To You, Myself
Escorting A Beautiful Girl

On the way back home, the door was revealed to make a creaking sound because the hinge was quite rusty and must be lubricated. He was annoyed to hear the sound that made linu. When giving greetings, the mother lunges directly into her son as the bear embraces, forcing her to drown her face in the circumference of her arms.

"...Hm! Mom, it's stuffy!"

In the escape from the difficult narrow room, get rid of each oxygen, because it is very like being in a crowd full of rebellious cookery Dijara. While hunting for breath, the mother smiled widely and brought a wooden box. With astonished face kept looking.

With mom's hand gesture, Liana. Letting Dijara open this box with a happy expression and today's date Dijara understands. Pretending to be surprised. In the process of opening, suddenly the father screamed speedily snatch the wooden contact and suddenly the mother immediately gasped, followed by anger and triggered the quarrel of this couple.

"Today I was just kidding, motherfucker!"

"Ah, so it is..." Dad put the box, walked straight away saying goodbye, "then the drug. Later tonight home."

Dijara continued to open the box, while the mother nagged unclear and how shocked this teenage boy. The desired thing piles up this one crate. The magic recovery potion made Dijara curl her lips, she was very happy to be able to do many things with the help of potion liquid.

"Then. Mom wants to help me, if you want, consider this my request." said Dijara turned to mother.

"Md. Sure did!" Consider mother, they are eager to the kitchen, more precisely Dijara mother has a booming spirit beyond the spirit of brave warriors killed. Think of this teenager.

Time passes quickly. Riia went home from the initial goal of stepping into the kitchen, she found her wife and son cooking something made her sigh, thinking that this only son wanted to be able to do everything. Make him quite worried, to the prospective son-in-law to realize if Dijara is able to do any work at home.

"Md. You guys are cooking..." Suddenly his face mumbled, he was about to throw cooking ingredients, even though the mother immediately grabbed him by the arm and glared at him. Ask this man's purpose.

Seeing the reaction Dijara understood, humans throughout the world have never consumed food tubers or vegetables that grow in the ground. Face as if to say, why did you eat the poisonous plant. There was another quarrel between the couple. During that time Dijara put a wooden bowl and processed from, what he found.

With the expression forced this man to enter a piece of boiled yam, ****** slowly cooking wife and son. After swallowing he turned his face away and said, "once again Dijara is great."

"Hm. Right, right?" Mother ate voraciously, seeing this sight Dijara saw far away, the shadows of the family that built up over the years began to repeat.

Although this atmosphere favored Dijara, he recalled again, the time when he lost because it protected his children and his wife. This teenager is brain twisting. He must avoid problems, especially if there is a possibility that the enemy will use the weakness of Dijara, namely his family.

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Siska is uninterested, while Dijara the fool becomes a mute couple of a thousand languages. That's what most of the city thinks. Because Dijara's actions were quite great, such as defeating a disaster-level monster or winning his duel against Dara, therefore he was quite recognizable. Siska is equally famous, all hunters and adventurers know of its elegance.

"Descendingly."

"Sucks."

"Hey, aren't you interested in me?"

"You are beautiful. But, maybe if interested my eyes only care about the color of your eyes, remind me of my lover." replied Dijara, without looking at the interlocutor. Siska noticed something else.

Dijara peringling look at the indentation of Siska's face, indeed she has a charming beauty and recognized by the hunters in the union. Sure, Dijara knew if in fact he asked that stupid question because Dijara seemed to not care at all. Even that flat face was greatly amazed.

Their luggage is just one bag. Dijara does not need to help bring, although taking goods from a city far enough, must walk. Nothing like a chariot pulled by a creature. From the stature of a chariot puller, like a small dragon. So Dijara understood the reason only the upper class nobles were allowed.

"Dijara."

"Yes. Understand," he answered.

Moreover, it is quite troublesome. Without a fast train it would not be able to break through the bandits, in other words Dijara must draw a sword. They began to chuckle to find that this lady only had one bodyguard, from the belittling manner of the lazy-faced and uncaring Dijara. He let out a bell ringing the thing like he was stringing a music.

Siska was stunned with sparkling eyes. The movement of this man with the trajectory of the sword forms a flower, with the tone of the voice arranged by the bell bracelet in such a way that produces a rhythm combined dance, showing a beautiful sword style. As shown for a woman, when comforting a girl.

"Strike now!"

The bandit chief shouted an order. They did not attack simultaneously, at least that was seen by Dijara, who first attacked recklessly and Dijara easily avoided the swing of the spear. Then he attacked back. As a result he was exposed to internal injuries in the abdomen. The next person, smart enough to play the knife, but with a dance move he managed to outwit and stab the enemy, smearing this sword with blood.

Less than a minute they fell. He breathed in the air feeling relief, before sheathing his sword Dijara dripped blood into the front of his legs making a small circle. Because Siska was not killed using the scroll of the union leader, which is to move them directly in iron bars to be punished according to state rules.

"..."

"Why are you looking at my face?" Tanya Dijara, in her heart she sat up, "I think she was gobsmacked. That expression resembled my lover when he first used this sword technique before her. Besides, it was made to protect my wife and children, now I... Not protecting."

Although there are some exceptions, flower forms that have a central center similar to a rose allow Dijara to protect the stalk, the place where her lover was when involved in a fight. It just so happened that Siska occupied the place, because there used to be a girl who was afraid to see blood, he developed this method so that he focused on dance and not fear.

"Ah. beautiful."

"Huh? As beautiful as it is, the paint is from blood!" Inner Dijara commented on Siska's gaze, who was amazed.

Dijara glanced back. There was a picture of a red rose, painted in the blood of bandits, so Dijara was silent to let Siska roast the blood until the chariot drawn by a creature like a kangaroo crossed the painting of a blood rose. As soon as he turned around Dijara was devouring something, namely boiled yam. So long ago this man spent several pieces of sweet potatoes while daydreaming.

Siska blushed red, she hid a shy blush face, by continuing her hasty steps. He entered the forest followed Dijara from behind. However, he paused for a moment and there was the sound of stomach screams, right Siska felt hungry let alone he saw Dijara eating.