a prophecy

"Little girl...come here, hold my hand so I don't feel pain." said Priambodo, holding out his hand.

"Oh my gosh really Uncle Man is like a big baby!" said Putri in her heart as she approached Priambodo.

"Does it hurt in a massage like that Om?" asked Putri when she saw Priambodo like a hot worm writhing with a grimace on his face.

"This is the second time I've been massaged by Mbok Ponirah, do you see I'm okay?" said Priambodo in annoyance even though Putri was holding his hand.

Putri can only hold her breath seeing the spoiled captain of a man who is always firm when in front of other people.

"Master, the pain will only increase if you keep moving. Try to hold it in while I massage the sprained bone." said Mbok Ponirah, confused to see Priambodo, who kept on squirming.

"Listen to that Om, it's not much. Mbok Ponirah has massaged a lot, but it's not as fussy as Om." said Putri with pouting lips.