The Bloom At Royal Harem's

1. Soul Transfers

The roar and dark smoke of the exhaust of typical urban vehicles adorn the streets that look crowded today. Not to mention the scorching light of the sun that shines on it, making anyone who is there want to immediately return home, enjoy the coldness of the room produced from air conditioning.

But that is not the case for Nachira Dyo Almeeira who is currently busy standing among a crowd of people who are screaming hysterically because they see a man cleaning the sweat on his face up to the neck.

Nachira was not without reason standing there, nor was he like the crowd. He is a novel writer who is also a newly entrusted playwright to write a drama series about the kingdom. Because of that he was there, enjoying the hot sun that seemed to burn his pale white skin. If it wasn't for that paper roll in his hand, he would probably be taking a nap with AC and classical music that would have shaken his soul. Be her will remain beautiful enchanting, unlike now who is dirty and a little dim because exposed to dust and vehicle smoke. He also did not need to jostle with the crowd of thick-dressed women whose cries greatly disturbed his sense of hearing.

“OMG, Felix is very handsome” said one of the women from behind the crowd. The woman with her legs and slender waist also carried a large banner in her hands.

“FELIX, I LOVE YOU”

“Felix, look here dong!”

“Crazy, I'm on notice” yelled the other one as the man looked at the crowd.

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The Nachira POV

A man with a handsome face and a firm jaw, a sharp nose, narrow eyes, and lips that are quite charming for a man. He is Leonardo Felix, an up-and-coming actor and singer. It was reported that the man was close to an actress with the initials “W”. The man is also said to routinely make donations to orphanages and remote areas, an act that is considered very noble.

I let out a rough breath, seeing how excited the women around me were. As a woman, I honestly feel ashamed. How not? They shouted excitedly because they were seen by the man named Felix who was not even a little smiling, just a flat face that was quite beautiful. I also have idols, but I've never been like them. I admired him quite a bit from afar, looking at him with a smile, because the distance between me and the idol was too far away. I'm here, he's in the next country.

“Kak Nachira?” call one of the film crews to the center of the crowd.

I can see the crowd of women who are frenzied confessing if they are the owners of the name Nachira which of course is not that easy to be trusted by the crew. I feel a little proud. Of course because I feel special because I was called specifically to meet their idol, Felix.

“I..

“I..

“I..

“Ih what the hell? I am the real

“I brother, it's me I'm Nachira

Dih, I-I do it all. Don't dream, wake up and it's noon!, I'm in my heart.

I slowly advanced, splitting the crowd into the yellow hat crew that had called out to me.

“I Nachira” said while showing the nametag that was given by the producer before here. “does it work?” my continue.

“Iya, sis. let's come with me, it happens that Felix is resting” he said while opening a chain of barriers that limit the movement of the crowd, then lead the way to meet Felix who was sitting relaxed while reading a magazine and a drink in his right hand.

I had not been able to stand right in front of Felix, his heavy and haughty voice had already been heard along with the descent of the magazine that had been read to cover his entire face.

“You're the one?” tanyakanya.

I took a slow breath, the air here seemed to be hotter even though the oxygen supply alone felt quite thin. “Iya. Introduce my name Nach..”

“Oke, directly the point” said cold, the look of his face is now more serious while maintaining his flat face.

Anjir, this is a very impatient person. Which is what the actor who is famous for his polite, friendly, and generous smile. Heleh, Just the front-camera effect!, scolding me while maintaining the position of smiling lips.

“So?” asked Felix, who was now propping up his chin, looking seriously at me and the script I was holding.

I immediately gave the script of the drama I had made. I could see his face cringing once in a while and then coming back flat. He also had a smile, a thin smile barely visible before returning to being a serious face that still looked handsome.

“Ah, yes sorry. So the emperor named Felixious it.bla blah blah.” obviously I explained the contents of the story I had made during those three days.

Felix's face had changed, along with the pen that had been in his hand that he had somehow picked up since when because I hadn't seen it. What I've made clear is that soon there will be a war of words between me and the famous actor Felix.

“Then, how could Felix remarry with another woman, while at the beginning of his marriage with Nachella already explained if the woman did not want if Felix married or have a concubine? And is not marriage also a political marriage proposed by his father was the emperor so that Felix would have the support of many parties, especially the Courlage family? As for Katterina, the woman is just the child of a minister in the Kingdom of Coulage whose influence is certainly not big enough” asked Felix at length.

I took a deep breath before slowly exhaling.

