Sanggana Swordsman
115. The Keriangan Puspa
*Holy Blood Ring*
“Hihihi!”
Puspa laughed when he saw the crowd of an environment. He ran into a small market environment on the west side of Muchiyang city.
Although not to jostle, the market is crowded by various activities between traders and buyers, even transactions of fellow traders, from large parties to small parties.
A variety of goods, culinary, to services lined up in the form of shops and stalls. Entertainment presenters also exist and become one of the favorite destinations of residents of the city of Muchiyang. Interestingly the market in this country, in terms of color alone is so attractive to the eye, full of bright and beautiful colors that captivate attention. Plus the good stuff and a variety of beautiful jewelry scattered a lot.
The market in the provincial capital includes a large area and becomes a center of money turnover and a very heavy economy. One or two soldiers in black uniforms patrolled the security of the market.
Puspa stopped in front of the cloth shop and looked around for a moment while laughing. While Tirana followed while watching.
“Please see, Miss. Many beautiful colors for the clothes Miss,” said the store owner while smiling kindly.
However, Puspa did not heed the store owner. She just left and stopped by the jewelry store. The store looks beautiful with displays of various types of accessories jewelry for women and men.
Seeing the beauty of objects that are foreign to him, Puspa laughed. A store clerk man immediately approached Puspa with a friendly smile.
“Welcome, Miss. Come here, I show you hair jewelry that is very fitting for Miss and very beautiful for a beautiful woman like Miss,” said the waiter rather long while leading Puspa to the jewelry section for hair, because he saw Puspa's hair just unadorned.
“Hihihi! You talk like a mating rat, hihihi!” puspa said that was uncomfortable with the words of the shopkeeper he did not understand.
“Yaaa, like that in our store,” said the waiter somewhat shouted, pretending to understand when he knew that his customer was a stranger. He immediately took a skewer of konde that has a beautiful sparkling hoe and thrust to Puspa, “See this, how beautiful. Especially if pinned on the head Miss.”
“Hihihi! For me?” ask Puspa while receiving that nice skewer.
“Iya,” replied the waiter while nodding. Then he said again, “The price is a little expensive, but this is a good item and nothing in other stores.”
“It can also be taken?” ask Puspa.
“Yes, everything is negotiable. If Miss buys a lot, we will give you a discount,” said the waiter, staying with a smile of hospitality.
“Hihihi!” Laughing, Puspa began to pick up jewelry one after another, of various types, until both his grasp was full.
“Miss must be the favorite daughter of a noble,” said the maid. He was glad that in his service there was a customer who bought a large amount.
However, the maid was suddenly shocked when Puspa went to the exit with all the jewelry in his hand.
“Hei, Miss! Wait!” shouted the waiter while running after who also made the shop owner surprised.
Tirana who was standing in front of the shop immediately blocked Puspa's laughing steps.
“Puspa, what are you doing?” tirana asked who knew that her friend had done something wrong.
“Nona! Are you going to steal? Carry the jewels without paying for them?!” hardik the shopkeeper who came in angry.
“Say Puspa can take as you like Puspa,” said Puspa, smiling, without heeding the presence of the shopkeeper.
“It's not a free gift. You have to pay for it,” said Tirana.
“This can be taken. Tirana can also take such as Puspa,” barren Puspa.
“Is this not pay?” tirana asked the waiter.
Plaque!
“Aw!” screeched at the waiter as his head was patted hard by his boss.
“They are strangers. Why do you speak as if you understand their language?!” hardik the shop owner who was a fat man dressed well.
Tirana was forced to take a little forcibly all the jewelry in Puspa's hands.
“It should pay. Puspa should not bring it, unless Puspa has money,” said Tirana softly to Puspa.
Puspa just fell silent in a frown, staring intently at Tirana.
“I'm sorry my friend. She is rather childish,” Tirana said with a sweet smile to the store owner and his servant. He handed over all the accessories to the shopkeeper.
Puspa had already walked away, continuing his pleasure of enjoying that market. Tirana soon followed him.
As soon as Puspa and Tirana, Zhao Lii came to the jewelry store.
“Hihihi! Good food!” hiss Puspa giggling. He ran small to the snake vendor's stall.
In the field, hung some dead snakes. There were also a number of wooden boxes and covered bamboo baskets. On a wooden shelf are displayed glass jars containing dead snakes in a cloudy water bath.
“Mari-mari! Serpent of all medicine! Strong medicine, ageless medicine, bone medicine, until broken heart medicine!” shouted the snake-seller man to the passing crowd.
Snake stalls include the dreaded stall, no wonder if he is deserted visitors. Only people with special needs will stop by the place.
“It's good food,” Puspa said after stopping in front of the snake seller's man.
“Nona want to buy snakes for intimacy medicine?” ask the snake seller. He showed Puspa to see a row of dead snakes hanging.
“Not that,” deny Puspa with mimic shriveling sign of dislike. “Live copies.”
Puspa showed his finger that opened like the head of a gaping snake.
“Oh, live snake? Much!” said the seller, understand the meaning of the foreign word Puspa.
The snake merchant then turned around. He opened a bamboo basket. He put his hands together, then pulled back out with each strangling the neck of a snake the size of two fingers. One is yellow and the other is black.
“This yellow bile to add lust in relationships. While the striped is efficacious to strengthen endurance in relationships,” said the snake seller whispered while smiling mischievously to Puspa.
However, the snake seller was surprised when the yellow snake in his hand had already been snatched away by Puspa. Puspa lightly put the head of the snake into his mouth, which made the snake seller frown in horror. The snake's neck he bit broke and then melted into his other hand.
Siuuu! Plung!
“Aaak!”
Puspa threw the head of the dead snake far back. The head of the snake soared deep into the air and fell right inside the soup bowl of a female customer in a soup stall. Scream at the woman, surprising everyone around.
“What's up? What's up?!” ask the people in the food stall, suddenly excited.
“Snake head!” screamed at the terrified female customer who had already moved away from her desk.
“Bong Gook!” shouted a number of compact men calling one name, namely the name of the snake seller. (BH)