The Conqueror's Journey
chapter 19 wiwit

It's a pity that bad experiences are remembered for so long that they end up stored away.

My heart is not calm, only yesterday I felt a long happiness, now that happiness is no longer trace, like everything is erased in my memory which is only full of bad memories.

Damn child carrier, again, I have started to forget it, but it again came out in my shadow, but the power was not so great when I was.

After a few minutes I realized my life was like a season that changes every year.

It was raining yesterday now.

I looked at the pile of paper on my shelves. Even though everything was destroyed, I kept it. I still have one book that every time I want to write I write there, my book is on the sidelines of the bookshelves.

The place was very secretive so it was impossible for them to find.

I decided to take a shower.

I combed the hair that was messy because of the water while looking at my face that looked flushed in the eye bags.

Suddenly I stood up not because I wanted to, but surprised! How could my shadow blink its eyes?

I approached the mirror and made small movements and the results were normal, maybe I saw it wrong.

I decided to go to sleep.

The next day I wonder how all the destroyed books are back to normal like nothing to tear them apart.

I'm happy, but also surprised how?

I checked all the books and everything was fine.

It's strange!

I shut the door and locked it,

I went back to look through the bookshelves and the floor, there was no trace of anything there.

Was that just a dream?

But why do I feel so clear? I went back to the mirror looking at my reflection, but there was no more red.

Maybe I was dreaming.

As usual I did activities every day, until by late afternoon I rushed into the room and locked the door, the reason being that this was when they would come.

I immediately read my book at the table while accompanied by an afternoon view.

“Blak.”

I was surprised to see unconsciously the source of the voice.

“Oh, it turns out you are here.”

That guy again.

They approached me and spread their eyes across the room, how shocked they were when they saw my book that was still in good working order.

“Isn't the book torn yesterday!?” the second concubine's daughter asked.

They all nodded in favor of.

Is that not a dream?

“Iya, I still feel how happy I was yesterday.” Mumbled one of them.

The second concubine's daughter turned to look at me.

“how can you fix it?” Ask wonder.

“I didn't fix it, those books are themselves back to how they were.” My answer.

“mustahil!” he seemed to not believe the reality in front of him.

“Already, you guys take him.” Reciprocity.

‘”what will you do again!?”

“follow it.

Two people holding me can't move.

Again my tears flowed as if I knew what I was going to experience.

The second princess took the water and directly doused me from above.

I just looked down and gave up on the fate I accepted.

Better this way, yes than I see them with a smile of happiness emanating on his face!!

They laugh cheerfully, though,

Flushing me with water, making my body tremble and cold, then pushing me to the floor, then leaving it as if I were a toy that was thrown away after they finished playing. Just this time I felt something cold in your body, my throat as if something was going to be stuck making it hard to breathe,

I walked softly and changed my wet clothes, why? Wh why? That question always accompanies a time like this.

The face I saw in the mirror looked as if it was tired with all of this, Red eyes, two red cheeks, as well as a flushed nose.

I got up from sitting down, and then dropped my body on that soft bed, if they come back Let it be, if it destroys my books please, I now just want to sleep in a beautiful dream, I want to, hopefully so.

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The morning so quickly rose, I still wanted to dive into the beautiful dream world. Although I don't always get it, at least it's just a dream; it won't make me so sad.

I opened the window, the light began to seep into my eyes and room.

I sat down and put my heavy head to bed and let this table feel my skin still a little cold.

I looked out.

If only I hadn't been born here, I probably wouldn't have felt those things again.

How could they open the door so easily? The question just popped into my mind. I've locked it well, it's impossible for them to open it easily. Could they use magic? It's probable.

From a distance I saw something white, something very clearly visible in the blue sky, he was like a bird clenching its wings firmly, could it be a bird? As he approached and drew closer, the white wings were clearly visible.

My eyes cannot hold wide open. “wiwit!” It was Wiwik.

I haven't seen him in a long time, it's still the same as before. He perched on the window slowly, making my hair fly not for joy, but for the whipping of Wiwit's wings that made it so.

I looked at him with a typical friendly smile.

“how are you?” I ask who has climbed the head that feels lighter, though,

As usual he nodded or voiced to answer my question.

Immediately my hand could not bear to caress it. The white feathers felt again in the palm of my hand.

“Eh.” recalled that I sent Wiwik to send a letter, I noticed his legs that still had the letter.

I didn't care about it, but then I opened it, I was astonished, as I read the contents. “ who are you?”

That's all nothing else, I make sure it's not from my mother, but who received my letter. from what I read, said ‘you' I always heard from the newcomers, people, it was possible that he was from another country or empire region.

Maybe from the western empire or the purple. I put the letter on the table and watched it quickly, although it was short but my eyes were still healthy to see the small details. I turned the paper over and I found it! The dirt, could he be a farmer?

I put it again then looked at Wiwit who was still alighting at the window. He occasionally brought his feet closer to the side of his beak and looked back at me. “who is the person who received this letter?” my many. “Is he from the western empire ?

He shakes his head.

“from the purple empire?”

Now he's nodding. Why go that far? maybe he got lost looking for the recipient. Guilt got into my body, I'm the one who's guilty of sending him carelessly.

“maaf.” I said softly, even if Wiwit is a bird, it certainly knows taste.

He nodded.

“Go, tomorrow come again yes.” I said with a big smile.

He also took the attitude of his athletes and flew, again the wind made my hair fly. I looked at him until he was no longer visible.

My gaze was again fixed on the piece of paper on the table. I thought: should I reply to him or not?