IN THE ARMS OF SEVEN ANGEL
Acquaintance

"Kang, don't eat!" shouted one of the angels calling the man who was currently pensive in one of the rooms. "Get out, we eat the same, kang!" bring him.

The man who since a few moments ago was pensive, suddenly snorted. He felt annoyed, when called Kang by the angels who were with him at this time. For a young man named Wira, of course, the call is very strange for men born in modern times. Even so, because of the hunger that whack, Wira would not want to come out of the room.

Once out of the room, Wira was again made restless.looking at the seven women who were gathering, something began to harden from inside the pants that she was wearing right now. The woman tried to cover something very sharp under her stomach, immediately sitting on the floor where the women were, circling the food that had been served.

"Would it be just this?" wira asked as she looked at some dishes that she had never eaten before. Although Wira lives in the village, but the dishes she eats are very different from those in front of her at this time.

"Yes, all we found in the woods was this. Wh why? You don't like it?" said one of the angels. The hero fell silent, immediately his eyes looked at the dish of cassava, yam, potatoes and boiled bananas and some fruits such as papaya and bananas that were partly boiled, some were not. In the mind of the young man raged and at that moment he remembered his mother.

The seven women who were there just looked at each other while watching the silent Hero. Actually when I saw Wira coming out of the room, the seven women were amazed, staring at the appearance of Wira after changing clothes. Directly, the clothes that Wira was wearing, showed off her athletic body that was so perfect. They were also quite stunned when they saw the image that was on the body of the Hero. The image of the image on some parts of the body of the Hero looks like a symbol. That's what made the women ask who the young man was.

But it is not denied, in addition to being curious about the image of the image on the body of the Hero, the image also makes the charm of the Hero more handsome and different from the men who have seen the angels. Even in the eyes of the angels, the gods are very handsome, the charm is far inferior to the Wira who has a pictorial body.

Because of the hunger that has been very afflicting his stomach, inevitably Vira eat the food that is there while his eyes are good at stealing a glance at the clothes worn by seven angels. Who became the center of attention of Wira, of course, the thighs and twin hills that seemed to rebel, wanted to get out because the place was very tight and too small.

"Kang, we can tell no, whose real name are you?" ask one of the angels who was sitting on the left side of Wira.

"My name is Wira" replied Wira with a mouth that chewed boiled sweet potatoes. "Now you know my name, so don't call me kang kang anymore."

The nieces of the angels just squared at each other. "Why? Isn't Kang's call very common for adult men on earth. Kang Wira, doesn't that sound so good?" say the same woman.

"Truely," said the other angel. "The Hero, doesn't that call make a man more handsome and dignified and mature?"

The hero was stunned for a while. "Yes, it's up to you guys just how good it is," said the true hero in the young man's heart floated when he heard the word handsome, authoritative and mature. A nickname that Wira never heard during being a man growing up. Although some call him Mas or Bang, but it is only done by relatives, friends or children of neighbors. No woman called him because he was special.

"What are you called?" The hero is back to sound. The seven women then mentioned their names. The hero only nodded a few times. "Your names why is it so hard? Is there a name that is easier to remember? Where your faces are almost the same again. I could have misnamed her later."

"Well on, what should we do?" said one bidari. "We can't change our name. Our names have been around since we were born."

"Changed our names? Meaning, Kang?" ask one of the angels to represent the other.

"Yes, let me make it easier to hold you guys when we talk like this" said Wira. "I will call you by the name of the Goddess and also the color of the cloth you were wearing before changing clothes, how?"

Seven angels looked at each other for a moment, then they looked back at Wira with a gaze demanding an explanation. The hero then again told what the seven angels asked for.

"Look, look, when we first met, you were wearing seven different colors. There are green, yellow, indigo, orange, red, blue, and purple. I call you by the color of that color, for example an angel wearing a purple cloth, I call her the Purple Goddess. An angel wearing a Hiaju cloth would call her a green goddess, how? Let me remember it more easily?"

The seven angels looked back at each other and seemed to be relaxing were discussing through the look in his eyes. "Alright, it's up to Kang Wira how good? Part of the seven cloth is indeed a mandatory symbol that we must wear, to distinguish us when in the sky with other angels." Finally a deal was created and they again talked to enjoy the dishes.

Meanwhile, elsewhere, his place in a palace, the King of the palace, was looking at the feather he had just obtained, from the commander of the kingdom. "Is this golden goose feather just one, Commander?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, I only found one strand of golden Goose feather as I took the water by the river," replied the Commander.

"Alright, it means that on this earth, there is one angel who cannot return to the sky because of the shrewdness of this Goose feather" said the King. "Find him, Commander! I've got to get her and make her my wife."

"Okay, Your Honor."

The commander immediately left. While the King grinned while staring at the golden Goose feather in his hand "By marrying an angel, it means that my dream as the king of the heavens will definitely be realized, hahaha ..." the voice of the King's laughter immediately shook and the sound of his laughter sounded very frightening.

Still at the same time but in a different place, a golden feather was also being stared at by a man. Every now and then the man grinned with all the thoughts he was feeling right now.

"What will the chief do with that Golden Goose feather?" ask the man who is in one place with the man called the chairman.

The man smiled sinisterly and looked at the man who had just thrown the question. "Of course I have to get the owner of this golden Goose feather, because you know not if the virgin blood of the golden goose feather owner, will make me, can be the most powerful and immortal human being."

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