Nurvati
Episode 121: Interpreting the Passage of Time.
In the magnificent Cloud palace, which floated with a white cloud pedestal that was devoted.
For now, Miss Arenda is sitting on a 'cloud' chair by listening to the harp passages that form a melodious groove.
This is the most luxurious and magnificent room, a room decorated with colorful gemstones, a blue sky with planets into the scenery outdoors.
A beautiful place for the sake of melancholy, a room that has a fountain with honey flowing near the flowers 'Star'. The room that has statues of emerald that resemble the angels, the aroma of this half-open room is very fragrant, and the floor is made of glass with a colorful fish pond below. This is the family room, a room that has been a favorite since Arenda and Prince Azer always sat together here, especially during the days before marriage, he and Prince Azer always told stories in this place.
Arenda who was sitting alone enjoying the peaceful atmosphere in the cloud chair seemed to be contemplating her life now.
Indeed just sitting leaning in silence Arenda there, but there was a turmoil of feelings and thoughts that formed a sluggishness in her soul.
This is not just about love, nor about hatred of the enemy, all this is difficult to describe by words, but specifically the turmoil of these feelings is interrelated.
So at the strange impulse from within his soul, Arenda called out to a female slave by clapping her hands twice, 'Prok' 'Prok'.
The slave appeared through the diamond wall of the room, a wall that was only limited to a 'hologram' that fooled anyone's eyes.
It was on the glass floor that the slave lady stood near Arenda, until in courtesy gently asked, “What is Miss Arenda?”
Arenda's sea-blue iris that glared slowly in the look of her reflection began to be moved on the smooth face of the slave woman while gently but still firmly answering, “Please massage my feet ...”
The order was immediately executed without any questions or complaints, the slave massaged Arenda's feet with a deep sense of obedience.
Moreover, the slave woman took honey near the shower poured on a container of diamonds, she brushed into two smooth legs Arenda.
It is possible that with a relaxing massage on the legs can relieve the feeling of fatigue in the heart, so thought Arenda.
For that time rolls in hope that all is well.
She will be a queen, a wife of the ruler, serving all reality for the sake of the people and husband. Yes, Arenda understands very well to be part of honorable people, because her father to her grandmother are descendants of honorable people, who inevitably she must be able to always be elegant and look dignified.
The problem is that Arenda never liked all things political.
He loved Prince Azer because he did love him regardless of social status, or the virtuous people called him sincere love.
Out there, not a few women who like Prince Azer, not a few who only love the title of prince embedded in Azer, not a few, even Arenda was aware that there were some women trying to get Prince Azer. Not only that, there are some men who are trying to get Arenda, yes, there are actually men out there who love Arenda so much that the man fought with Prince Azer, yes, struggling to get a confession of love that hopes to be welcomed again by the feeling of love.
However, one thing was certain, Arenda was not that kind of woman, she did look strong and resolute on the outside, but in her soul, in her, in her, the turmoil of wanting to rebel against this complicated life is always in the cards.
The strong reason why Arenda took education abroad is only so that she is not related to politics, but on the one hand, a subtle impulse, which gathers all her thoughts and dreams to stay away from politics, he said, instead, it leads him to be able to live with Prince Azer who in fact Prince Azer is definitely or close to politics.
His parents never wanted Arenda to become a swordsman or a member of the military, the urge to join factions in the West or follow in their footsteps as actors in the political stage, always ensnaring Arenda.
At that time, the service at Arenda's feet did not help him calm his tired soul. But still as hard as possible to calm down, until somehow what emotions make him suddenly say, “Please stop picking harps!”
The melodious harp not able to appease his lethargic soul, Arenda looked straight ahead at the void. Silence completes the mood.
He felt that if something was wrong during his life, it began to be felt today.
She does not like the politics of the state, she does everything for the sake of others, for the dreams of her parents and for the happiness of her husband, she never knows what it feels like to be able to achieve everything she wants from her heart, he did not even understand whether all this time he did everything from his heart, or instead he extinguished his heart.
Arenda never had a purpose in life, she just went with the flow of life that forced her to accept all the dreams and reasons of others as her identity.
However, the more time went on, the more he realized, if he was the form they wanted to be, silenced all his inner voices to be as they wanted to be.
For hundreds of years, that consciousness feels bright today.
With that concern, Arenda decided to ask the slave girl who massaged her legs, she wanted to know, what had made a woman willing to become a slave in this Cloud palace.
“Servant, why did you become a servant in this palace?” arenda asked without looking at the servant.
At first the female slave was just speechless, she was a bit surprised at the question.
“Sa-me .. I became a servant .. I..,” said the slave woman nervously and thoughtfully.
Obviously Arenda also calmed the slave so as not to hesitate by saying, “Tell honestly, this is an order.”
Making the slave woman dare to answer, “I do not know what to do anymore .. but, at that time I had the desire to live in the palace of the Clouds, I did not know what to do, then register yourself as anything here, just in order to stay in the cloud palace.”
Arenda was not satisfied to hear it, so she asked again, “So, you do not want to be a servant? You forced yourself as a waitress to be able to stay here?”
“Eh, it is not so,” argued slave woman rather afraid that Arenda prejudiced bad.
“I am also happy to be a servant in this palace, because ... I can touch the skin of Miss Arenda and be an important part of a king ...,” her errata without giving up her massage.
Suddenly the statement was able to make Arenda's blue iris directly switch on the slave woman, muttering, “Become an important part of the king?”
“Did you say that in order to be praised like sycophants?” take Arenda seriously.
The slave girl sat down folding her legs with a bowed respectfully and fearfully, replying, “Please Miss Arenda, I don't want to 'look face' I just said what's in my heart.”
Arenda's gaze was locked for a moment on the slave, looking at all the possibilities that could be captured from the woman's feelings, only to know about her mindset and happiness level. Then look back to the front on a planet that looks white in the blue sky.
No more speech, the slave woman back massaging Arenda's legs, while Arenda contemplated her experience until now.
And spurring his mind to form a conclusion, that all his forced life had formed his present self.