IN THE ARMS OF SEVEN ANGEL
Trapped Circumstances

Astonished, that was the reaction shown by the Hero and the seven angels, upon hearing the question from the Grandfather. For a while, they kept quiet and looked at each other. Confused, what should they answer with the question. The angels are in a pretty big dilemma right now.

"Indeed, who can have the feather of the Golden Goose, only the angels, Cake?" ask the hero with an attitude made as calm as possible. His mind really worked very quickly to deny the question of the grandfather who mentioned the relationship of the angel and the golden feather in his hand. "Indeed, ordinary women should not have such fur?"

For a moment, the Grandfather was stunned as soon as he heard the answer coming out of the Wira's mouth. But shortly after, Grandpa reviewed the smile while turning his gaze towards the fur he was holding. "What you said is true. Grandpa just wants to know if it's possible ..."

"That's enough, Cake," the Grandma suddenly made a sound, stopped her husband's words, and she quickly retook the feather that Grandpa was holding. "Living is given what is difficult. The other who found Grandma too, why Grandpa who is a fussy, ask this is all?"

Grandpa was flabbergasted. He did not expect his wife to react that way. "Grandpa's just gonna find out, what's wrong, Grandpa asked?" grandpa protest with a pouting face.

"Yes wrong" Grandma said firmly and did not want to lose. "They are guests and they are not criminals either. Don't make our guests uncomfortable because Grandpa's questions are like investigating. If they're angels, what do you want? Want to marry them again? Huh yeah?"

Grandfather increasingly agape in disbelief hearing the words of his wife. The old man chose silence with a cursed heart. While the Hero and the seven angels were only able to smile thinly, watching the attitude of Nanek and Grandpa who were arguing just because of the fur.

"Yes, if this feather is yours, Grandma will give it," said the Grandma while thrusting the fur to Wira who was the closest sitting to the pair of grandparents. With pleasure, the Hero received the feather.

"Thank you, Grandma" Wira said after the feathers were in her hands. The hero turned towards the seven angels and handed the feather to them. "Is this really his fur?"

One of the angels received the fur with pleasure. Once the feather is in the hands of the angel, the feather suddenly gives off light. Too bad you can see the light only the angels. The hero and the pair of Grandpa and Grandma could not see him.

"Yes right, this feather belongs to the Red Goddess," said the green goddess who happened to hold the goose feather.

"Where did you know that it belonged to the Red Goddess?" asked Wira who was surprised by the words of the green Goddess. "What is the sign?"

The green goddess nodded. Because there are other humans besides the Hero, the Green Goddess did not explain, about the sign that can show the identity of the owner of the feather. The sign is visible from the light that emanates, and the light that radiates from the feather is red.

"Yes, the fur business is done" said Grandma. "Now it's night, mending you sleep. You guys, you used to sleep together or take turns?"

The hero and the angels were again stunned, upon hearing his Grandmother's words. "That's, Grandma?" ask Wira. His face clearly showed that he was confused by what the old lady in the house said.

"Well, why even ask her point?" the Grandma even looked astonished by the question of Wira. "You are husband and wife. Sleep with one room or alternately. That time doesn't mean."

"Not to be ashamed," now the Grandpa spoke again, and it seemed that the Grandfather misunderstood the attitude of his guests who looked wrong. "Because here is room three that you will use, mending divided. The one with the leg hurt, it's better to sleep with her husband."

The face of Wira instantly flushed. And at that time the hero was also feeling restless. It's not like you're not happy to be in a room with a woman. What else the woman was indeed a very beautiful woman of the rank of an angel, Wira obviously did not want to refuse the opportunity. But the big question in the mind of the Hero is, is whether he is able to hold himself through the night in one room with a beautiful woman.

"What Grandpa said was right," Nenak instead supported Grandpa. "As a husband, you have to take care of a sick wife. Right there, you guys are sleeping. Grandma and Grandpa are going to sleep."

"Well, Grandma," Wira said in a somewhat stuttered voice. "Then Grandma and Grandpa better go to the room first. We haven't been sleepy, and still want to talk" she said. A pair of Grandmas and Grandpa were in agreement. They both moved and entered one of the rooms that were often used by Grandpa and Grandma. "You also sleep there" Wira told seven angels.

"What are you doing yourself, Kang? You're not sleeping?" ask the Goddess of Orange.

"Yes sleeping" replied the hero. "But I sleep here."

"Loh!" the angels looked surprised. "Why did Kang Wira even sleep here?" ask the Goddess of Green.

"Well, where should I sleep? No way, right? You guys agree I'm in a room with the yellow Goddess?"

For a moment the seven angels looked at each other. "But Grandma and Grandpa are married, Kang. What if they suspect?" the Blue Goddess.

"Didn't be, Kang, don't think too much" said Dewi Kuning. "And we just sleep together, do nothing else. Than we get caught lying to them. Grandma and Grandpa are good with us. We were given a meal and a ride to rest. If they find out, we're lying, they'll be disappointed."

The more confused woman must show what kind of expression for now. Although the male soul is excited not to play, but there is another side of the heart of the Hero who still does not expect, will sleep with a beautiful woman. "alright. Try if the Red Goddess did not say that you are my wife, surely ..."

"Udah," The red goddess immediately voiced out until the words of the Hero stopped just like that. "Honestly, actually Kang Wira is also happy to be able to room with an angel? I'm not." The hero immediately dyed while scratching his head that did not itch. "Dih, just say yes, use all protests. Come on, I'll go to the room first. Kang Wira, help the yellow Goddess of the road huh? You guys are room."

Wira back gawked. At the time he raised a protest, the six angels just waltzed by while holding a smile with a slightly frustrated attitude. Now in the middle room of the house lived only the Wira and Dewi yellow.

"Come, we go to the room," so gentle invitation from a beautiful woman, made the hero nervous and misbehaved.

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