Ranula (Full History of Wounds)
In the middle of drizzle

The drizzle was still gnawing on that beautiful night. Although dark and cold, but somehow Zoya looks at home there. Especially with Prince Erlangga. His fear and regret had now disappeared and changed with feelings of inexplicable pleasure. Especially with Erlangga's treatment which sometimes makes Zoya misbehaved and so awkward.

It had never been imagined by her if she could sit together spending this kind of time together with a prince. Even if at times like this, Zoya forgets about the real life.

Too beautiful to enjoy even just sitting together enjoying the time.

"If you're afraid to sleep in there yourself. I can take you to another place" said Prince Erlangga arrived.

"Where?" asked Zoya who now turned to Prince Erlangga. Now they are sitting in a little hut up there. It was getting worn out and looks weathered, but still strong for them to sit on.

"The former mother's room" replied Prince Erlangga.

Zoya immediately gasped in shock at hearing that.

"Prince, do you really want to keep me locked up for the rest of my life. Even if the royal people knew, I would definitely be beheaded right then and there. There is just one" said Zoya did not think.

Prince Erlangga smiled faintly and looked far ahead.

"Nobody's gonna know if you're there. It was actually the safest place to hide. Because the mother's room is a room that is never again touched by anyone" replied Prince Erlangga

"Why is that?" zoya asked confusedly.

"Ayahanda doesn't let anyone in there. Including the ladies who want to clean the room" replied Prince Erlangga.

"So that room isn't maintained anymore?" ask Zoya

Prince Erlangga nodded

"Did the king love the queen's mother so much that he would not allow anyone to enter the room again?" ask Zoya again. And somehow he even wanted to know about the previous queen.

"Don't know. But that's what my father ordered. The room was like a forbidden room to enter. Even since his mother died, he also no longer entered the room" replied Prince Erlangga.

"It's weird" Zoya muttered

"But I stay there a lot if I miss my mother. There is where I calm down when the royal problem feels so heavy to face" said Prince Erlangga.

Zoya looked back at Prince Erlangga. His face still looked flat, but that look was like it had turned into a wistful one. Does he miss his mother?

"It must be hard being a prince and crown prince" Zoya said

"of course. The great responsibility and also the hatred of people who do not like me enough to make a burden of its own in the heart" replied Prince Erlangga

"Did anyone not like you? You're an authoritative prince, great at fighting and also brave. Which side do they dislike you from?" zoya asked in wonder.

" His heart is so great" replied Prince Erlangga

"What is the Duke's prince?" ask Zoya. And somehow he became reminded of the Duke's prince this afternoon.

"Yes" replied Prince Erlangga.

"Whatever happens, if you can try to avoid it" said Prince Erlangga. She looked at Zoya quite seriously and it made Zoya a little awkward.

"Why? Is it because of jealousy?" ask Zoya

"Not really. It's just that he's too dangerous for you" replied prince Erlangga. He looked up again where the drizzle was getting thicker.

"Dangerous why prince?" ask Zoya

"Can't I explain. You just have to obey my words" replied Prince Erlangga. He got up from his seat and raised his hand forward. And rinyai drizzle is indeed increasingly felt.

"We're down?" bring prince Erlangga

Zoya sighed and also moved from the cottage, she even walked straight to the middle of the drizzle. Make his body now hit by water that droplets wet his head and body.

"The prince soon. I like to drizzle like this" Zoya said.

He stretched out his hand and raised his head up. His eyes were closed but his lips were smiling, feeling the whirling of the wind and drizzling that drenched his face. Very calm, peaceful and cool.

Prince Erlangga finally also walked towards Zoya. His eyes were fixed on Zoya's face that seemed to smile so beautifully. He liked to see this smile, it was so beautiful even though it was among the darkness like this. Zoya, the girl in the red scarf who turned out to be able to destroy her heart.

"Do you like the rain?" ask prince Erlangga

Zoya lowered her hands and turned to Prince Erlangga.

He smiled and nodded

"Like it. This kind of rain felt so soothing. Especially when enjoyed with a calm and happy heart" Zoya replied

"But rain is a symbol of longing is not" said Prince Erlangga

"Yes, but I still love the rain. Moreover, the smell of dry soil dripped by rainwater. It feels so refreshing" Zoya replied

"You are also like raining Ana" said Prince Erlangga arrived. Zoya looked at him in confusion. Making their eyes now look at each other closely.

"You come by providing coolness in the middle of the heart break. And when you leave, everything dries up without rest even feels hot and no longer the same" said Prince Erlangga.

And again Zoya was stunned to hear that expression. A simple sentence, but able to cling to his deepest heart.

Why does it sound so beautiful?