Nurvati
Episode 12: Ending With the Story.
The clouds opposite them changed slowly, converging on the other cloud clumps, the strong wind was warm and the sky was starting to purplish orange; the day was already evening. Nurvati and Falas still sat at home on the edge of the clouds, occasionally looking at the sea, occasionally enjoying the atmosphere.
The day was over, the stories of Falas became a shadow of Nurvati's imagination, his excitement seemed to stick so sweet in his heart, but it was only a story, but was able to make Nurvati amazed, as if the whole problem of life was just a part of drama, like a theatrical play.
On the peaceful return journey, Nurvati was still carried by Falas, flying towards the contest of their pride, there was nothing interesting on the trip except the sparkling stars that adorned the sky, and the, in fact there are no words that accompany the trip, and the lights of the house become a simple sight in the home, home to Nurvati's grandfather's grandmother. Then after taking Nurvati, Falas returned home.
All the time together on that day became the beginning of their closeness, until the next day, Falas came back, picked up Nurvati and invited Nurvati to a new place, The loner Nurvati was invited to a place she never thought possible. The 'bunglon' stones are what he is now visiting, a place where forest rocks are able to change color according to the vibration of the sound that resonates. Enjoying time with Falas, although there is still awkwardness to Nurvati, it does not make it keki. He enjoyed every second, the eye-catching scenery, the cool, calm, quiet air, like a forgotten place of worship, but felt a dream place for a loner like Nurvati.
Since then, loneliness has become a pseudo-shadow, there are friends who fill the quiet, taking time in new cheer, since then, Falas every day brings Nurvati to a new place, Nurvati, places where it is very suitable to be alone, every day, Nurvati will be invited to adventure until not coming home for a few days, he began to get used to traveling. Falas knew, really knew, that Nurvati did not like the crowd, so Nurvati could feel the great adventure without the strange net highlight of the community. And Falas felt grateful to be able to accompany Nurvati's life, very, very grateful.
His cheerfulness began to form, the spirit of life began to increase, the despair in life began to grow back, that is what is seen from the perspective of Falas on Nurvati, who has now been 98 years they are friends, awkwardness faded, and, and the inner bond for Falas began to intertwine. Falas had already understood Nurvati.
Enthusiastic, understanding, passionate, cheerful, and calm, that is the nature or fiil that Nurvati caught from a Falas, knew him until Nurvati's grandparents knew Falas. Surely, Nurvati is grateful to have a friend like her, or hopes to have a friend like Falas. Right, like Falas, because rightly, however good Falas still considered as 'trade goods' to get Nurvati's heart; the trust of friends in Falas was still false, because for him, the, Falas had only filled a quiet space, but had not yet taken doubt into confidence; convinced that Falas could be trusted as a friend.
But, in secret, deep down in Nurvati's heart, despite the long time sacrificed, Nurvati's suspicions on Falas, have not disappeared. Falas wanted to take advantage of Nurvati, that continues to create a burden of mind during befriending him, Nurvati did not intend to think badly, he was only careful, although in fact, unknowingly, Nurvati had been badly thought. That is not the only thing that underlies the Nurvati disaster. Falas refused to bring Nurvati to his family. Actually it did not matter to Nurvati himself, but over time, every time Nurvati wanted to come to the house of Falas, present only to meet him play, every that anyway, every time, Falas would avoid not telling his home address, hundreds of times Nurvati asked, for hundreds of questions that the truth was covered with the word 'no' from Falas, there was a big secret that was harbored by him, he said, which is a simple thing that even becomes something that seems complicated.
The place is a bit far away, so it requires a 'teleportation door' to cut the time, when all the time is used, and the distance to the destination is crossed, within 3 hours of travel, they arrive in the bamboo forest. It should be noted, the bamboo forest here is not the same as in the Human realm, bamboo is called only because of the similarity of shape but different functions; the bamboo is purple, its function is only as a stealth barrier.
They —Nurvati and Falas— entered the bamboo forest without flying, with the reason to be able to find a place 'istimewanya', according to Falas, the place can only be seen when walking. There is a magical wall on it, allowing anyone to be unable to find it when searched from a height. It took time and hard struggle to get to the special place, the bamboo was too close, closed the road space, blocked the eyes, and made lost. The average bamboo here has a height of 7 meters. But Falas was like a skilled guide, without cutting bamboo, without feeling careless, he steadily led the way to the destination.
It had been 1 full-time hour in use, and the curiosity began to settle, as all the steps they had taken bore fruit, a result that dispelled Nurvati's curious thirst. Now they bore a deep sense of pleasure, stirring their lips in a knot of smiles, then their pair of neutrals drugged to enjoy the beautiful scenery of nature, glued to the ground, unsurpassed to look at the rainbow-colored pool of water, it was a pool with a stunning mini waterfall.
A fairly large pond in a quiet bamboo forest, hidden from the creatures with nosy hands, water lotus flowers floating on the water, waterfalls flowing from the bamboo hole, and, filled the pool without flooding to the surface, and in the middle of the pool there is a large green stone. The color of the pool water seems to change, the color looks biased in the clear water, waterfall blur causes a peaceful effect in the ear.
Falas and Nurvati advanced towards the pool, stepping together to enjoy it even closer, as their feet were glued to the lip of the pond, their pair of irises staring intensely towards the bottom of the pond; clear in all the color of the water, and clear in all the colors of the water, and not too deep at the bottom of the pool, one meter deep. There is nothing but water.
Amazed by the place, Nurvati began to open voice, “Who made this place?”
Falas crossed hands, full of confidence, he replied, “I don't know .. but, according to my hunch, this was formed by the Cloud Goddess.”