"What t-took place?"
-AZIZ TIRESENZO
'Vast, diverse deserts and vast, diverse and deep oceans creates SOUTH. Mountains and forests create north. Lust, instrument to implement absolute love, and anger, without which there occurs a lag in voicing out for justice, are the bricks and binders of our god. North's god was of love and joy. The seventh sensed Apsaras, and the sixth sensed humans reside SOUTH. The north consists of the fifth sensed MONSTERS along with pre-mentioned creatures.' Sagun made his sudden stop for his commanding preaching leaving his students in wonder. Showing in his branchy beard face what-was-that reaction, leaving his recently-grown-as-kids students' minds churn with the mystery of his uninformed stop.
That room they were filled was in an ancient but strange costume. Walls were coated amber perhaps floor was in red of that carpet, on those the differentiated in appearance similar in the abilities of cuteness, kids seated. The odd one out was undoubtedly Sagun, occupied in a glittering gold enthrone. Being a man in his fifties, Sagun has a bulged belly that can be easily noticeable though he was covered in a glossy, floor-touching amber-skinned attire. But he didn't exhibit the signs like wrinkles, greyness of hair that makes a man middle-aged.
Walls were decorated as usual, with paintings having wordings, which could be an art of a book's cover page. Corners of the room were cherished with mega-sized books giving the room the tone and smell of a library. Things are arranged in a way that prohibits the word 'mess' while describing them.
Hands accelerating parallel to the ears, he released it from his monstrously overgrown curls, which habitually prohibits his audition. Then wave-like shrinking of his caterpillar-like eyebrows, he concentrated, as though he was making an attempt in teaching his gown-dressed students the art of concentration, on that unfamiliar, audible-only-to-him disturbance. He then swiftly drove his eyes onto that amber-skinned door furnished with wood, situated in front of him, also triggered those cute eyes holders' curiosity onto it. His efforts on hunting that sound made him pause his teachings of history, become almost useless, but gained an ultimate success in the gossiping of unique and gorgeous juveniles.
Grunting and letting attention-attracting sound, he brings his students to the default mode of pin-drop silence, listening, and continues his preaching. The little beauties, organized in rows and columns on that red carpet, continued processing their speciality, presented physically but mentally absent, a typical student's custom. Again he sounded in his commanding voice, continuing his boredom history, which has an unknown power in triggering doziness.
The infants blessed with their enormous abilities like creativity and imagination are mentally in their magical worlds, waving from ground to sky. Those backbencher-like infants went one step ahead, wandering in their supernatural world more efficiently through the dream, secured from the view of their preacher since seated in the last row, as though they were in an urge in proving the statement, 'last rows meant for sleeping.' Also, they made the front seaters occasionally turn back with the face, apparently upholding impressions of longing for the sleep enthrone and the reaction of envy on their lucky friends. They possessed envy, but they did not even think of complaining them, as though they've already made a gentleman agreement on this crucial issue. Though they were practicing daydreaming, inevitably, they were receiving disturbances from their humdrum commanding preacher. But the class become unco, again when he paused, planting complete silence that made the sleeping beauties wake as though sudden silence was their alarm.
With a bursting-out-of-curiosity-view, their eyes were driven onto that suddenly-became-suspicious door, even before Sagun, causing him to repeat his attention-bringing-back grunt. Spreading a threatening gaze over them, soon after they moved their curiosity on him, he became clear his students aren't the causes of his unpredictable intruding irritator. Releasing him from the enthrone, he strolled to that seems-to-be-vacant corner where he finds a sickle-topped rod. Then grabbing it from its rest position, he abetted it in producing rap sound, tapping on the square-shaped gleaming part of the ceiling.
As the sickle teased his sensitive bulgy bums, tightly and partially inserted in that square cavity, the gateway of light from his glittering bum to the ancient-toned room of the ceiling, the bum-bearer performed a sudden upthrust letting the entry of the former luminescence, sun. Then signing in the cavity showing his hairy 'V' shaped animal-like face, half-filled with dark-circled brown eyes, dotted with a shrunken mouth, raged furiously.
