"I don't like King Sena," Darna looks sour, he rides his horse beside Niluh Tantri who uses a white horse. "He made me wait too long."
Niluh Tantri smiled behind her thin veil. "You're just jealous, Darna."
"Why would you serve such a man, Guru?"
"Come on, Darna, you know we need permission to make Mount Putri a place to galvanize your magic. You should be able to learn with all this, Darna. Later, when you can become the number one swordsman, then marry a princess, you will also do the same."
"But you allowed him to use your other hole," Darna grumbled. "You never let me use the same hole!"
Niluh Tantri giggled. "Trust me," she said, "you don't need another hole of mine because the one you have is bigger than what King Sena has."
Although Niluh Tantri's words made Darna a little happy, the young man still sulked.
"I demand equal rights!" he said.
