The Princess Of Mojopahit

Box

Zain, still staring at the ancient book volume of thread whose paper was almost invisible yellow writing.

Zain read the cover, ancient Javanese writing. If you read it, Adistya.

Seven years ago...

He was in eighth grade.

Zain helped his father clean the bookshelves. Zain's eyes were fixed on a box of very elegant carved wood.

"What is this father?" Ask Zain curious.

Dad asked for a box in Zain's hand. Slowly I opened it.

"Dad never opened it. But I got my gospel from Grandpa's dad." Answer Father.

"Take and save..." Said Father.

Zain was so excited to be given the box.

Zain had not asked much about the box. Dad left it forever.

Zain was devastated. Finally Zain searched for himself about the existence of the ancient box.

Starting with the material.

After searching from various sources and asking to and fro. Finally Zain knew the box was open from teak wood. Carved like a statue of the majapahit era, Zain knew this when visiting the museum with Ica at that time.

Even Zain could estimate the box to be from the 15th century. Zain has WOW time. When I realized there was a historical object in my house.

But the curiosity has not run out. Zain opened the ancient box.

And Zain was again amazed, the contents turned out to be books. It could be that the book is from the same age.

With great care Zain took out the book. Weight. His first impression.

Zain turned the book over with the yellow paper.

Very carefully, he opened the book. The writing is Old Java.

His heart was broken at that moment. Can't read.

But it is not Zain that he easily gives up.

"Ca, come with me? I'm going to the perpus?" Bring Zain

"You dong..." Answer Ica enthusiastically.

"Outthel's onthel ya.." Pinta Zayn.

"Neither angkot, Zain. I paid ntar..." Ica sound weld.

Ica pity the same Zain every day always piggybacking him anywhere.

"Yes already. bike entrust the parking lot aja..." Ica says.

"Kok, you know? Hayoo...." Zain LEDEK.

"Lhaa's got this gedee shooing Zain, BICYCLE CUSTODY." Deny Ica.

Zain smiled at his best friend.

He could not deny, Ica is so beautiful. Not only his face but his heart was very kind.

Ica never brags about her family. Even Ica seems very simple. Food is never picky. If Zain compares with some of the girlfriends in his class. Ica is the best.

Others just cover up the flaws here and there to be invisible. Although Ica. It's what it is.

Famous for being quiet and quiet. Until Zain asked her to talk first.

To make it very comfortable when with Ica. Ica never protested when invited to use the street onthel even eat on the side of the road even Ica never had a problem.

Now Zain is with Ica in angkot.

"Why Zain? That smile?" Tanya Ica was suspicious.

"No pa_pa." Zain replied smilingly looking at Ica. Fortunately, there were only five people in the angkot, including himself and Ica.

"Ca, if you had a boyfriend. Still want to not let me walk like this." Murmured Zain while moving beside Ica.

"Yes, I'm looking for her boyfriend who can also call you Zain. If he can't catch you, don't have to date."

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To be continue...