Sanggana Swordsman
PGM 30: Choice of Goddess Kusuma
*Crazy Drunk Swordsman (PGM)*
In the gazebo that night, while continuing to hold both hands rough Kusuma Dewi, Joko Calm tells about her illness called Nature Luluh Malang, which is very bad for you, which made the two of them unable to get close to each other seven years ago.
Joko Tenang also tells about who he really is, even though he does not know who his mother really is. He also told about how to recover from the disease Nature of Males, so his father sent Tirana.
At its peak, Joko Calm tells about the great mission he is carrying to realize the science of the Eight Flower Goddesses, which means he must have eight high-supervised wives. However, it did not rule out the possibility for her to marry another girl outside of the Eight Flower Goddess.
“I began to feel that having knowledge is very important and urgent, when I learned that the Blue Horse Horde has a large army strength,” said Joko Calm.
After hearing a long explanation about the suffering of Joko Calm by his illness and his luck because of his illness, Kusuma Dewi finally smiled at the young man he loved.
Then he said softly and rather hoarsely due to the influence of the previous cry, “You have a very noble duty and burden, Joko. I'm sorry for misjudging you.”
“So you want to marry me, Kusuma?” asked Joko Calmly with a look of hope to the eyes of Kusuma Dewi, while the girl's hand he lifted and put it on his lips.
How happy Kusuma Dewi was to see Joko Calmly treating her so gently, affectionately and affectionately. This kind of treatment he had never experienced before.
“I really want, Joko,” replied Kusuma Dewi, making Joko Calm smile widely. “I really want to realize our separate love first. I desperately want our love to even reach the breaking point, as a husband and wife. However...”
Fade smile sumringah Joko Calm hear the word “namun”.
“I already feel so sick, Joko. I'm feeling…. Hiks..!”
Kusuma Dewi suddenly cried again.
“I feel, whatever your reason, you've made me sick once, Joko. More than that, look at me. I'm a member of the Blue Horse Horde, I'm an evil girl who likes to kill people, not help people.”
Kusuma Dewi pulled both hands from the handrails of Joko Calm. The young man let the hand slip from his fingers.
“Then what makes you like this?” ask Joko Calm down gently.
“The four of us fell into a ravine and were saved by Grandma Red Hair, then made the four of us disciples. However, Grandma Red Hair freed us to choose our own way of life. He doesn't care if we want to be white or black. In our times of weakness, we often dealt with the people of the Duchy of Surosoh. From there I had enmity with Kayuni Larasati. He even cut off Parsuto's hand. Parsuto is now a single-handed swordsman. I hate the ruler of the Duchy of Surosoh and its people. Until one day I met the Blue Horse Girl, the Head of the Blue Horse Horde. So be me as I am now. There is no way I can be the lover of a noble like you, Prince,” said Kusuma Dewi.
“Don't say that, Kusuma. It is foolishness to keep the wrong path. You're just wrong to meet people. Had you met me then, instead of meeting the Blue Horse Girl, you would have been able to be my wife and be good. Look at Reksa Dipa, he is willing to be branded as a traitor and willing to fight against his friends in the Blue Horse Horde for the sake of holding the truth. He is now the guardian of my wives and has pledged allegiance to me. I will be a king, live happily with me and my other wives,” said Joko Calm.
“I don't want to be stupid by staying in the Blue Horse Horde. However, I was still too heavy to try to smile and joke while the wounds in my heart were not dry. I've been so happy to meet you when you're in a normal state. I'm so happy to feel the sincerity of your love tonight, Joko. Just this time I feel how beautiful love is, even though at the same time I was just this time feeling so pain stabbing in love,” said Kusuma Dewi. He then stood up from his seat and said, “Allow me to go, Joko.”
The deg!
“I've been trying to make this wonderful meeting. I've tried to keep the rope of our love and our love. However, if it is indeed your decision, I cannot force picking the fruit that is still raw.”
“I really want to be with you, even though I can only look at you. However, I need time to soak the embers in my heart,” said Kusuma Dewi with tears.
Joko Tenang nodded while giving a smile sign of understanding the decision taken by Kusuma Dewi.
“I'm leaving, Joko!” he said as he sobbed. He came forward and hugged Joko's body tightly.
Joko Calm hugged the body of Kusuma Dewi. Joko Calm's pair of eyes seemed to be glazed in the dim light of the torch.
“I love you so much, and will always love you, Joko!” said Kusuma Dewi, as if to be a whisper of death for the love of Joko Calm in that night.
The cup!
Kusuma Dewi kissed Joko Calm's right cheek, then released herself from the embrace with her face down in tears. He immediately turned around then flashed away with a sword, a cry and a broken heart.
Joko Calmly was silent. The tears of his love fell rolling intent not intent, but wetting the young man's cheeks.
The three wives of Joko Tenang, who had been monitoring together like hotheads from the pendapa, were surprised to see a scene they had not expected. The three of them had previously been convinced that Kusuma Dewi would choose to join Joko Calm.
“Kusuma!” shouted Lanang Jagad while standing up. He who was persuading his heart to be patient, was surprised. The passing of Kusuma Dewi from Joko Calm concluded for him that he re-opened the entrance.
Claps!
Suddenly Tirana disappeared from her seat.
Kusuma Dewi was forced to stop the lesion of his body when he arrived at Gate Three Cain. Tirana stood up to him. He was just shocked in his heart, he did not expect Joko Calm's wife to have such a high speed.
“Kusuma, the five wives of Kakang Joko are all women who both have hearts like you.” said Tirana gently as she stepped forward closer to Kusuma Dewi. “We all each very much hope that we are the only woman and wife that Kakang Joko loves and has. However, we all cast aside our own iniquities, in order to fulfill a duty nobler than that of a wife. But then, we know and feel, by sharing our husbands we can create our happiness more beautiful. I hope you think well and clearly again. We, the wives of Kakang Joko, open our arms wide and heart as clean as possible to welcome your arrival someday.”
“Thank you for your kindness,” said Kusuma Dewi cold without expression, except a wet face.
Kusuma Dewi then flashed away leaving the gate through the darkness of the road flanked by two ravines on the right and left.
Tirana was silent where she stood. It failed.
Meanwhile in the gazebo, Getara Cinta and Kerling Sukma were already with their husbands.
“I'm sure, someday he will come,” said Joko Calm optimistically to his two wives. (BH)