'oh... didn't I warned you not to sickle me?' he squeaked.
'Don't ACT!!! Perform the only work you've meant to!' Sagun was cherished in vexation.
'That's what we're for. What the foul you've made out in our so-long praised work?' bum-bearer reflected a perfect reaction for his action.
'Pranky light cat, what made you disturb me preachin'?' however be the aggressive squeak, but Sagun neglected to reveal his astonishment.
'You idiotic cruel blamer, we've never indulged in sadistic activities and….'
Sagun performed a quarrelsome conversation with his misjudged loyal light cat when his hunger for seeking and finding the culprit was re-provoked-- reason: his ear receptors were again teased by that misty noise. This time he was sure something out was the culprit. Pointing at the door and making the infants diverting their curiosity from him to that suspicion-accustomed door, Sagun further took steps of his overwhelming desire to find the causer of that not-up-to-the–level-for-disturbing noise. Resting his hands on the door opener, he expressed his look onto the bursting-out-of-innocent-faced juveniles and ordered like a trembling farewell to them before he leaves them to pursue his just-now-became-as want.
'Twittering mouth mandatorily addicted to this same silence, while your mind should re-progress your Lord's preachin'. GOT IT!'
'As you said, my lord.' They sang in a chorus.
Then he proceeded his eager-overgrown action, inserting him to the living hall, wearing the previous room's same attire. But this room, through the equally spaced cavities, was somehow lightened by the sun rays, struggling to make light cat unnecessary for the holey hall, unlike the glittering bum-bearing light cat. Also, it was keen to follow as ants the customs of a living room such as woody dining table, stuck-to-the-wall pillars, and valuable stuff filling the shelves.
The volume of his disturbance got its increase. It was an estranged sound, more likely to be a nasty mourn. With sharp-to-the-core ears, he revealed his curiosity-to-the-core expressions, seeking the unwelcomed sound. The sound was from his bedroom enclosed with that same kind of door, caught in his sniffing view.
He thunderstruck the obstacle on his way to the HUNT, the wood-made chairs, by dashing it, which poured a rough background tone for his furious rush. That auspicious-toned suspicious mourning cherished in triggering his curiosity to the peak. Awkward and manic about his somehow-arrested-by-him distracter ---at his utmost urge for pursuing unknown, he revealed the purposely enclosed bedroom door which succeeded in throwing him away to the sky of that out-bursting-in-lust scenario fueled for his jaws-touching-the-ground shock.
There fell a lust-boosted scenario of his respectful king Aziz Tiresenzo and his trustworthy daughter Ananda in his deliberate catholic view.
They've set a mandatory prohibition of gaps between them, tightly collapsed in such a way that each one is trying to penetrate into each other. Hastened with desire, each one sucking each one's juicy lips in a rough tone, as though they'll die if their efficiency faces downfall. Her highly plumped breasts were affixed against his thick concave armored chest seems like she was trying to burst her ripened pumpkins, forcing against him. Her slender white skin hands at his back, thrusting him towards her, wanted to take him into her. His arm-ripened hands almost arrested her slim sculptured body. His nasty teeth were in an attempt to tear her lips. Above all, his naughty hands swiftly accelerating her skirts down, introducing her naked lower parts to the penetrated, through the default cavity, glowing sun. As though the sun was turned on, encountering her oily legs, the sun got its increase in brightness. It seemed that she forget to wore her under-wears, but her top-wear volunteered to perform underwear's duty.
Stepping forward to dizziness, Sagun soundly rested his hands on that motionless-like-him desk, awaking Aziz from his aggressive lustful progress, but not her. She was still with her overwhelming desire to function on him, proving her an intractable personality when it comes to lust. Aziz, shocked like the king of amazement, of encountering poor stumbling Sagun. Then he spread the flavours of normality over his brown amber face, fertilized with the required amount of beard to display his face alluring to the depths, absolutely pairing with his thick SINISTER moustache.
