
When she woke up, Rara stretched her body. He felt completely refreshed, as if he had slept for a few days.
For a while, he did not want to rush up and face today.
Rara heard the sound of a number of horses. There was an unpleasant smell that he could not recognize, almost like the smell of moss, but all of it did not interfere with what he was currently feeling.
Neither was his bed, which felt hard, not his soft bed.
A horse? Rara's eyes were wide open, but had to blink a few times, even after doing so, she still had doubts about what she was seeing.
Not his bed, not at all similar. It was in some kind of tent or beep. The smell of the moss came from the ground. In front of Rara there is a kettle located above a kind of furnace hole, with some wood underneath.
This is impossible, Wira would not have been possible without telling her first.
They may not like to sleep indoors, so move them out of the room at night. But, where did the man find a tent like this?
Rara flinched from her daydream when there was a sound, from the outside the youth about twelve to fourteen years old stepped inside.
“Nyi,” said the young man cheerfully as he realized Rara would stand up.
Rara did not answer the young man's greeting as expected.
Instead of her escaping, Rara just returned to her original position, and immersed herself, because she was not ready with her current state.
He's really gonna kill the hero. The young man was half-dressed, with bare feet under a long cloth that fell right on his knees, with a sword dangling from his side.
All of that explains to Rara that the Wira did not move them to the backyard, but to another century.
When Rara managed to return her anger and came out of her blanket, she found the young man still standing there.
He wanted the young man to leave, so that his embarrassment would disappear, but he remained there waiting for something that Rara could not think of.
Finally Rara saw a cloth or something, perhaps a woman's clothes, in the young man's arms. Was for her? He really hopes so.
And getting himself dressed properly might be the most important thing right now that he had in mind, but asking where the Hero was might be something he did instead first.
“Wira, do you know where he is?”
“Of course he is my master.”
Rara frowned at the answer, and asked suspiciously, “ Master in the sense of a noble?”
“iya nyai?”
Since he was making the young man confused, then to make sure he asked again, he asked,
“How can he be my master?”
“My female brother donated, handed me over to his hand,” the young man said, and his chest looked a little puffed up when adding, “I will be his bodyguard once I have trained perfectly.”
He and the hero just got here. How did all this happen? Unless that Sumbi was one of the women who had the sword.
And that means the hero could be in danger because he is in this moment.
“How long has Wira been your master?”
“It's been almost two years.”
To be continued...
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