TIKZ 2 [Throwing Into the Golden Age]
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"Young master, why are you squatting?"

Rama moved away when approached by the guards guarding the door.

She was left in the garden with servants and maids, but she did not feel at home with strangers.

Hayan did not understand this. Because Lopi or Maya Lopika Wijaya has been accustomed to the many foreigners who came in and out of the palace since he was small.

There was no fear of the girl. In contrast to Rama who had only lived around the main house of Ekadanta and only saw the person who was it.

Strangers are scary to him. Moreover, the foreign Djahan made himself traumatized by strangers.

Rama ran towards the house. Not yet on the porch, a bodyguard approached him.

Rama was trembling with fear. He crouched down and covered his head, so as not to be hit by the blows of strangers.

"I'm Taraka Sak, I'm not clawing."

Sak reviews the smile on the adorable little boy in front of him.

Rama bit his lips looking at Sak's smile from the corner of his eyes.

A big smile that looks terrible.

"Hiks. hyix."

Rama cried and hid his face on his knees.

He was afraid that the serrated tooth would eat his thick cheek.

"Oh, my smile is scary, isn't it?"

Sak held his cheek. There's a long line there.

"This is what I get when someone attacks the border" explained Sak, holding his scar.

Rama raised his head to hear Sak's explanation. The word attack was already so inherent in his memory.

The little eye saw for itself how the main hall of Ekadanta's main residence was destroyed and his father was blown out of the building by a large attack.

That night was dark and horrible.

The loud voice is now his great enemy.

"Atit?" tanya Rama held an elongated line on Sak's cheek.

"No. Young master is very smart. My cheeks don't hurt."

Sak clenched his hands, feeling anxious to see the plain face of Rama.

Wanna pinch. And then run away.

"So atit."

Rama was sobbing given the circumstances of his mother.

The man in front of him was not sick, but his mother was sick.

There was so much blood like his father. Rama was afraid that his mother would become unconscious like his father.

Almost Sak hugged Rama to calm him down, the tiny body suddenly flew away from the ground.

Sak's hands moved quickly holding the keris on his waist. Then the hand was released, two palms cupped together, hovering above his head—gave a salute.

"What are you doing?!" hayan's anger at his men. Sharp and sharp sounds as razor sharp.

The two hands of the man held tightly to the crying Rama. His hands are rubbed, giving comfort.

"Hamba gives salam–"

"Huaaa ma.na nda?"

Rama thrust into Hayan's arms. Drown his face in Hayan's chest. Her crying voice was submerged. His body shook in shock.

"–to His Majesty."

"Let's go to your mother."

Hayan led Rama to the house where Udelia lay, the woman still unconscious.

The emperor did not care about the greetings of his subordinates who were considered disrespectful, very brave to approach Rama who was not his level.

For him, everyone should know the limits.

"May glory and majesty always be bestowed upon His Majesty."

Sak did not break his salute to his master. He continued to rest until his master and the adorable little boy disappeared behind the walls of the house.

Hayan dropped Rama off in a chair. The little man stood in a daze as Hayan's warm embrace suddenly escaped from his body.

"Mother is sleeping. Just here, right?"

Rama's round eyes looked at Hayan. Hayan's shady face hypnotized him. Rama nodded obediently.

Not long after Nung came to bring toys.

Rama who is usually not happy to be in a foreign place, suddenly played cheerfully.

Her happy voice boomed. His laughter broke whenever his imagination came to something funny.

Hayan read through a stack of reports that Huna had brought along, while occasionally monitoring Rama.

The little boy was playing with a toy that Nung brought.

Hayan felt at peace seeing her laughter. Hayan was also grateful that Rama had not experienced a soul shock.

His blood and smell were gone in that place. Udelia was sleeping on the north side, covered in wood.

Hayan and Rama were on the other side.

A few moments later came Huna entering politely. The athletic man gave a greeting of courtesy and expressed the intention of his arrival when the Maharaja did not want to be disturbed.

"Your Majesty, Mr. Mahapatih has permission to meet. He was waiting at the bale' ndamel" Huna said calmly.

Hayan stroked the head of Rama who was asleep in the chair, tired of playing. He took Udelia's son to a large amben that had been covered in mattresses, then went to meet Djahan.

Hayan passed through the big door. His eyes glanced at Nung and Duo.

The two people of different sexes understood the meaning of their master. They quickly entered the room after the master left to be taken by a carriage.

The bodies of the two froze when they saw a large white figure inside the Maharani's room. From the point of view of the two, Rama who slept behind a wooden room, their mistress also seemed to sleep on a large mattress. On the side of their mistress was a hairy creature.

"We wait here. That tiger calls His Majesty Maharani."

Nung blocks Duo who insists on entering. Nung wondered why a mythical animal that was very difficult to find suddenly appeared on the side of the new concubine.

Is it true that this ordinary-looking woman is Maharani Bhumi Maja?

Nung asked in his little heart.

Duo backtracked his steps. He stopped to come in. He and his teammates stood by watching the white tiger's movements.

A tiger appeared in the room. The female tiger, who had one son, placed her foot pads against Udelia's forehead.

"Wake up" Utih said

A pair of blue eyes stared straight at Udelia who was still closed.

"..i know you're awake."

Udelia's forehead wrinkled. The sound of Utih's whisper was not heard through his two ears. Utih's voice just slipped into Udelia's head.

Udelia's eyes were open. He did not dare to look at the side of his bed. His body was stiff because he felt hairy legs hanging on his forehead.

Afraid that if he moved a little, maybe his face would disappear because of the hairy hands.

"I'm crazy to hear the words in my head" Udelia muttered staring at the ceiling.

Udelia stole a glance from the end of her eyes. The owner of the cushioned leg turned out to be a tiger who years ago helped him get rid of the annoying Ijen.

Udelia held her head. He groans in pain.

"Ugh.." lamented Udelia felt a great pain in her head.

The various shadows filled his head.

The shadow is not clear, but one thing is certain. There was this white tiger accompanying the day a lot.

"You're a smart man. Three years of living here can't possibly not know anything while everything's covered."

Just shut up to see her employer in pain. That's the price to pay if you want to remember things that have been locked tightly with a complicated report.

Utih himself did nothing. He was just about to heal Udelia's banged forehead.

It was very complicated to have to restore the memory of his master. One step, the employer will not only lose his memory, but his life will also be lost.

"So, you're my contract animal?" udelia asked, holding her head.

Regarding the contract animals, Udelia knew a little from her teacher and the book that Candra allowed to read.

"Yes. I'm Utih."

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