Sir, Don't You Sick Me!

Momentary Awareness

"Mr Mahawira?" my tukas.

"You always know me more than anyone" he replied, releasing the hand that had covered both of my eyes.

"You're like a child." I nodded after turning around.

"Yes, we'd better go back to childhood. Because there's so much I can do with you."

"Why go back to childhood? Wouldn't it be better to go through these days and do things like we did?"

"Good idea!"

So straightforward, Mr. Mahawira took my hand, and took me around some corner of the country.

"You want flowers? I'll buy it for you."

Without waiting for my approval, the man went straight to the florist who some time offered me the flowers.

"Hey, Old Man. I bought the most beautiful flower in your shop" said Mr. Mahawira, smiling.

How strange. The man did not show a sad look after returning from the palace at all. Has her marriage to the arrogant princess been officially annulled? Or maybe something else. I don't know.

"Cornelia! Come here!" Mr. Mahawira shouted a little. I immediately stepped into the store.

"It's a perfect fit for you, Cornelia." The man gave me a blue flower that I certainly didn't know his name.

"What flower is this, sir?"

Mr. Mahawira thought as a child.

"Oh, that's the Anemone Flower. It's as beautiful as you are, Princess," said the old florist.

I scrunched my forehead immediately.

Not wrong? He called me princess? Did he intentionally make me laugh? You old man!

"Don't be surprised, Cornelia. You are a very beautiful princess. Right, right, Old Man?"

The middle-aged man looked at me full of probes. "No doubt about it."

Not long after, Mr. Mahawira squirted a pink flower in my ear. After doing so, the man looked me in the eye. He looked at me so deeply that it made me so nervous. Contants alone I sidestep the view with a blushed face of shame.

"You're so pretty. Now I believe you're the real princess."

"Don't talk like that!" I said straightforward.

"Why?"

"Just don't talk like that anymore." I turned my body to hide the face that seemed to have turned red.

"Hey, Young Man. Looks like your girlfriend's embarrassed because you're praising her too much." Old man chimed.

"Oh, that? But, I really like his timid behavior, Old Man."

Did they not realize the person they were talking about was here? Fuck, Mahawira rancid bitch! Just watch out for you!

I stepped out of the store.

"Cornelia, where are you going?!" Mr. Mahawira chased and pulled my arm hard enough that I could not stand it. So I fell into his arms. My head is lying weakly on the chest of the field of the man.

Yeah, God. I'm sure all this is just a dream. Didn't Mr Mahawira ever say, if I miss him, I just need to imagine him, then he will come through a dream? I am now in dreamland.

"Why are you quiet?" ask the man. I am still in his arms.

"I ... Are we in a dream, sir?" tanyaku.

"Just boy. It's the real world, Cornelia."

"What?!" Soon I'm away from the guy. My tongue suddenly. I thought it was all a dream, but it was true. I realized it after pinching my own cheek.

"Come, we'll go somewhere else."

I nodded my head, then Mr. Mahawira again grabbed my hand and took her by the hand while walking. How romantic my lord is.

In these moments of happiness that occur within me, I think that Mr. Mahawira will one day betray the love that he affirms to me. What if it happens? Then, I will suffer the same fate as my mother.

"What are you thinking?"

"Nothing, Sir."

"Have it, don't think too much. If you think too much, you won't have time to be happy. Just enjoy it all, let it flow like a river. The choice is in our own hands." Mr. Mahawira stopped his steps.

"Now, I want to ask you. Do you want to walk with the flow? Or vice versa?"

"What is the difference between the two choices?"

"If you walk with the flow, you'll be headed for an estuary. However, the estuary was not absolutely a beautiful one. It could be something bad. If you walk against the current, there's also no guarantee you'll find anything beautiful.

All so relative, Cornelia. You have to understand how the world works. Make your choice."

"Must now?"

"Must!"

"Hmm ... What, huh? I'm so confused, sir."

"I'm just afraid the dark story experienced by Mother will happen again to me—"

"Oh, are you afraid I'm betraying you? Stupidhead! How long have you known me?" cut the man while raising his eyebrows.

"However, yes. Decades, I can't count them."

"Didn't those decades prove that we were meant to be together?"

"But, Mister. I'm, right, not exactly a king's daughter. Especially when hearing the story of Ibu—"

"Stupid! Even though you have been banished from the palace, you are still a princess. Right, guys? My guess was right all along, Cornelia. I'm not sure girl se... can .. tick you're not a king's daughter."

"What did Mister say? I didn't hear it too much. Your last words just now."

"Don't trick me into repeating my words." Mr. Mahawira took a deep breath. "alright. A girl as beautiful as you!" the re-emphasis.

I also developed a smile. It seems that I am so crazy with the word praise coming out of the mouth of that handsome master. But it's okay. Fortunately, he is Mr. Mahawira.

"alright. Then let's continue the journey."

I nodded and walked beside Mr. Mahawira.

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"Mother! I'm home!" I shouted from a distance.

Entering the small house made of bamboo, my mother could not find it. Bizarrely.

"You why?" ask Mr. Mahawira.

"Squeaky. Where did Mom go, yes," I answered while thinking.

"Maybe there's a need?"

"Cannot be. Mom said she never got out of this yard. Even for food alone, I always pick fruits from some of the trees around here."

"I'll check it out." Mr. Mahawira went into the house. I followed him in the back.

Next to the bamboo bed, Mr. Mahawira found a sword. "Do you know who this belongs to?" He showed me that sharp object.

I nodded my head slowly.

"Then, someone entered this house before we came. I sure have seen a straight sword with these two eyes. If it's not wrong this belongs to the royal guards of the Wind Country."

"Kingdom? But ... which kingdom? Aren't there many kingdoms here?"

"You're right." Mr. Mahawira's forehead frowned, as if he realized something. "A minute, a minute. Before I came, it seemed like you were meeting someone. Who's the one who met you?"

"Eitherway. But, all I know is that the man went into the giant door to the west of the city. And his clothes are like those of royal importance."

"It's confirmed!"

"Ascertained?"

"really. Your mother must have been kidnapped by people from that kingdom."

"abducted? Why would they kidnap Mom? What do they want?"

"Of course, Cornelia. Know it? The royal person you're referring to is the Kingdom of Batalia."

My eyes immediately widened to hear Mr. Mahawira's explanation.

"Yes, right. The kingdom belongs to your father. And I'm sure the one who met you was your father, King Abirama." The gaze of Mr. Mahawira sharpens. I'm unmoving.

Everything is pretty clear. What the man meant by "keep yourself" was a warning to me and Mom.

"Can't be allowed! We have to go to the Kingdom of Batalia!"

Mr. Mahawira stepped out and pulled my hand.

A few meters away from the house, Mr. Mahawira suddenly shrieked in pain. I saw an arrow stuck in his shoulder.

"Master?! The master?! You okay?!" ask me to panic while holding my master's body that almost collapsed.

Meanwhile, Mr. Mahawira pulled out the arrow so that blood flowed from the scar.

"Who's shooting?!" I was confused while researching around.

"Who's shooting?!" I shouted then as I stepped a few meters from where Mr. Mahawira was standing and held back the bleeding of his wound.

"AWAS!"

An arrow I saw shot before my eyes, making me gasp and flinch without being able to dodge. However, a lump of body was blocking it as if it was a shield for me.

Mr. Mahawira.

Again an arrow stuck in his right shoulder. He collapsed helplessly.

"SIR!" Soon I reach the body of Mr. Mahawira who is so lunglai.

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