TIKZ [Moving To The Golden Age]
067 - UNTIL AN UNDETERMINED TIME

"Hamba salutes His Majesty the Empress." He sat down in front of Idaline.

"You're so loyal. Commanded to come, straight come." Idaline said cynically. But his eyeballs radiate longing for the lover.

"The wife of the servant does not want to be fought, then what remains is this homeland," replied Djahan.

The heart of Idaline pulsates. He got up and moved closer. "Stop being formal" he said softly. "Wake, Djahan. I'm still not done hearing your story about Krakatoa." Idaline holds Djahan's shoulder.

Little smiling djahan. His eyes looked at him full of desire. A moment later he closed his eyes eliminating any inappropriate thoughts.

"By pleasure."

Djahan recounts his experiences in wukir krakatau and his meeting with Papat, the last disciple of Djahan who lived on the top of the mountain alone after his grandmother who cared for him died.

The boy almost died in a forest dog who tried to take the bones of the grandmother. Little Papat did not know how to bury the corpse, which is why the body of the grandmother was left on the cot until the skeleton lived.

Their area is fairly safe because the air temperature is so cold that it does not allow animals and humans to climb to the top.

But the Javan tiger in recent years at that time flocked to the forest in Krakatau and made the animals run to save themselves up the mountain.

Blessing for small Papat visited by herbivorous animals, and of course at the same time a problem for him because predatory animals come to chase without a small Papat realize.

When the small Papat hunted the deer, the Javan tiger who had been lurking tried to tear it apart. Grandma immediately protected the little Papat and got an unhelpful wound.

Grandma could leave quietly because they had previously set random traps that neither animals nor humans would realize had just arrived at their place.

Djahan buried his grandmother's body and little Papat followed Djahan to safety. But because it has no purpose, Papat followed Djahan and became his student because of his perseverance and intelligence to learn the science of Djahan which even his teacher could not practice because at that time the power of Djahan was sealed.

"How's your life here?" tanya Djahan finished telling the story.

"Looky." Idaline threw a warm smile at Djahan.

"Yesterday"

"No need to think about it" cut Idaline. "I would also do cruel things if my partner betrayed me" he explained. He stared deeply at Djahan's brown pupils. "Djahan, please help Hayan lead this bhumi."

"Did the Emperor tell you?" The downing feels uncomfortable. It was as if he had been told to look after his wife's young husband.

"No, Djahan. Actually I'll be back soon" Idaline said. He has set his heart to go back home and learn from Dina and then start everything right.

"You're coming back..?" Somehow Djahan felt more happy Idaline was in the same world with him even with others rather than having to separate distances and time that could not be reached.

"Yes. Then there's no need to bother preparing the unnecessary." Idaline cupped Djahan's face and stroked his jaw gently.

For a while Djahan enjoyed the touch and opened his eyes and set his sights on the black bead of Idaline. "How will you come back?"

"Fu.guru is preparing it." Idaline pulled his hand. He scratched his non-itchy nape. "What the hell did I do?!" inner screaming.

"No, not that. How are you going to get back here?" Djahan gently pulled the hand of Idaline who was trying to hurt the girl's white nape.

With her left hand Idaline rubbed her nose a sign of her nervousness. "not necessarily. New possibilities." He does not want to give false hope. Let him fight first and give concrete evidence.

"Can you say goodbye before you go and come to me when you return?" Djahan said bitterly. They have little time but cannot spend time together. Should he make that opportunity? But Idaline does not want to be bothered with unnecessary things.

"Yes. I'll do it" promised Idaline nodding her head.

Djahan threw his gaze towards the window. The bright sky had turned dark. "It's late. I'll be back," he said.

Idaline nodded and sculpted when Djahan pecked his forehead. The man rubbed Idaline's hair and asked her to rest in peace, no need to take her out.

"Rest in peace! No need to take her out." Djahan stepped out with a heavy weight on his back. He rode on the chariot and looked blankly at the brightly glowing crescent moon. "Do I really have to stop?" muttered.

"Master, we've arrived" said the coachman stopping the horse-drawn carriage in the courtyard of the Mada Residence.

The eyes of Djahan down to pay attention around and right they have arrived at the Residence of Mada. "Go to the field!" he decided to follow the wife's request.

