Jaga Saksena Pendekar Peniup Bledeg
Chapters 102. Tulul Charity

"What's? Can you repeat the question?!" Keep Saksena who is focused on paying attention to the road and reading dhikr inwardly quite surprised to get the question of the beautiful girl beside her.

"If you were a king, would you like to expand your domain?" Anesha Sari repeated her question.

"Hemm .. Just give me a minute to make it happen."

"What?!" Anesha Sari's turn is now shocked, "You never imagined being king?"

"Never. So king, what's that food?" canda Keep Saksena.

The four young women who were inside the wagon laughed softly. The gap between the coachman's place and the wagon room was only as high as the shoulders of people sitting so that the women in the wagon could hear the conversation Jaga Saksena and Anesha Sari.

"The king is a department or a position, Keep ... Non-food. But really I wonder, usually people will dream high in their solitude. But you, what are you imagining? Hayo don't ... don't ...?!" Anesha Sari's face implied the charges.

"Nothing, I don't have time to fantasize. After all, such a distant fantasy or desire is called a charity tululul or wishful thinking. And that's despicable nature."

"O ...." Anesha Sari's beautiful red lips were rounded and slightly advanced. The princess immediately thought of looking for another question whose answer would be the same.

"Look, what should a king do if expanding his domain is the best way to spread goodness?"

"Yes, it has to be done. War is heartbreaking, but if it is necessary it must be pursued."

"How about we set up our own kingdom?!" Anesha Sari again asked who impressed random.

"You want to be Queen?! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!" Keep Saksena laughing because there is no ambitious nature on Anesha Sari's face.

"No, I want you to be king!"

Keep Saksena just smiling, for her life is only temporary and only need to run the important things. Like its mission to open the way for the entry of Islam. And he was sure, after marrying Anesha Sari he could send a message to the teacher to bring Islamic religious teachers to the Kingdom of Saindara Gumilang. So it does not have to be king for the success of its mission.

As Jaga Saksena only smiled, Anesha Sari finally switched the conversation to light to imperceptible things, the few people who intercepted the road ahead there had been seen in the eye peluk.

And sure enough, when the cart controlled Jaga Saksena arrived, people with fierce appearance blocked the horse headstring until inevitably the cart stopped.

The stop of the Jaga Saksena cart was followed by four carts that were in the back. Actually, Sungsang had been a hustle to beat the street carpenters, but considering the leader of the trip is Jaga Saksena, then he just sorted. Again, a few small pieces of gold for him.

A person who appeared to be their leader snapped Jaga Saksena,

"This is our territory! Every one passing wagon, one piece of gold!"

"What if five carts, one piece of gold?!" Keep Saksena trying to bargain.

Jaga Saksena has a gold piece given by Anesha Sari taken from Nyai Kinasih's clothes. And it turned out to be quite a lot, fifty pieces of gold!

"Do you think you're in a position to bid, HUH!!"

The clash of the leader of the street carpenters was getting louder and there was even a spray of water from his mouth when he let out a sound.

Anesha Sari who had been silent from the start had started counting the street-goers, 'Just ten people!' his mind while thinking will finish them all. However,

"Alright, five gold pieces. Let us through." Keep Saksena decided to pay five gold pieces.

"Haha!" The leader of the street-smith laughed satisfied. "But on one condition, you leave the girl next to you! I'll make her my favorite wife that I'll take all day and night. I know she's a virgin! Ha ha ha ha!!"

The leader of the street carpenters still laughed out loud even to the point of looking up. The beautiful shadow that she was about to bed the extraordinarily beautiful virgin girl had drawn vividly in the mind of her head. Heavenly delight is matchless! This makes the laugh of the man with the appearance of being tough longer.

In addition, in his assessment, the young man Jaga Saksena was afraid of him. So the young man wanted to pay five gold pieces. 'Perfect already, everything will be beautiful!' he thought while still laughing wide.

However, something he never imagined suddenly happened.

Swess!

Slebb! Corrs!

A flying knife plunged into his mouth until it was translucent and Bablas passed through the back of the neck. Blood also poured out.

Now, the sound of the laughter of the street-bearer leader turned into a grunting in pain. He held his neck trying to stop the bleeding but what happened was that his body fell backward.

Seeing his leader being attacked in such a way, the nine cross-roaders of the machete from the waist.

"Seraaang!"

The nearest roadman from Jaga Saksena swung the machete to cut the young man's body. But obviously, the Jaga Saksena movement is faster. The young man slammed his right foot first towards the attacker's wrist. Making his cleaver bounce into the air. And how shocked the attacker was when his machete seemed to come alive and then flipped at high speed to hit his neck which was slightly looked up.

Grokh! The attacker must be sprawled dead with a machete stuck into his mouth.

At the same time when Jaga was attacked, another starter tried to snatch Anesha Sari's hand. I mean take him away. He did not expect, at all, that the one who killed the leader was the girl he was about to grab his hand.

A moment later the starter reached Anesha Sari's hand,

Slebb!

A knife struck him right in his heart.

The death of the leader and two members of the herd, it was able to make the remaining seven breeders think again. They hesitated to attack.

Looking at each other for a moment, they finally nodded compactly before shouting,

"Aubur!"

"Bromocorahs like you should be wiped off the face of the earth!" gumam Anesha Sari.

And a blink of an eye later, the cries of death followed along with the seven fallen man-piggers, their bodies twitching on the ground before remaining silent forever.

Keep Saksena who saw the massacre in front of him did not prevent nor support him, the young man just silently petrified with many times said Istighfar in his heart.

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Kama Kumara had been sitting for days on a rock jutting into the southern sea. His skin had blackened due to the scorching afternoon sun.

The feeling of weakness, stomach pain and sticky body due to days of not bathing as hard as Kama Kumara could bear. All this for the sake of carrying out the whisper of an invisible voice that told him to go seven days and seven nights to empty his body of all the dirt.

Dirt that according to the sound without appearance can be a barrier to the entry of superpowers. The power that is able to transform Kama Kumara into a powerful man is unmatched under this virtual sky.