HOLY LOVE QUEEN OF THE OCEAN

RIMBA

The shifting of the Earth's plates causes earthquakes. Although not severe, there is little damage in some places. It is unlikely that the removal of the valley wide enough does not result in damage, although a little will definitely leave a mark.

Candani does not know the origin of her teacher. I don't know where he came from, or where his hometown is. All grey. There's no explanation. It is customary not to ask a lot of things to Guru Jagratara, so there are those who ask what and why, the answer becomes why. His teacher seemed to be from a land in the middle of nowhere.

This is where he and his team are now. Tree. Old trees. An old forest that never touched human hands.

"How many years has this forest been untouched?" The heart of Candani Paramita.

A hand clasped his waist. Now Candani is getting used to her husband. Hugs, warm touches, even a given head stroke presents a different flavor content. And this is where the hand is, tightly coiled around the side of his right waist.

The small group walked slowly combing the forest. It was late but it felt dusk. The tight interweaving of trees makes it difficult for sunlight to penetrate this forest.

Even the roots propagate in large sizes. Intertwined between the roots of one tree with another tree. "What is Master Jagratara hiding here," thought Candani curiously.

"Kang Mbok?" Sapa Baluh Jingga breaks the silence.

"Yes" replied Candani Paramita.

"Wouldn't there be an attack like the early hours of last night?"

"There shouldn't be. Because what the assailants are looking for is something that's part of the Chedana valley." Candani breaks her words. "But it would be nice, if just in case," he continued.

"Kang Mbok Candani, the trees here are a bit strange?" Nimas Ayu Palupi spoke.

"I mean Nimas?"

"These trees are like they have a soul of their own. They're alive. I don't mean growing trees in general. Having a soul like a human," Nimas Ayu seemed to think trying to find a suitable parable, but eventually he fell silent.

"Rear of the Latitude of the Ocean, what does he think?" ask Candani.

The ocean trying to think. "I think what Nimas Ayu said has a point. This tree, especially this forest, has its own spirit, has a soul. But the soul is what it is and how, I don't know." Reply to the Ocean Latitude while shrugging both shoulders.

The voice of the anj**g of the forest barking filled the jungle. An orange paddle held tightly to her husband's arm.

"There is nothing" Apsara told Baluh Jingga. He hugged his wife's shoulder tightly.

"The forest speaks. The forest calls to me. What secrets are kept in this forest?" Candani closed her eyes. Trying to sense a call of unknown origin.

All speechless. Nature is in power. Slender. The wind whirring the leaves makes a noise.

"This, what exactly is this place." Nimas Ayu said with horror. He inched closer to the Ocean Latitude and Candani Paramita.

"Come rest first." Pinta Lintang Samudera in a quiet atmosphere.

There's no answer. Without being given a cue each looking for a place to rest.

Nimas Ayu chose to sit on the roots of a fairly large tree, its shape transverse from below, even this root transverse to the body of the tree.

The orange baluh is hungry. His feet were set into a row of groves of fruit trees followed by Apsara.

"Baluh do not carelessly pluck everything in this forest. If you want to pick fruit or anything, excuse yourself with this forest ranger." Ocean latitude reminds.

The guts stopped his steps. Seen around. Spooky. She looked at her husband as a form of plea. His belly was his belly. Worrying.

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Late afternoon. The trees look like night giants. Slowly swaying in the wind. It causes a noise.

The moonlight and stars were unable to penetrate the exact ranks of the old giant trees. This forest has its own world. Not affected by the other world.

"Rear Lintang not-don't here the inhabitants are all giants." Grieved fear of Nimas Ayu.

Shuddering Nimas Ayu looked around their resting place. Even the roots of the tree on which he was leaning were breathing. Not breathing because of the sound of the wind, but actually breathing, pulling air and then ejected again.

"Most daydreaming, thought to be now the age of puppetry," the Ocean Latitude told Nimas Ayu.

"Who knows this forest where the children of Prabu Ravana hide. Look at the trees, tall and big." Nimas Ayu took a breath for a moment. "Even the roots of the tree where I rest move and breathe" continued Nimas Ayu.

Nimas Ayu Palupi's talk just passed, without anyone noticing. The night went very slowly like a snail that shifted very slightly.

Although this small group is not among the timid people, but believe me, watching the giant tree dance accompanied by a heart-wrenching howl sound, makes the feathers stand up. Especially the steps of other animals. Hear that. Sreeek..sreekk.kk. No matter how big the animal is, the friction of his body with the ground to cause a loud noise.

And that's listen, the sound of the army of rats crashing into the darkness of the night. A loud voice filled the jungle.