Nurvati
Episode 146: Rain On A Lonely Soul.
Glittered.
The rain with heavy intensity hit the purple bamboo forest, soaking every material that was rained, the air was quite cold, the clouds looked gray piled up in the sky.
It had been 5 hours more rain this morning, the sun that began to pingai poking behind the gray clouds, as if watching when the rain would stop.
Or the air that carries the distinctive aroma of bamboo forests that exist is not lost by the swift rain.
There was no sound of thunderous clouds, as if it had been swallowed up by the howling of rain.
But, when realized, the rain when it gradually subsided with a basin that gradually rose towards zenit, its bright rays over time through the cracks of the cloud.
The wind ran slowly with a cold that was quite slashing the skin. This rainy weather at least immediately switched to sunny and it took a lot of time.
Countless number of rain spots are plunging in this forest, but the impression of coolness and peace seems to be exposed real.
Admittedly, if the seconds and minutes have been consumed by a lot of rain that will subside, until at the point of one hour, the rain begins to disappear.
6 Hours of reality-deprived time to show the torrential rain and this time, the blue sky and the flash of the baskara began to show its beauty.
The day began to clear, the gray clouds disappeared, the air began to warm until the sunlight shone on the Lotus pond, illuminated the bamboo forest, illuminated all over the Western country.
In the pond, precisely on the rock in the middle of the pond, a woman was falling asleep in her long sleep.
Depress by bending in a drenched state. Not only that, a white goose bird, swimming around the woman.
From the rain the white goose had been there surrounding the long black haired woman, or even her presence even longer.
Nevertheless, just as the goose was in front of the woman, for a while she stared fixedly at the woman, looking at her black hair, looking at her bare head and hearing her snoring.
A bright white light appeared to cover the woman's face, which eventually the goose began to dart the woman's head.
The catapult is constantly done by the goose, dabbing quite hard on the woman's crown.
From dozens of times to dozens of times, the bird catukan goose occurs without any meaningful response; the woman is still sound asleep without feeling anything. Only, not one bit the goose paused his actions, he continued to clap the woman's head to wake her up.
The effort must also spend up to a full minute, dozens of times painstakingly.
“Haahh ..”
Thankfully the goose seemed to have managed to wake the black-haired woman, seen from the woman's right hand wagging near her head, as much as possible to stop the swan's behavior.
But in fact it did not work, the goose actually spread its wide white wings by jumping up to dredge quite hard on the head of the woman.
Keep jumping around while struggling to wake the woman up.
"Ngok .. ngok .. ngok ...!"
“BERISEEEEK ..!” the black-haired lady charged with two hands wagging around her head.
The goose bird was not finished, he continued to jump up and down with a drench and continued to dart the woman's head.
Until resentment began to erupt in the woman, who was slowly controlling her mind and the thought immediately sent a command signal to her hand. So 'Grep' quickly the woman's right hand managed to grab the goose's neck.
For this reason, gradually, his head began to be lifted, slowly his bright face began to be raised.
Therefore, without hesitation, the woman violently snapped at the goose. “DUMBASS, DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE BEING TAUGHT! EVEN INTERRUPT MY BREAK!”
The thunderous voice momentarily managed to break the silence around, making the peace at least filled with the anger of a woman.
The day was getting brighter, this afternoon began to warm up, the blue sky seemed to stretch wide, showing its obvious jelly.
The wind did not forget to send its coolness around the corner of the purple bamboo forest.
There was a rather strange moment in the lotus pond, the woman momentarily glued to the strangled white goose. I don't know what's going on, but when you look into his lonely soul, it's pretty weird.
Then 'Byur' dropped the goose right into the pool water, to flounder the goose there.
“Ngok ngok ngok.
“Ahk ... swan fucker ..” umpat the woman with a tumungkul in lethargy.
She's a woman who's been asleep for a long time, not even realizing it's been sound in a day. There was nothing for him to find interesting, except sleeping here and maybe wanting to sleep forever.
Yes, the black-haired woman named Nurvati, her desperate self feels no more interest to continue living, anyway for what is also life if the ends die too.
The consciousness of the life cycle around him had not been too arousing for his soul to rise or leave from there. Precisely Nurvati still bowed lethargic with the intention of going to sleep again.
The Fairy Race is indeed very rarely slept, fairly not a few also the Elves who sleep only once a hundred years.
And that is completely contrary to Nurvati, she still feels sleepy even though she has been drifting in sleep for a long time.
However, Nurvati who was about to dissolve again in sleep, her intentions and desires were dashed when she heard the voice of a man.
“Nurvati ... view ...”
At first Nurvati was stingy, afraid that it was only limited to hallucinations. So that he still casually depresses there without ignoring it.
Only, from behind Nurvati the voice of the man reverberated.
“Nurvati ... be aware ..”.
A voice that sounded stern, a voice that broke his despairing mind, that put aside his hallucination assumption, if it was not a hallucination.
Automatic, Nurvati hastily jumped from the middle rock of the pool, jumping with a salto in the air, until landing right on the edge of the 'Tap' pool'. Standing on someone's back, then asking, “Who are you?”
The two words that were thrown at first became questions that were left unanswered. Nurvati had realized that there was someone else in this place. Nevertheless, the figure still did not reply.
Clearly the curiosity that ensnared Nurvati's soul instantly made her turn around backwards, facing directly the figure.
Has stood a figure of a dark-haired man, a smooth face with sharp black neutrals that look far ahead, his body wrapped in all-white clothes, not a single stitch, his skin bright white, and his body was wrapped in white, the male figure actually looks like the Human race. But he had two white wings just like the Elves.
A tall and strong man, without a smile. And out of nowhere to know the name Nurvati, not even known the purpose of his arrival here.
Suddenly when Nurvati was still stunned full of astonishment, the figure of the man said, “I am the angel of the news...”
The sentence was so short nan tedas, making a sense of wonder full of questions increasingly ensnare the mind of Nurvati. The sentence also prompted Nurvati to conclude that the figure of the man in front of her is the Angel Abriel.