Repelling from her like like-poles, he discontinued all the works his enthusiastic physic performing; he unknowingly dashed on that bumpy amber-coloured wall, awakening almost-going-to-fall Sagun from his newborn dizziness. Sagun's look onto him was bloomed with all sort of shock and temper vibes. His mouth was waiting for his body to overcome his dizziness and flourish him sufficient energy to outburst in his commanding voice with quarrelsome questions and arguments with his until-now-respected KING. The latter now portrayed himself as a lustful king.
Though Aziz was separated and let downfall for his zealotry desire, today's new prey for his daily nourishing passion was still at her peak of libido, quickly attracted towards him, pressing him against the wall, not even concerning to wear her unwrapped skirt. He then pushed her with his fully uninvolved hands, making her fall on that cushioned-with-an-unknown-stuff bed. Raising his arms up, equating with his height, and then drifting it down, pressing air around him and releasing a warmed-of-lust air scratching his still-not-dried lip, he threw himself with an ultimate effort, temporarily out of sexual desire. WOW, what a nice king for his fellow people, talented to the depths in propelling lustful security for his beloved women pitched on his territory, filled partially by arid sand rest by the evaporating rivers.
Turned on beauty, then grasped that tiny pillar-shaped pillow, placed it in-between her legs, processed a tight hug continue pouring her provoked desire onto it, still undo closing her eyes.
After an enough-for-a-king tensed view on Sagun, he picked him, almost forced him out to the living hall with hurried-like-a-horse legs, making Sagun settle on that wooden and lined chair dashed before by him during the just-now exhausted thunderstruck dilemma.
Capturing complete silence, in the course of processing deep thinking, unknowingly pointing at that dusty vertex, Aziz accompanied Sagun, who was keen on practicing rustle-free dumbfoundedness and involved in awakening from the shock. The surrounding was occupied entirely by silence, other than the inner roaring of beaten heart and gossiping and comely screaming of infants; hence it is proved that they were responsibly proving the statement 'when the teacher was out, then the student's waggery was let out.'
After an abundant-for-king pax, he raised his magnetic voice, with all his noble gestures but inheriting absolute normality, so that he isn't guilty of what he has done:
'Sagun,' Sagun raised to him, who was still at his unwanted duty of observing that misty-of-dust corner.
'what happened to….. her?'
No one in Sagun's situation would have expected this type of customary-to-the-core question. 'what happened to her?' Sagun's mind was churning with this question; it wanted to pulsate on him in a raging rough tone. 'But he can do anything,' Sagun controlled himself. But his efforts concern with experiments when Aziz was re-sounded.
'something wrong with her. I'm in absolute surety.'
Rough hands of Sagun got its veins pop-out, get set to dismantle him, which was fueled by Aziz's as innocent as those infants behind the doors, statement. But his own profession, respect for his divine duty fueled him in controlling his could-be-destructive ANGER.
After his plenty-for-a-king gaze over that misty-by-dust corner, he about-turns so that he came in face-to-face contact with Sagun, enriched in dysphoric mania. He then placed his hands on his does-not-like-to-be-touched-by-him shoulder, bent down to him so that his face was at a risky interval from Sagun. Producing innocent-toned what-was-happened reaction over his face, which was an excellent contributor in exhibiting whatever gesture, he said softly:
'what t-took place?'
Sagun's wrist tensed and shot towards his chin, which made Aziz forcibly stuck on the floor, propelling a clanging sound since he was in his armor king attire.
As he was successful in his desire to hurt him, his temper cultivated downfall, making him aware that the punch-received King didn't get UP! Staring at his dead-corpse-like king, knocked down of his punch, he started his farewell for his accomplishment of the overwhelming desire by compressing his head, placing each hand adjacent to each ear, while his inner god screaming at him, 'what you've done to him?'
Unable to show any movement, Aziz indirectly made Sagun outburst in fear of committed an unapologetic crime. He, along with the other motionless things, was in inertia.