TIKZ 2 [Throwing Into the Golden Age]
IT WILL NOT DISAPPEAR 1

Udelia rubbed the blood that appeared on her right lip. This is the first violence. The sick is not only physical, but also the bathinnya.

"really. You should punish me."

Udelia smiled bitterly. A water speck ran down his cheek.

"Candra Ekadanta! What are you doing?!!!!" shout Boco.

As soon as he heard the sound of a slap, Boco immediately burst into the room. Putting aside existing norms, safety comes first.

Boco really did not expect, his beloved grandson did a violent act. He saw for himself the large hand of Candra hanging in the air, while the face of his granddaughter-in-law was sideways and looked a rash of scarlet slaps.

Even crazier, his granddaughter-in-law was holding his great-granddaughter. Boco hoped not to be engraved memory in Raka about violence today.

Their families never taught violence. Hard on the battlefield, does not mean having to be hard on the family.

In the dwelling of Ekadanta always full of love, there must not be the slightest bit of violence.

"Son, your nose ... Let's go out first."

Boco led Udelia. His nose was bleeding a lot. The woman looked down deeply, not daring to look at her husband.

"You! Candra Ekadanta! Come after this!" furious Boco on Candra.

Candra pecking in place. Keep looking at his palm.

Again, he committed a sin.

Udelia followed Boco's steps to another hut to receive treatment.

"Son, his friend was laid down first. Plenty of blood on your back."

Udelia shook her head weakly. He did not want to let go of his son.

Boco does not force. Her old hands were pouring spices into the cheeks of her daughter-in-law's granddaughter.

Udelia grimaces. The pain was her husband's slap. It is touched a little, like being pressed hard.

Boco looked down at his family's son-in-law. Udelia's condition is terrible. It was obvious that trauma was within him.

For a second, I did not want to let go of Raka. That woman must have lost her firstborn.

All the hurtful words that came out of the mouth of his granddaughter-in-law, not from the bottom of his heart but from his heartache.

Udelia lowered her head, kissing deeply Raka's forehead, as Boco closed the door, letting Udelia cry in silence.

Boco's sad face turned fierce. Jaw hardens. The old body that still looks athletic is walking full of authority towards the hut of the bed and a place to relax.

"My granddaughter ... haaaaa!"

Boco took a long breath. Inexhaustible with domestic violence committed by his grandson.

Boco saw for himself how his favorite grandson grew up. There is no lack of love, just a lot of love.

Naturally if hard in the arena of fighting, outside the arena there is absolutely no upbringing that uses hands or harsh words.

Even her daughter-in-law, Tuti, so gently treated Candra. Somehow the daughter-in-law felt when she heard her daughter-in-law had been slapped by her son.

Boco dropped Candra in one hit. She could not bear to see the face of her granddaughter, recalling the cries of her daughter-in-law's grandchildren and the cries of her great-grandchildren. The second must be fear.

"Whatever your problem, that woman is vulnerable. Do not use violence even if your wife is as strong as a knight!"

Boco took a seat in the amben, facing Candra who was rested in front of him. Repeatedly he pulled the rough air around.

Totally inexhaustible. In his old age, he saw violence that never happened in seven decades of his life as part of the Ekadanta family, as well as the head of the Ekadanta family.

"This slap of yours happens in just a few seconds, it heals it for a few days, but the marks on your heart won't go away."

"That's because–"

"Anything. I said whatever," insisted Boco.

"Didn't you know for a long time and keep quiet because you don't want to ruin everything? Why blame your wife's principles? It should be discussed well before anything happens."

Boco stared intently at Candra who looked down like a child who was being scolded for wrongdoing. The man has no objection.

Candra's dumbfounded. He did not expect that his grandfather would know. Ah, it seems that he underestimated his family too much.

He who is still snotting has learned that the first baby born from the womb of his wife is not a descendant of Ekadanta, how could the older one not know?

The sweet salty life had already passed by his grandfather, more than him. Even the grandfather saw for himself the appearance of the baby Maharaja when he was still working under the first queen Maja.

There was a sense of haru hitting his heart. They do not judge his wife because they see her happy with her.

It is fitting that no Ekadanta resident questions the disappearance of Ijen from circulation.

They already know.

"Your wife is not that kind of person. You should realize how reckless he is."

Candra nodded small. On him the wife willingly bled even almost lost her legs, impossible on her own flesh and blood, the wife was so cruel.

"He was just too shaken by the reality. I heard Mahapatih attacked you? Is there anything else you're hiding, the Head of the Family?"

Candra silences.

***

"Not the man but the pet's coming?"

The man sitting on the clucking chair saw a tiger coming at him, representing the woman he wanted to meet. He deliberately no longer forced, because now he understood the difficulty of controlling wild birds.

He will take his son's heart, and he will steal his mother's heart. Hayan made use of the feelings of the happy little boy clinging to her. He would persuade the little creature to stay with him.

Hayan observed the white tiger that turned into a human. Utih changed himself to be able to speak to humans other than his master.

"My son says, please take your son."

"My boy?" Hayan raised his eyebrows. A little confused about what the tiger said.

What is the cost of giving up the child to be his son?

"People passing by will be sure. Look at the face of Udelia's son with your face, Maharaja."

Hayan fell silent, digesting Utih's words. Not often the glass makes it a bit forgotten with his face. His face was cleaned and massaged every day. Always handsome and charming.

His memory suddenly drifted to previous years, before Rama was born into the world. He thought about what happened that year.

Hayan stopped remembering what had happened. The night when she removes the virgin woman she thought was the back gardener of Candra.

As it turned out, the woman was not a mistress, but a Candra bride, who was also her Empress.

Hayan cursed in his heart. Familiarity, wounds on the body, all the customs of a suspicious marriage, should be enough reason for him to investigate Candra's wedding that seemed rushed and closed.

Hayan feels like the stupidest person in the world.

"He ... my son?" reload Hayan make sure.

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