“Yes, it is true that Felix married Nachella because of politics, but it also happened because Felix had far in love with Nachella who was also supported by the emperor and the imperial ministers. As for Felix's marriage to Katterina occurred because of the ministers who were bribed by Katterina's father. But who would have thought, if the appointment of Katterina as a concubine also affects the heart of Felix who finally also liked the woman” I explained at length.

“Why did Felix fall in love with that woman? While on the other hand he also knew if the woman was the cause of his sister died. What's with this story? This story doesn't make sense. Even the grooves alone were quite difficult to digest. What about the story of the female actor who died after 10 months of marriage with Felix, especially the woman was killed by her best friend who was only a concubine. So who is the main female character here? Nachella or Katterina?” the question is more demanding.

“Nachel.”

I had not yet finished my words, the man first got up from his sitting position and then stood straight which I also immediately followed. His gaze was straight, with a sharp and piercing gaze that was directed at me.

“Do you think a script like this will make the audience interested? Get that script! Don't expect me to be a player, even as a figure player I don't want to be, if the script has not been changed” circus guy who then waltzed away leaving me along with the arrival of the crew in yellow hat earlier.

“Sorry Brother Nachira, but Felix has to return to filming. Come back now and follow his request. The spirit! I'm sorry” he said while smiling widely as if cheering my day that has fallen apart.

Irritated, I left the place along with a paper roll containing the script I had given Felix. The paper is now full of hand graffiti Felix increasingly filled every sheet that had previously been filled with computer writing.

The Nachira END POV

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POV Author

Nachira returned to his house, then walked straight until he reached the door in front of a dark brown color that was quite high and still tightly closed. His hand moved open the door knob before closing it back a little rough. His eyes stared at the mattress that was getting cold proof of how messy the sleeping hours in his possession.

“This is all because of Leonardo Felix! Because of him, I have trouble sleeping. Sleeping early in the morning waking up. Yes, Lord I am a tyrant!” gerutu Nachira while schematizing the drama script that is still in the sword until it becomes irregular blisters.

Nachira approached her desk with a stack of novels that had been published several times, a tree-shaped lamp, and a laptop that was still connected to the charger cable. His hand pulled the chair, sat his butt there and pulled the laptop more and more with it, turning it on until a blue screen began to appear from there.

His hands slowly he moved as a form of stretching joints, before starting his combat with his beloved laptop that might make him forget time. The palm of his hand he bent up and down, followed by a movement of twisting both arms to the right, left, front and back. Not until there, his neck also he moved to the right and left until a fairly loud sound was heard.

When he finished, his eyes stared focused at the laptop screen. His fingers have now surfed, open Libraries looking for a soft file script drama titled “The Secret Of Romance And The Darkness”, then open it along with the emergence of thousands of words that are ready to welcome his arrival for the umpteenth time.

The AUTHOR END POV

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The Nachira POV

“Okey, Nachira. Revised 10th. SPIRIT!” I said to entertain myself.

If you ask me where my first revision went to nine, then I will proudly answer if all the manuscripts have been fused together with other piles of paper that are increasingly filling my room. Although in my room there is a trash can, but the trash can is not influential enough you can see with the many piles of paper scattered. There were only two people who caused it, besides myself. That's Felix and Mr. Bald, the director who always asked me to revise again, and again. Sometimes I get sick from seeing a lot of writing on my laptop.

It feels like I have wasted my youth by struggling in this profession. Expect further if this profession can add to the coffers of money that is greater than publishing a novel. I even had to live in an apartment because my original home was very far from the city center. Parting with both my parents who are in the village, it is difficult to interact with others such as neighbors let alone a girlfriend who of course I really hope. I don't expect to be like Kayla, my best friend who's about to get engaged. I just wish I had a boyfriend, even more so my age is actually enough to get married, but back again, which candidate?

As I thought from the beginning holding a laptop. Without knowing it, the day had changed. That night the sky shone quite brightly, the cold air that slid in from the window of the wide-open balcony felt like it was hitting my pale white skin.

Tired of continuing to struggle with the laptop for too long, I also stepped towards the balcony. Staring at the night sky decorated with crescent moonlight and thousands of stars that seemed to float but could not reach. My eyes closed, enjoying the breeze that hit my body, flying part of my hair in the wind. My eyes opened again, then looked down at my apartment on the 10th floor. I can see, the light from the street lights along with passing vehicles that look more crowded than usual.

I reached into my pocket, picked up the phone I had put in before walking towards the balcony. My hands are fiddling with that flat object, intending to find out what happened with today? What have I missed or not realized?

How shocked I was to see, the day I had been waiting for this week was clearly displayed on the mobile screen. Saturday, the most romantic day of the week where I think there are many angels scattered to share love, there is no devil bullies because all the demons are ngedate with their partners. For me, Saturday is a single day. Where on that night usually I will be sad even though I myself am confused because sad to feel what.

