TIKZ 2 [Throwing Into the Golden Age]
S3 - 032

TIKZ 3 [Meeting to You]

032 - WHAT HAPPENED?

"Ayahanda, please let the healer check on you! Look at the heat and cold on your body! Until it burns and freezes around!"

Maya Lopika Wijaya, the Crown Princess and only child of Maharani and Maharaja Bhumi Maja, sits on a frozen floor.

Above the bed, the Maharaja, Nirankara Hayan Wijaya smiled weakly without being able to discuss the words of his daughter.

He just shakes. Untreatable.

"Iamazand..."

"Master... Princess. su.. was big... Su.dah sepu... You can't be weak..."

Maya patiently waited for her father who spoke in stern words.

Tears were flowing down his face.

Since three months earlier, Maharaja Bhumi Maja had been lying weakly on the bed after completing a nine-day ascension on Sela Wukir.

His right body gave off a burning heat and his left body let out a freezing cold.

During the first days, the ladies who had no strength immediately fell down and died.

Many people thought there was a smuggled source of poison. Until finally came the Great Sage and preached about the pain of the Emperor due to mispronouncing the mantra.

There was nothing else to do but try to treat the Maharaja while taking over the entire job.

Maya's tears intensified as she felt her father's hand become weak and suddenly fall without strength.

Ekata Ekadanta, the Great Hermit who has not even turned a hundred years old, holds the hand of the Maharaja who has been soaked by fire and water.

He shook weakly. Maya's screams take off.

His father was the strongest!

Have more than one calling animal, which even the Great Sage does not have.

Why did the Emperor die at such a young age!? Fifty-six years!

Maya did not expect.

He was still trying to shake his father's body.

Crying with hysterics.

Everyone is sad too. Tears wet their cheeks.

Ekata still let the princess cry on the side of her father's body.

Unsatisfied Maya cries, Ekata sniffs the irregularity.

Without excuse, Ekata pulls Maya's arm. Escape from the drug house.

Hundreds of meters away.

A thumping sound immediately sounded. Everything was so bad that it almost hit them.

Bodies were lying on the side of the bed.

The Emperor's body was intact without injury.

But suddenly it slowly turned transparent.

Lost without a trace.

Disappeared in the air.

"Yahandaa...!!!"

Maya screamed with grief.

His only remaining role model, missing from his world.

She's alone.

Meanwhile, on a much different side of the world. The busyness of his people filled the streets.

Small vehicles to large vehicles, even people who pass by on foot, meet the road dominated by black and white.

Some laughed, some got tired faces. They almost all held a white object. As well as in the other hand holding a flattened object that displays moving images.

A transparent ring opened up on an empty road, revealing a body in sparse clothing in the middle of a sea of humans.

He was the Maharaja of Bhumi Maja.

Stand up straight in the middle of the road.

Slowly his eyes moved, until the glare of the sun pierced his senses.

He was wide-eyed, when a few meters from him, a large object was seen walking quickly towards him.

Haven't had the chance to hit him, his body suddenly staggered to the ground.

"Trucks in Indonesia can not bring to isekai loh!"

The voice he missed sounded very clear.

That's vivid.

Never for a second did he forget to be melodious and paddle him that voice.

Always longing and longing in every breath.

His Majesty's. Which was always housed in his heart, although dozens of concubines occupied his palace.

The maharani he loves. The Empress who always filled her head cavity.

His unblinking eyes, stared in disbelief at the person beside him.

"You all right?" ask the truck driver who came down to check on the situation.

Although he was not mistaken, as a form of humanity, he went down and checked the person who was almost hit by his truck.

The road is very long. No netizen would swear at him and gang up on him.

"I'm fine, sir."

"Your arm is wound on the face" said the driver, worried to see the skin peel off at the elbow of the girl who was waking up from the fall.

"It's a problem like this, sir. Please check this young man. It looks like he's in shock!"

The hand that was embedded with a beautiful ring on her ring finger, hit the soft of her skirt that had stuck to the ground.

Dropping dust flying so that the skirt back clean as before.

Just this time she was wearing a skirt, it had already fallen to the ground in an inelegant manner.

He should only be wearing pants!

Easy to use for walking and moving.

Luckily no one else was there.

The man he helped was in shock and the sudden braking eyes of the truck driver could not reach the inside of his skirt when he fell.

"Oh yes, you!!! Suddenly in front of the car."

The driver of the truck let out his breath violently. Hate the attitude of looking for a solution with a shortcut.

He doesn't hate people, just his attitude.

Hope it will no longer be shallow minded like this!

"Don't ruin your life, son. Look at your healthy body and your handsome face. The world needs a face. Money will flow as soon as you show the netizens face."

"Well, you update once" praised the woman Hayan missed.

"I happened to bring stage tools on the TV station." The driver said proudly.

"Then I say goodbye. Excuse me!"

The man who fell on the ground wearing a jar with beautiful intricate carvings covered his legs, complete with airbandha, uncal, nupura, sampet, kampuh, sinjang, and sasampur.

On his stomach attached katibandha, also other decorations that are no less beautiful perched on his head and arms.

The man remained seated, not taking his eyes off the woman. Keep looking at him without blinking.

For a second Hayan had not blinked since coming to a new world.

The world of the woman he so misses.

Sumping with wijayakusuma flower carvings on the man's ear disturbs the mind of the woman who keeps her way forward.

His mind drifted far away, trying to pry at old memories.

Old memories for a long time..

But, he didn't find it.

Just a feeling very familiar with that sumping.

"Wait, Brother!"

The driver chased the woman who was already a little away from them.

"Thank you for saving this kid's life. Otherwise, something will happen. It's for medicine!" The driver slipped some red paper.

"No, Sir! It's really no problem, just compress it with warm water."

The woman refused subtly. Return the rupiah to the driver's hand and push slowly.

He who was about to leave was greatly shocked when his feet were held tightly.

Hugged very tightly.

"Ja.ngan leave me."

"Youtdoor!"

Another voice echoed in those quiet streets.

Udelia looked up at the source of the voice calling out her name.

He was almost lulled by the handsome face that was squeezing under his feet.

He slowly took off the hand that was coiled on his feet.

Rise with that exaggerated action.

"Sorry, my future husband has arrived."

"I think you're still in school" chirped the driver who approached.

"Haha no sir. I've been twenty-three years."

"Young bet. Not seen."

Udelia smiled awkwardly. Not feeling that young.

"Please let go of your hand!" udelia said firmly as the man below her continued to whine like a child.

She turned down without taking her hand.

Like a child, but has the power of an adult.

"Son, I'm the one in charge. Not this girl!"

The truck driver lowered his head to help Hayan to stand up.

Udelia took off her legs in a single jolt and ran towards the man who was waiting for her.

"My dear, what happened?"

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