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What happens when in the Hindu Mataram era made a giant temple with a larger size than the Borobudur temple? That is the temple that was forced to be hidden by using a spell to protect it from the party who intended to destroy it. Both parties who want to protect and those who want to destroy the temple both decide to reincarnation resolve the feud that occurred.

It is Aswara and Kuswara, two figures who are in the wrong time, place and time because of the destiny that involves them. Children born from their seed become droplets from the past.

My latest novel, hopefully the readers like it and can take lessons.

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Episode 1's

(A series of events that occur one day at a time)

A boy and his father were standing next to each other staring at a lush hill of bamboo trees. The moon rises higher and higher, until it finally reaches its peak.

“There is something scary, le,” whispered the father. The child next to him was curious along with the hair that began to stand.

“Something father?” reply the boy who was a teenager.

The father could only silently not answer, his gaze still saw the roar of bamboo trees dancing in the wind. It is too difficult for the father to tell what he saw years ago as a reality. For a long time he considered the incident he experienced as a dream, but never succeeded.

“Formerly on the same night as this just when the moon was shining brightly and perfectly round, there was a very large shadow.” the father stopped, his mouth shook. “The long view is clearly visible it is a temple. That incredible temple appeared. I think the size of the temple is much larger than Borobudur temple, maybe twice as big or even three times as big. I had time to browse the temple to get a reality how big. On the next full moon I was there again. Presumably the temple only appears on a certain full moon, not on all full moon.”

Is that just his father's wishful thinking? Or is it real?

“A father temple?”

“Iya!” replied his father, “To be exact if during the day in the bamboo grove. I have long searched and investigated all day, but I did not find anything extraordinary, just a hill that is the same as any other hill.”

The boy thought hard, he was still confused by his father's story. It's very difficult to understand.

“A invisible temple?” ask the child.

Actually, this question is a repetition of the question that the father asked himself. The father shook his head.

“I think the temple is hidden,” guam his father. “The temple really exists but is deliberately hidden behind spells that therefore no one can see the existence of the temple.

The child is getting curious.

“Why can father conclude like that?” ask son. “According to father, why should the temple be removed from sight?”

The father was silent for quite a while, in search of the most reasonable answer.

“I think because there are certain parties who somehow intend to destroy the temple. Therefore appeared another party who tried to protect the temple by way of obliterating from the eyes.”

As time went by, the old man grew older and older. Just as his nature as a human being cannot possibly compensate for the motion of time. That age had its limits which led the old man to the last breath. He died with a lump of curiosity because he never got a definite answer from his curiosity all this time.

But the curiosity does not just disappear, there is an heir, inherited, inherited and inherited again. Furthermore, about the vanished temple, it is difficult to distinguish, whether it is really real or just a bedtime story.