“Ah, it's night last week. Okay we rest and refresh the brain first”, I said with a smile.

I went back to fiddling with my phone, until I heard beautiful music soothing my brain that had been booming since noon. Long enough for me to enjoy every piece of music that kept going and changing with time, until my eyes accidentally looked at the round flat object hanging neatly on the wall, making my eyes glare in disbelief. How not, it's only been a few minutes he played music and now it seems to have shown at half-five in the morning which means soon the sun will rise and even I haven't had time to sleep.

I went back into the room, closed the window and sat back in front of the laptop. My hand moved again agilely as if it was dancing him over the keyboard. Every now and then I knock my head, thinking about that storyline I'm updating. Until after it felt enough, I scrolled it back from above to reread.

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Nachella lowered her head, looking at the blood that started to seep out from behind the clothes she was wearing. His eyes stared at the figure of the woman in front of him, his hand holding a sword as his pedestal to remain seated upright, although the pain continued to attack him.

“Katterina, why? What's my fault?” ask him while enduring the pain in the abdomen that is increasingly spread throughout his body.

There was a thunderous laughter in his ears, he grimaced as a long, flat and sharp object came back to his stomach causing more and more blood to come out.

“Why? You said why? Stupidhead! You think I'm gonna let you be the empress of a handsome man as rich as Felix just like that? Of course not! You only have a beautiful face, a naive face, and a good reputation. But one thing that makes me unworthy of the honorable title of woman, YOU FOOL! Hahaha, yes you are stupid!” the woman who had stabbed him with the sword, Katterina.

“so all this time you just ber... pretend good?” nachella did not believe it. He is now spewing out a thick red cariran.

“ya, of course. Only a foolish woman like I so easily fooled. How does it feel to be stabbed by your best friend, this? It must hurt” Katterina said as she raised the height of her sword that had been covered in blood.

Katterina smiled again, more impressed grin. His sword returned he pointed to Nachella's stomach which had been wet from the blood that kept coming out.

“GOODBYE!” he said along with the sword that hit Nachella's body again, until she fell down unable to support her body anymore.

In the rest of his consciousness, his eyes circled, looking for the figure of the man he loved, who also looked towards him. Not flinching, staying in the same place as if the man had never known her let alone loved her. A clear liquid came out from his eye patch, before finally the blue netra as calm as the ocean was perfectly covered with a sword still stuck in his stomach.

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“AGH! Enough already!” I shouted as I read a little bit of the script that was almost so.

My body was goosebumps, imagining how much pain it felt when that long, sharp object pierced my stomach. Not to mention I imagine, how painful it is to be Nachella betrayed by her own best friend even the man she loved at the end of her life did not care about her either.

“Lagian Nachella is also a little stupid in my opinion. Why didn't he learn magic? Though if he can magic, surely the bren**k Katterina is easy to lose” rutukku da the results of my own work.

Suddenly my head ached after reading and cursing the story. My hands also feel stiff, but I still have to revise the ending of the story that is still 3-4 pages. But what can I do, maybe my hands are a little cramp, but then my chest feels tight followed by the difficulty of me to breathe. Like I was drowning like 3 years ago.

“To.. Please..” my door before everything goes dark along with my loss of consciousness.

Nachella END POV's

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Elsewhere, in the corner of the palace. Attack the man with the typical clothes of European knights appear to run away from a room to another place.

“Your Majesty!” he said without greeting.

The man's heart felt like it was coming off, when he saw the man in his golden-colored great clothes who was originally sitting leisurely in the garden looking at him with a sharp gaze. Feeling the gripping air, his head fell back, with hands squeezing each other's own palms.

“What's up?” ask the man firmly.

“Please, Your Majesty. Forgive my impoliteness” said the man while sitting on the ground only in soft reply from the man he called ‘Yang Mulia' it.

“Your Majesty, I found Princess Nachella fell into Lake Pesona” said the man with a trembling tone.

“APA?” jolt the man who immediately stood up from his sitting position.

Quickly, his feet left the place along with the dark aura he left behind. His cold face now felt even more terrifying, even a killing aura could be felt by anyone who passed by him. His mind was completely unremarkable, his heart was worriedly mixed in panic at the thought of the state of his only daughter.

BRACKET!

“MINGGIR YOU!” the man's order, which of course was directly supported by the guards and some people in the uniform of the maid who had been standing in the big doorway, they immediately retreated while continuing to bow their heads in fear.

“Who?” said the girl.

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