The World's Different Lover

I Want to Follow Him

 “How is it, Mom? Princess can't sleep this late.”

“Yes too, yes, Yu,” says Julia justifies. Out of curiosity, Julia finally couldn't help but ask, “What did you dream of?”

“Dreams Princess go,” replied Bayu.

“Mom thought it was just a dream,” Julia said later. “Times yes lost real.”

Because he did not get an answer, Bayu decided to take a crowbar to pry the door. After trying for about two minutes later, the door finally opened with the end of the state broken. Turning on the lights, the two pairs of eyes circled throughout the room. They took off the blankets and looked under the bed. But they were confused.For, the Princess was not in her room.

“Which daughter went to, Bu?” tanya Bayu was half frustrated.

“Mom also do not know,” replied Julia who was also in the middle of panic.

Could it be that the Princess had indeed returned like what was in her dream? How did that really happen? Thought Bayu. Isn't that just a dream. It's hard to believe. But the question that was entrenched in his mind was answered already at the time when Bayu wagged the quilt of fur on the bed. The blanket that Princess used to wear. A beautiful little stone statue rolled from there until it touched the floor and made a loud noise. Lur—Bayu took it with teary eyes. The princess returned to her life as before. Like he found it at first.

“Princess ... Ma'am,” said Bayu sounding soft. Julia was sad to see her son like that. They had gone too far to place dreams and hopes on the girl. The girl who is looking forward to adding warmth to this house.

Although my hair felt goosebumps, but Julia dared to touch the object. And he's getting more and more excited about seeing the embodiment of the real Princess. What does all this mean. It was as if the Princess was brought in just to play with her feelings.

***

 Bayu didn't sleep all night. His eyes are always burning. Again, tears rolled down her cheeks. Remembering how sweet their memories of yesterday were; from going to the chili garden and feeling the sweetness of the Princess' lips for the first time, to taking her to the museum, to committing the most beautiful sin in their room, eating the ice cream, all the footage was spinning over and over again on his head like a broken cassette. Bayu really regretted the beautiful days with him and greatly lost the innocence of the Princess in living life in the present. Ah, that's beautiful matchless. 

Still staring at the statue, Bayu was confused. What he should do. “Do you hear me, Put. Why did you come back so suddenly? I've lost you so much. It hasn't been one twenty-four hours. Imagine if I was without you one day, two days, a week, a month or more. I will not be strong,” he said accompanied by sobs. “Says you want to marry me?”

“Bayu ...,” call Julia from the inside. Bayu immediately rubbed his cheek rough. At least—Bayu still has a sense of shame when his mother sees herself crying over a girl.

Julia approached and served him a warm drink, “Breakfast first, yuk. Mom cooked your favorite food.”

Bayu. “Let's go, Bu.”

“Yu ...,” Ogre Julia. “Here-here, you look so sad ...” Julia hugged her son which even made Bayu more intrigued.

“Forever Bayu won't see her again ..., forever, Mom. Try Mom to imagine. It's very heavy for Bayu, Mom. Weight ...”

“Yes, I know too, but how else, son. Mothers are also very lost. Mother already thinks the girl like her own child ..”

Both of them stared at the statue of the Princess of the palace which had been held tightly by Bayu. Bayu can not if only silence, he must find a way to be able to return the girl to this house, his mind is determined very strong.

That morning, the baby decided not to go anywhere. He also did not go to work because his mind was not right, he was afraid that what he did was not optimal and even became a hassle of others. Bayu chooses to sleep all day hoping that the dream comes again giving him clues. He hugged tightly the bolsters that Princess often hugged, whose aroma was still attached there. A gentle fragrance that is able to revive the passion that has been radiated to the womb of the Princess. Ah, he wanted to do it again, but only with the girl.

The next day—Bayu decided to get up and get to work as usual. Suddenly it made Julia a little relieved, after a day yesterday Bayu did not want to eat, did not want to drink, did not want to wake up. Julia had thought of taking her son to a Teungku who could cure him. He was afraid that his son would (probably worst) go crazy. But it is no longer necessary, because it seems slowly Bayu has begun to accept. 

Bayu's days passed with a grim face, there were gaping wounds that could not be patched with anything, no matter how hard his friends comforted him. And for sure they are like losing a friend who used to be cheerful with him.

How can a real man not cry after losing his first love?

It's sunday. Bayu and his friends compact request a holiday to Pakde. The workshop closed full today. 

The harvest season has arrived. The view around looks so beautiful. The downstream farmers in the rice fields and heading to the hut put the luggage before doing their activities pounding the rice into the manual tool. 

The hoods cover their heads to protect themselves from the scorching sun. Chirping sounds of birds calling his friends to enjoy rice seeds. Gamelan music is beautiful. Said the resident; this morning was holding a drill on a football field not far from here. The youth in his village still preserve the culture.

“We see ronggeng, yuk. There must be a lot of beautiful girls.”

“I don't want, my girlfriend is even prettier.”

“It is, believe I believe. Just accompany me then.”

“You alone or invite your friends. I'm not in the mood,” Bayu replied without looking. While his hand pelted the rice field with pebbles. As if throwing away frustration. 

Who should I blame then?

“I came to take you for fun. You see, I've noticed these few days you're moody, Yu. Wh why? Just story,” Kampleng said.

“Iya, I lost someone,” Bayu replied without turning his head.

“You mean?” ask Kampleng to clarify.

“Princess has returned to his origin.”

“Wah wah wah .. You deserve to be upset. Come to his house if you miss, fool!” Kampleng patted her shoulder hard.

“The problem is his home is far.”

“Where? I'll be with.”

“In another world.”

“Hah?” Kampleng. “Jokingly you are this.”

“Serious. Princess is not as ordinary a human as you think. I found it on the hill.”

“By the way, Yu. I don't understand.” Kampleng shook his head.

“Maybe it's hard to believe, but that's the truth.”

“Anyone who lives with you is a ghost?” kampleng said somewhat in disbelief.

“I don't know exactly,” says Bayu.

“I also don't know what you mean, I don't know whether to believe it or not. But I'm sure you and your mother can't lie and can't make it up. If you want a story, I'm ready to listen to it.”

Then, Bayu told in detail about his first meeting with the Princess. He also showed the stone statue of the Princess during this time, which was basically very similar in shape. Initially—logika Kampleng rejected all that. But it feels like nothing is impossible.

“After this, what's your decision?”

“No idea,” Reply Bayu. “But I would love to see him. Followed it.”

“Where is possible? His world with your world is different,” Kampleng replied in disbelief.

“If Princess alone can enter our lives, why don't I, Pleng?”

“Although it can, how?” Kampleng thought about it. But a moment later it came to his mind to bring Bayu to a place he had heard could see other realms. “You're coming with me, Yu. Bring the statue too!” kampleng and Bayu also follow him where he goes.