Travel Stories
The Mixed Path (II)

Observing the various symbols printed on the floor, the jaws of the Typhoon felt almost loose and fell on the floor. He knew exactly what kind of power these symbols carried, and inevitably, admiring anyone with such high knowledge that they could fuse multiple seal figures to form a seal formation like this. Unknowingly, he barged into the room just so he could see the entire shape of the seal. His eyes continued to move from one symbol to another, trying to figure out the function of a formation of this size. And when unknowingly, his eyes touched the installation of an identical octagonal bagua mirror on the ceiling of the room, he could not be more surprised.

Gosh, this is a purification formation... What kind of evil item required a seal formation this strong???

The young man let out a heavy sigh as he turned around and found Kay staying at the door with no desire to enter the room at all.

"It's a purification formation, Kay, a map of the reversal of heaven and earth. Usually used to seal and slowly, purify the existence of evil that is very strong so as not to harm humans. Whatever requires the presence of this formation, it is not at all something to be underestimated, Kay.." said Typhoon slowly. A look of horror appeared on his face without being able to bear it. It seems that this young man's family is not at all simple. Inevitably, he slightly hoped that what Kay had told him earlier was not real, even if looking at this formation, it was unlikely that his hope would materialize.

"Are you sure, Pan?"

"Do you see the symbol in the middle of the room?" sahut Typhoon while pointing to a large diagram that is partially covered by a wooden workbench. "It is called the Makuta Rama Sutra. I just used that seal form to create a tree demon that has the ability to move the wind and various parts of the tree without wrinkles. While here, there is even a bagua glass, which will suppress evil creatures that are able to slaughter people with a wave of hands, will be just a fart when he is below it. In addition, other reinforcement figures around it.." he continued slowly.

Gee whiz... A truly meaningful legacy. Fix, grandpa was a perfectly okay figure, Kay's inner sizzle was sour.

But not to mention their conversation had continued, the ringing of Andini's voice sounded from the front. Which immediately made the two young men hurriedly move.

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Anton decided to return. Conscience doesn't allow her to calm down at all, even if she doesn't tell anyone what happened to Debora and Terry. He was not a religious person, but what he witnessed really made him feel sinful.

Not heeding Mr.'s insistence. Alfonso and his family, who were dissolved in happiness for the cure of his illness, Anton immediately left. He needs to reconcile himself. Before, before finally, Mr. Alfonso took him away, he had a comrade who learned things like this from his grandfather and it seemed, perhaps this was the best time for him to visit. It's just, it seems things have changed so much since Anton left this place 15 years ago.

His friend's house, it used to stand on a large land located on a hill, in an area not far from the foot of Mount Lawu. While underneath, a series of village houses scattered in a neat tangle, including among them, a rickety house where Anton once lived after the death of his parents. But what welcomes it now is an elite integrated tourism land, which has five-star hotels, large restaurants and various tourist attractions. Smooth asphalt roads replaced various cement lines, where many super expensive cars passed through.

Bizarrely. Did the little king's family end up oppressed and eliminated by the progress of the times?

But the rental car driver who drove him from the airport insisted that Prameswara Residence was here. And here he is now.

The hill on which the house is located remains the same. Only, now there is a towering wall, fortifying the beautiful land in it from the eyes of visitors. Meanwhile, next to the entrance gate made of threaded wrought iron in an intricate pattern, stood the security office, which appeared to also be equipped with a monitor panel to monitor the entire area. Which seems to be, they take their duties very seriously, when one of the security officers stops the car that Anton was riding in.

"Good day, sir. Welcome to King's Residence. Can I help you?"

Frowning, Anton was slightly stunned to hear this polite greeting. Glancing at the car driver who had previously insisted that the Prameswara family lived in this place, he decided to get out of the vehicle, although his mind was a little uncomfortable.

"Ehm, sorry, sir, my name is Anton, and I'm looking for my friend's house. As I recall, he used to live here."

"Owh, if I may know, what is the name of Mr. Anton's friend, I may know. It just so happens that I am native to this area, sir, and indeed the majority of the villagers are no longer living here." replied the burly figure in an unblemished polite manner.

"My friend's name is Prameswara, sir. Um, Christoporus Caesaric Prameswara." answered Anton somewhat disappointedly. It seems that the king's family was unable to survive and had to move.

But hearing this, the officer's attitude changed completely. If previously he maintained a standard professional attitude, this time as if he was faced with excessive politeness.

"Owh, Mr Mas Prames' friend to? Monggo sir, pinarak in dalem only. Anu, can you call Mas Prames?" greet him in a language mixed with fine Javanese while allowing Anton to immediately enter the waiting room located next to the security room.

"No, Sir. Can I be helped, sir?"

"Can, Sir. Monggo pinarak first. Let me call you. Monggo sir." said the officer quickly with exaggerated respect.

Although somewhat confused, Anton left when the officer was directing the driver to park his vehicle on the side.

Damn, it seems that the richer this family is, the inner Anton is amazed, because even the land of a land lord, who is also a Senator in Virginia alone is not this grand.

The hills are beautiful, the land is planted with pine in a symmetrical order, while the soil is covered in a blanket of manicured ornamental grass. While across the smooth asphalt road that is quite skipped 3 cars simultaneously and seems to stretch up to the top of the hill, scattered bungalows that adapt the pattern of modern buildings that mix traditional Javanese buildings with private swimming pools in each yard, arranged in an arrangement that seems created to make the look of the hill more beautiful.

"Anu, sir, sorry. If Mas Prames is the name, Mr Anton, who is it?"

It turned out that the burly man had returned.His hands carried a tray containing coffee cups and supplies, then put it on the table.

"Tell me, Anton bogang. I hope he remembers. I'm a schoolmate from Sd to Junior High School 2 first, sir." replied Anton.

"Please drink first, sir. I'll be right back." replied the man and passed.

Crazy, the Prameswara family is getting crazy. This is no longer a little king of his class, the clumsy Anton amused. Inevitably, he remembered the figure of his little companion. I don't know how good he is now...