When Djahan got out of the horse carriage, all activities in the field were stopped. In unison they approached and stood in front of Djahan.

"We greet you, sir" greet the people on the ground, and hold their weapons.

"Wake up!"

"Sir, is it time to pick up the madam?" ask the impatient one.

"Yet. We will delay until the time has not been determined," replied Djahan with a tone of objection. Over and over again he breathed a rough breath hoping for a miracle that could unite them as quickly as possible.

"Did you surrender?!" angry with one of the ladies.

"Good, sir."

On the other side Hayan stared at the Idaline room which was still lit by the flames. He felt uncomfortable allowing Djahan to enter the Capuri Palace area. Before he was patient, today that patience has evaporated away. Hayan wanted to act selfish once again.

"Be careful" said the lady-in-waiting to her friend.

Hayan raised his eyebrows looking at things he had never seen. He approached and asked the two men. "What are you carrying?"

"Yes!!" shouted both.

"Be careful not to fall," said the ladyboy mempertingati his friend who holds the object.

"Who the hell?!! How dare.." The words of the lady stopped noticing the person who was shocking them.

"WE BEG MAAF!" The two ladies fell in fear. No longer do they care about things that should be held carefully. Double their mistakes.

"What's this?" Hayan caught the thing that was about to fall to the ground.

"That's a lamp stamp," said Idaline hurriedly out with a shawl draped over her back. He thought there was an intruder because the dayang yelled so loud. "For lighting," he added.

"I just saw something like this" said Hayan, noticing the object in his hand. He inhaled a fragrant aroma.

"Of course you never see, you never visit at night." Idaline went in and continued her unfinished work.

"What meda?" tanya Hayan walked in with Idaline.

"Looking at the image of the palace," Idaline replied helping Hayan put the syringe on the safe wall.

"Slow down, "Hayan's message looks at the map of the whole palace neatly arranged on the table of the Idaline living room.

"It looks like I have to move," Idaline said, noticing the large table of her living room could not fit to redraw the floor plan. The kingdom has been transformed into bhumi. Idaline understood that Hayan wanted to change the order of the palace so that the old minister and the new minister did not understand the intricacies of the palace.

"Make this house your storage room. Stay in the main house only," proposed Hayan.

Idaline agreed. "As your orders."

Deftly the ladies and gentlemen moved Idaline's personal belongings that night as well. They arranged neatly and precisely according to where Idaline put the goods. Idaline will give out ten stars if they are a service provider in an online application.

"Your eyes will be damaged if you read the nights," Idaline comments saw the number of files on the desk that are not finished, even though in the daytime Hayan did not move from his seat and continued to struggle with the documents.

"Isn't my crown like this too?" lontar Hayan did not move his eyes from the file in his hand. He was actually nervous to be in the same room with Idaline on blind nights as he is now.

Just a while ago Hayan intended to want to be once again selfish, now his brain was frozen and his body was stiff. Hayan did not know what to do next.

It was always Idaline who came to him.

"Eh? When's? Night is a time for rest!" Idaline frowned thinking hard. He was watching the map, not reading the files! "Very different looking at pictures and reading files," inner Idaline sought justification.

"Oh that time!" exclaim Idaline remembers the time before venturing with Fusena. At that time he read all the literature that felt could save him, but it turned out that everything was just a waste.

"I was a kid then. Now get some rest, I'll help." Idaline hopes Hayan won't get sick. If the Emperor was ill once, many would seek an opportunity.

Hayan put down his brush and stared warmly at Idaline. "If it's my dowry's wish." He cleared the file and headed straight for the bed.

Idaline tightly embraced Hayan's body lying next to her. He was looking for warmth on a cold night.

The bodies of Djahan and Hayan were much different. Maybe because Djahan was outside so the man's body was not too warm, inversely proportional to Hayan who was always in the room and wrapped in various kinds of cloth, Hayan's body was always warm.

Idaline blinked her eyes trying to eliminate the comparison of the two men.

"Why aren't you angry?" ask Hayan. He twisted the ends of Idaline's hair.

"Because I would do the same if I saw my partner like that. And I want to run the rest of the time quietly," answered Idaline staring at the oil lamp on the long slender little table opposite the bed.

"You're not going to give me back, are you?" mutter Idaline before falling asleep.

"Yes." Yeah."

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© Al-Fa4 | 11 October 2021