Travel Stories
Kay, When Did You Arrive??!

Slightly arrogant with Pangky's attitude, Typhoon began to feel a little regret having been tempted to admire the young man before. Undeniably, he does have the ability, it's just that, his pretentious behavior is not kelulungan. Ignoring comments telling him to postpone whatever he was about to do from his friends, Typhoon immediately started the engine and moved.

The distance that must be traveled is actually not too far, although it cannot be said to be close as well. It's just that the smooth asphalt road that divides the vast area of Pecatu Resort is framed by a row of lush trees that present a fresh atmosphere and the beauty of the land, which unfortunately, is, in the dark of the night and the howling of dogs that continue to be unpretentious, bring a little discomfort in the heart. It's just that the quiet atmosphere is quite soothing, if only the howling of the dogs that more and more feels like slashing the feeling can stop.

The cyclone keeps running its motor. Although the lights were not very bright, in the presence of street lights that were lined up nonstop, it did not bother him at all. And before long, unlike when it began, the humble howling of the dog suddenly stopped. It was as if something was commanding them to be quiet at the same time.

Nha, so dong. Now, this is really comfortable. A wide smooth asphalt road, groves of trees on the left and right are covered in a thin fog in the luminescence of neon, and silence. A fun combination to enjoy the night while driving alone, Inner Typhoon with a smile. The young man had forgotten Pangky's warning earlier, or was reluctant to press the warning more precisely.

The motorbike driven by Typhoon has passed the gate marking the boundary of the Pecatu Resort area and a very quiet highway welcomes it, but the young man did not care. The cost he rented was only 5 minutes from the highway. After passing through the poorly lit protected forest, he would arrive. Various ridicule and insults would pangky little insubordination appear in his heart. Diverse thoughts swirled within Typhoon's brain as a smile lined with ridicule re-emerged as he thought of the strange young man. It's just that, suddenly the engine died as if there was no more gasoline in the tank. Fortunately, even though the engine died just in the middle of a protected forest path, it happened to stop under the only street lighting in that place.

Damn, cook using a motorbike is not filled anymore gasoline anyway? muttering Typhoon while opening the seat, making sure that there is no more gasoline there, only to be disappointed. The fuel tank is fully loaded...

Wow, full of gasoline? why else is this a motorcycle? Far away if you want to turn right...

Realizing his condition, Typhoon pulled out his phone and called Lombo. He hopes to be picked up so that this bike can be placed in the workshop tomorrow morning. After confirming the pick-up, the young man sat languidly in the motorcycle seat. But just as he was about to light a cigarette, the flashing shadow quickly caught his attention. In a beam of lights that was only able to illuminate a small patch of deserted roads, the dark shadow flashed without being able to determine its shape, making the Typhoon immediately stand up from its motor. The watchful gaze that he circulated was unable to catch anything. A sense of trepidation slowly rose and began to fill every space in the Typhoon's heart. His encounter with the giant figure of a fanged guard area near the pyramid was still lingering in his mind. Spontaneously, Typhoon hands form mudras as the incantation recoils slowly inwardly. His heart thump began to accelerate in leaps and bounds until it was painful. But still nothing happened. There was no shadow, no one but him, no dog, no wind and even the night bug decided to shut up. The silence became suffocating as the young man forced to gulp down his saliva to wet a suddenly very dry throat.

Then, from the direction of the right side, the figure appeared...

Moving slowly, equivalent to the speed of a walking person, the figure was a woman with long black hair. Her face was beautiful, though pale under the poor flush of fluorescent lights, and slowly, the beautiful face turned towards the Typhoon and smiled.

The Typhoon's body trembled as its fear exploded. The face that smiled at her was indeed beautiful, very beautiful in fact. Only the head up to the mid-neck border of the face seems worth seeing. The rest are just organs in the body that pulsate life and sometimes drip liquid that smells of rancid, floating in the air.

"Well, there's extra food. Sweetheart is just one.." he said with a smile wider. His red eyes were fixed on the Typhoon that was no longer even able to move.

The voice of the disgusting creature was melodious and stirred up, but to Typhoon, it was no less terrible than its appearance. And somehow, the Typhoon was not even able to force to move even a little, as if his body was tied firmly with a rope without any possibility to escape. The creature was not even affected by the series of magical seals he created. He kept coming closer laughing.

Asu, what the hell is this place exactly? Am I actually being lined up to die here? Shit man!!!

The typhoon was unable to stop cursing and cursing in his mind. Although the fear in his heart had begun to subside, but his body did not want to respond. Faintly, he could see a series of small symbols appearing in a seemingly order, sealing his every move. Slowly, the young man began to feel very tired. As the creature approached, the Typhoon began to lose consciousness. Suddenly, however, the figure appeared before him.

The broad back was familiar with his gaze these past few days. Instead of a red coverall with a hole in the right shoulder due to a carmantel strap a few days ago, the figure was completely wrapped in a dark red scales-like shirt. From the elbow joint, came a long spurs whose tip was sharp, while the protector of his hand had so many small spines that it inevitably resulted in terrible injuries to those who received his blows. Although the figure did nothing but stand in front of him, for some reason, suddenly Typhoon felt the bond in his body unravel.

"You challenge me, Young man?"

"No. But this boy is in my protection. I don't care about you and your fights. Me and my friend are just newcomers, working and leaving after they're done. But I won't back down if you still want to continue this." the figure calmed down when faintly a layer of dark red flames started smoldering in both hands. As this fire appeared, nature seemed to be liberated. Slowly the wind began to blow in a cold hiss, inviting the lush trees on the left and right of the road to sway, as if trying to become a supporter of these two equally terrible existences.

"Rupanya Ruler of the five elements of the land of Java... Okay, I'm backing out. Keep your talk to go after whatever you need to do is done. "repeat the melodious voice that dodged and suddenly, the gripping silence disappeared, swallowed by the sound of insects that night back in the race. The wind again blew sweetly despite carrying the rancid aroma of garbage piled up on the corner of the road. And without knowing how, the familiar figure in front of him had already returned wearing his national shirt that was torn on the right shoulder.

Pangky turned her body. An ordinary gentle smile appeared on his face.

"Motor e why, Pan?" the question was gentle, as if what had just happened was just a false imagination. The same understanding eye gaze as when Typhoon was about to die because the Pyramid waiter reappeared from him, making Typhoon really feel like finding the nearest tree and hanging himself.

Kay, when did you get there? I could die really if I was close to this dangerous man...