
Rara turned to face Wira. The hero is not as close as he thinks. And the hero is bowing his hand, asking for the sword.
Succeeds. Rara did. In reality, Rara automatically extended the sword towards Wira. He was so anxious, he barely saw the change of the sword, as the fingers of the Wira grasped the handle of the sword.
Rara thought she had just imagined, the blackish iron slowly turned into a fiery silver color, and the stone embedded in the middle of the sword that was not covered by the fingers of Wira no longer looked gloomy, and the stone embedded in the middle of the sword that was not covered by the fingers of Wira no longer looked gloomy, the stone seemed to glow from the light of the lamp from above.
Rara thought she must have imagined all this, the result of the effects of the light, her own anxiety at thinking about the sword, and the man would soon disappear from her life.
But then he felt he still had hope. What if he closes his eyes?
Maybe when he opens his eyes again he will be in a different century.
Perhaps somehow with full of miracles, what the Hero said was true.
Rara closed her eyes now, giving the Wira a chance to prove.
Of course nothing happened. He could still hear the sound of the clock ticking in his room, still able to smell the scent of the fragrance that was hanging above his room.
“We can't go”, Wira said. “Not until I hear the approval from your mouth, that you will go wherever I go.... Because that's what you want.”
Rara's eyes opened immediately. They were still in his room.well, of course they were still in the room, Wira had just said that they could not leave yet.
And Wira was still standing there, clutching the sword tightly, and looking annoyed. Is it because he is silent? Can't the hero really leave without his cooperation?
His anxiety was lessened a little due to that thought. He even considered asking his sword back in order to ease the rest of his anxiety.
But he did not want to see the disappointment on the face of Wira anymore, or at the very least, he did not want to be the cause of that disappointment.
And when his common sense returned to work, he reminded himself that he also did not want to be disappointed.
Rara chooses to believe that the Hero is absolutely certain that time travel is possible.
Rara felt a bit hesitant to give her approval, as she did not really want to see the Wira disappointed again. But he he did not know for sure what would happen unless he acted.
Rara will say what Wira wants to hear, but first, for the sake of peace of mind, she says, “Only so that there is no misunderstanding here. I'm just lending you my sword, Wira.
I want it to be clear that we both have. And you'll return my sword if I ask.. right, right?”.
The reply of the Hero is quite a long time coming out, and also not a verbal answer. All Rara got was a slow nod. Obviously, the hero refuses to do so. But there was one more point he wanted to confirm.
“And I want you to promise that you will return us if I tell you.”
The answer this time sounds more relaxed but not long. “alah.”
“yahh, continued Rara, even giving a little smile to Wira because of that answer.
“You get my approval to go wherever you want, and I do it willingly.”
The hero suddenly commented a smile, a smile that was so beautiful with an aura of happiness implied in it.
And Rara didn't have to close her eyes anymore. All of a sudden all that was before them was darkness, and the sensation of floating in the air.
But a while later, much was heard, the sound of iron clashing against each other, the horse squealing, and it seemed as if dozens of people were even more warriors killing each other.
To be continued...
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