SATRIO.
CH 99

"Mas Pandji is okay?" asked his father with a pity expression. Pandji came home at dawn with his team. Their lethargic and pale faces were already the answer to Pandji's father.

"Pandji can't carry this on, Dad! Both Tirta's parents did not survive because his son was friends with Pandji .. It is not impossible that it will happen to Mahesa and Aswanta!" mooed Pandji with eyes full of wounds and a very sorry look.

"There is no one who easily accepts a loss, let alone death! The death of a person is beyond our human power.

We do our part, which is to prevent a bigger catastrophe from happening, not to one or two people, but to everyone" Pandji's father said calmly.

Pandji lowered his tired face, a line of desperate words came out from his lips, "Pandji felt useless, Father!"

"Mas Pandji cannot save people if God does not show His power, and vice versa.

Both hands are there only to help as we can, trying to save the lives of others. As to the result, leave it to the Almighty!"

"But father ..." denied Pandji was not finished because his father cut the sentence that was just about to be spoken.

"If you feel useless to others, then use it for yourself, fighting for life is a form of gratitude to the Khalik. I'm sure Mas Pandji still remembers the teachings of Father Guru …?"

"Don't get close to death .. and fight more than the ability to stay alive and be useful to others" said Pandji lirih.

"Please rest your body, throw away all the burdens of your mind! Don't mind today because no time machine can bring things back, let alone turn on a dead person" Pandji's father ordered as he looked at the young man of responsibility who all had a gloomy face. "Tirta can stay here!"

"I still have a family, there's an uncle from my father. But while ... maybe I will stay here and keep fighting with Pandji," replied Tirta politely.

"Well, clean your bodies and go to sleep now!"

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The next night, the moon grew dimmer by midnight, the huge aura hanging in the sky becoming increasingly dense and black.

No portal has opened since the incident in the Parangtritis area, but Pandji did not lower his alertness at all.

The cold air pierced the bones, all those who did not possess spiritual strength.All normal humans were without excess, already deep within the massive sirens exhaled by a person.

This was not the night of Satan's glory, not the night of the calamity that was in the prophecy, not the full night of the eclipse as in the covenant, but the very gripping atmosphere and the founding of the Roman feathers. There was a horror that flew with the gusts of the night wind.

Except for the courtiers who have gone to rest, the living room of Pandji residence is still crowded with chatter. Pandji is still chatting with oma and opa.

Outside the house, a strip of red light sank from the west. Something was moving closer towards the Abisatya residence.

Next, an extremely dense black fog gathered behind that red dot. It formed a huge cloud like a black wall disguised by the shadow of the moon.

Temperature changes detected by Oma Pandji. Pandji's beloved lady showed a serious expression with her forehead constantly wrinkled. "Al ... have you covered the western dome?"

“Ayahanda is in the back, Oma. What should Pandji call?”

“Oh, no need. Oma shouldn't have asked, but made sure to check your father's work yourself!"

Pandji smiled looking at the age-eaten physique but not with his warrior aura. Oma is too mysterious for Pandji, looking calm on the outside but keeping something big inside. Hiding meetings without people being able to read.

"Pandji has made sure this house is fenced well by Ayahanda, Oma. Oma's better get some rest, Pandji wants to see the moon in the yard!" pamit Pandji is polite.

Although Oma knows she is lying and fooling smart people, Pandji doesn't care. He only wanted people as old as Oma not to intervene challenging the danger.

"Repeat once again, Mas Pandji!" oma said with a shady look.

"Pandji just... tired of being inside the house, Oma!" elak Pandji's. He still did not want to explain what he wanted to do outside the house. "Pandji wants to catch the wind, a little sultry at home!"

"Is it full?" tanya Oma flat.

"No, Pandji was intrigued by something coming from the west. That's it," answered Pandji honestly.

As the first child, it was Pandji's duty to look after his family. Keeping all the humans sheltering under the vaults of his home.

"So what will Mas Pandji do?” Oma Pandji asked as he turned his head towards the exit.

Pandji shrugged his shoulders softly and put on a plain expression, “Maybe playing rabbit hunting.”

"Gia come, Mas!" shouted Pandji's youngest brother excitedly.

"Never!" Pandji wiggled his index finger left and right in front of his sister's face. "No ... no, Gia!"

"Oma?" ask Gia to seek help.

"Gia's turn later," replied oma with a gentle smile. "Bareng same oma!"

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