I'm Baras
Chapter 91. Mayra Tactics

The atmosphere was completely silent, only the sound of their breaths slowly and irregularly. However, not with Mak Tum occasionally seen his body move unsettled, occasionally his face looks stiffened and sweat had already flooded his temples.

'What is this?' the Inner Mak Tum.

Mak Tum slowly opened his eyes, at this time all out of his expectations, nature seemed to whisper, signaling to Mak Tum that something was going on.

Mak Tum further sharpened his hearing, the sound of leaves blowing in the wind with a distinctive and noisy voice indicates that in the small forest something is happening. Mak Tum's body shook violently when he heard a very loud explosion from the forest behind his house.

"This energy," said Mak Tum while returning to breathing, not long after Mak Tum coughed, blood came out of his mouth, Mak Tum's hand pressed his chest firmly for a few minutes.

"Hm .. it turns out the time has come" said Mak Tum slowly.

Mak Tum re-arranged his sitting position, trying to calm down, not long later there was a shadow that shot from Mak Tum's body. The Mak Tum prostrate shadow is already standing on a large rock, the wind hit the old body of Mak Tum hard enough that the cloth used by Mak Tum fluttered. "Hem .. apparently my guess is correct, this bagundal is still the target with Mayra, the unpaid living debt," lirih Mak Tum gazed deep into the middle of the small forest with a sharp gaze for a while before his tribe darted back into his body again.

Mak Tum was still sitting quietly, but it was obvious that his body was stiffening as if preparing for one thing only Mak Tum himself understood his inner alarm.

His net was wide open, his body instantly standing as his ears seemed to move catching the unseen whispers he heard.

"Alright, let him and thank you," Mak Tum replied without making a sound.

His old body scattered the thin fog that had covered their bodies, stepping up to the main door to stand up to see who was coming. The sound of the wind was heard increasingly rumbling closer, Mak Tum could see if the Shahri was coming along with the sound of the wind. "Syahri it turns out you came too" said Mak Tum as he stomped his feet three times to the ground to fence his simple house.

"Mr Tum ...." Syahri growled with anger as his tribe stalled in the courtyard.

"Return Syahri, there is no point in you chasing Mayra," said Mak Tum, his hand has now become a spell.

Shari's loud laughter boomed, her tribe tried to break through the spell Mak Tum made. "I. Syahri, abstain from returning before taking Mayra's life, he who has made me die!" shahri shouted with a form that began to change.

"I guessed it, so you're the one who resembles him!" snapped Mak Tum and now it has hit with the spell.

The courtyard of Mak Tum's house is now truly a supernatural battle arena and only Mak Tum and Syahri know what is going on, attacking each other with knowledge that is heard is only the sound of the wind that rumbles loudly and sometimes slowly and collisions of science that cause an explosion.

Meanwhile, Mayra who was awake from her semen immediately circulated her gaze, her net was fixed on the thin fog that enveloped their bodies, the fog that was getting more and more dense. 'What is this?' inner Mayra.

His hand slowly shook off the fog that was in front of him, his net narrowed when he realized that there was something strange in his vision. "Mak" called Mayra softly when she realized that Mak Tum was not in place.

"Mom," called Mayra again as she stepped out of the fog.

His steps came to a halt when he heard a strange sound in the courtyard, the sound of the wind so loud that occasionally a loud bang broke on the roof of the house. "Mak Tum! No-no, Mommy ...." Mayra called out softly as she tilted her head to peek.

"Mom!" mayra shouted surprisingly.

Mak Tum immediately staggered, his old body collapsing just like that on the floor. "Mayra, why did you come out" Mak Tum while holding his chest.

Mak Tum did not answer, his hands continued to move quickly and occasionally held his chest, "Go Mayra! Get out of here!" throw Mak Tum away with a choked voice.

"No Mak! Mayra's not leaving!" mayra shouted while holding the old body of Mak Tum who suddenly had blood coming out of his mouth.

"Mak .. don't be like this what Mak!" mayra shouted repeatedly.

In the midst of Mayra's confusion, the wind slowly subsided, the atmosphere of the night became increasingly tense when the sound of loud laughter surprised Mayra. "Who?" mayra asked scared.

"Mayra, go!" throw Mak Tum away again.

"Mom, Mayra won't go," Mayra chuckled as she hugged Mak Tum's body.

"Go! Before she showed me her true form of Mayra!" pekik Mak Tum while breaking Mayra's body while trying to get back up.

Mayra did not budge, her body membrku right now her net stared at the embodiment that so scared her. "Slow," said Mak Tum when he realized what was happening.

"There is no other choice" Mak Tum said trying to reach for something behind the cloth he was using.

Mak Tum pulled out Mayra's hand, then handed her an object wrapped in shabby cloth. Mak Tum grabbed Mayra's head and approached her ear, "Mayra, if something happens to Mom, use this thing to attack her," Mak Tum whispered almost inaudibly.

Mayra shakes her head to refuse Mak Tum's gift. "Do Mayra, otherwise she will rule your soul once more, do what Mak Pinta did" Mak Tum said, then again trying to arrange her seat again.

"Mom," called Mayra then nodded tightly to hold the object given by Mak Tum.

However, not yet Mayra opened the object that was calved by Mak Tum, Mak Tum's body fell again, his breath is now heard hunting with a patterning netra. Realizing Mak Tum's condition was not okay, Mayra stood up with a trembling body stepping forward where the figure of Syahri stood. The figure that is not intact because the current appearance that Mayra saw is not completely the embodiment of the Shahri, but there is one figure attached to the body of Syahri, the figure of the occupant of a large tree.

"You! You want my soul!" mayra shouted defiantly.

Hearing Mayra's words, Syahri laughed loudly triumphantly. "Come beautiful, finally you give up too" said Syahri triumphantly.

Mayra with her eyes bulging, body trembling, looking up. Her hair was soaked in cold sweat because of her fear, trying to buy as much time as possible Mayra tried to carry out Mak Tum's orders. "Come here, come closer" Shahri said triumphantly.

"How can I reach you if you're that tall as Syahri," Mayra pleaded with her hand to open the shabby cloth slowly.

"Descended Shahri, well I will come with you to release Mak Tum, let's get married," challenged Mayra.

"How's it?" ask Mayra again.

Syahri just laughed, then quietly looked at the figure beside him, as if he was negotiating one thing. Long enough they argued, then quietly stared at Mayra and Mak Tum alternately. The strange movements they did together until not long after that they approached slowly towards Mayra.

"Prepare this will not be long beautiful" said Syahri with a big voice.