Travel Stories
The Mixed Road

Well, you led me into what other model story this is, Gusti?, lamented the inner Typhoon helplessly. His hands were raised covering his face as his back was leaning weakly onto the sofa he was sitting on.

The story that flowed from the young man sitting in front of him was even able to make himself shudder. Although his own life is not a beautiful fairy tale where the princesses hang out like in a cartoon story, but when compared to what Kay faced, inevitably the young man shrank in grateful prayer. This beautiful boy in front of him had truly experienced a terrible life. Not many people will be able to survive without going crazy if faced with what this young man must experience.

"... And I think what Andini said earlier, it has to do with the contents of my father's journal, Pan.

Typhoon silent. He is barely able to think. He only wondered if he would be able to act as calmly as Kay if their lives were changed. While at many times, he often complained about what he had to do to survive.

Damn it, so it looks so weak to me. This beautiful boy is great...

The typhoon breathed heavily. The shame of the heart spreads without it being able to resist.

"I'm sorry I made Andin like this, but he just fell asleep, bro. If you want to leave, after he wakes up, please don't hesitate. It's just, please, just keep this for yourself..."

The typhoon laughed a little hearing this. A glint of determination appeared in his eyes as he tidied up his long hair and tied it tightly.

"You think anyone would believe me telling people that the great 98 riots had anything to do with Satan, the mystic and the demite covenant, Kay?" answer the Typhoon in the midst of a tingly laugh.

Well, this kid is funny despite his horrible life. But I'm also not in a hurry to have a purpose in life either. Maybe this is what Sensei meant first. After all, maybe it will be exciting, the inner sizzle of Typhoon full of anticipation.

"Ehm, yes too. Even I, if anyone had a story like this, would probably consider them acute schizophrenics." Kay replied with a shrug as a helpless smile appeared on her lips, which was immediately greeted by uncontrollable laughter.

"Unlike you, I never knew before that demons, demons, demons, charlatans and all sorts of mystical things existed, Kay."

"The concentration of astral energy, Pan, is given form..."

"Ah, as you like to say. It's my turn to tell stories. Not polite to know, play cut people's talk. If there is a mother, your thighs are pinched!." storm trotted with a snort, although a moment of flash of sadness had passed before disappearing in the eyes that returned cheerfully.

"Sorry, sorry. It's not gonna happen again." - Kay.

"I was found and raised by my mother, Kay. My parents apparently decided that my existence was not good for them and threw me to death. Fortunately, God sent His angels for me. Mom, use all the breath she's got to raise this stupid, useless boy like me. It's just that, instead of me learning various school lessons, I prefer to strengthen my fists." Typhoon said with a small laugh, even though his eyes had dimmed by sadness.

"It was also what finally took my path away from what I imagined."

For a moment, silence brimmed indefinitely as it seemed, The Typhoon was swept away in a long river of memory. Kay prefers to wait without bothering.

"Sensei was eager when I insisted on learning medicine from an ancient book of his. As powerful as he is, he tries to ban. But I'm a fool, the book I stole and desperately studied its contents." continued Typhoon with a weak laugh.

"Until the end, Sensei knows. But he's not angry. He only breathed a heavy sigh and finally taught me the whole book. Well, a while later, I realized that Sensei's warning wasn't a joke..."

Like a broken dam, Typhoon tells the story of how he often got lost to a completely alien realm, with a variety of strange plants and landscapes. Or about how he often talks to people who are invisible in the eyes of others, or maybe aiphat the fiercest he feels.

"Almost 3 years I've been living from city to city, without the courage to visit Mom's grave, what a coward without a back."

Kay breathed a heavy sigh. It turns out that the way God jokes is really very crisp...

"Wait, if it's like that, then Andini?"

"The girl's story is no less pathetic than ours, Kay. He was with me for a few days. Previously, he lived with a tree demon in a corner of the city, a miserable location that would rip your heart to shreds if you saw it for yourself." answer the Typhoon slowly without being able to hold a look of pity on the little girl who was still sleeping on the sofa.

"You mean?"

"Just like me, she was dumped as a baby. It's just that, when Mom picked me up, the Tree Spirit chose to be a demon to take care of her."

Whaaat??!

What kind of story is that???

"Why, the demon chose to take care of him, even though the creature closed the boy's vision so that he did not realize where he lived and with whom he had lived all this time, but indeed he cared for Andini. Although I'm sure, for the sake of doing that, that demon must definitely eat the soul of a living human to maintain its state."

Hearing this, Kay gasped. Is this girl related to the vengeful eater??!

"Then, what happened to that demon, Pan?"

"I perfect him, or he perfects himself. Less understand me too. He just said, before he let go of his wish, there was a little ghost asking about the seal I made to lock him up. That's why I still survive in this city." said the Typhoon while shrugging his shoulders. To be honest, he was a little confused when it comes to Andini and his "Grandmother. Although he said he lost, but it seems that Typhoon did not feel trying too hard to beat him.

But the relaxing words of the gospel further flabbergasted Kay.

Is it going to be this simple?

If it is, shit, it's really a way of joking he's so ugly!

"You try to come with me for a second, Pan. I want to show you something." cut Kay down without giving Typhoon a chance to resist. His steps were in a hurry as he headed towards the master's office, while Typhoon followed him while nagging a short length.

Only, when the door to the workspace was open, replace the stunned Typhoon. His body trembled violently when a look of disbelief appeared on his face. The floor ornaments that make up the octagonal formation, in the complete order of sacred symbols, form a special diagram, a seal that has an omnipotent power to confine and even destroy powerful evil entities, unfortunately, Typhoon is very familiar with this seal tattoo.

"Makuta Rama's Sutra!!! Who are you, Kay???"

Seeing the Typhoon that looked surprised like that, made Kay feel more sour. This slum youth actually recognized those symbols. He even mentioned a name that was not even known and not in the records of the Father.

Huff, Fix. Joking You are so false, my Lord!!!