The World's Different Lover

Entering The World Hundreds of Years of Silence

“Where is Ki Adiwerna?” he murmured to himself. Bayu who was originally rolled in the grass is now changing his position to sit.

It was not that Ki Adiwerna a moment ago had asserted; that he would only deliver him here, at the supernatural gate.

Bayu standing. He looks for the way with his instincts. He looks around. Then to the left of—ia found a path that seems often passed by people. The trail is small and unpaved. Roughly the width is only the size of a pedicab.

Bayu just kept walking down that path. Like the trees he passed. Not to forget also he gave him a cross on the tree, to make it easier if he returned to the magical gate; that is the enau tree earlier.

The forest does not end. An hour's drive. Bayu has not yet found a home. But while he was not tired, he continued to walk to find a creature he could ask where he should walk. Bayu fantasized, if the Princess has a mobile—certainly and has called him and they will be able to meet soon. Wait, cellphone? Bayu wonders.

For a moment he stopped and opened his bag containing some clothes. He took the phone and the powerbank inside, but it turned out that both batteries were equally exhausted. Then what about her? Maybe this trip is far away. Where will he paint? Disappointed, but there is no other choice. Bayu reinserted the battery and continued on his way.

A few hours later, Jayu smiled. He was excited, happy because he could see the roofs of the houses. Roofs made of straw, as well as walls made of thin wood. The closer he got, the frenzied sound of the state of the village also began to hear, although he knew, the distance was still quite far, but so the way his ears worked. The smell of cooked spices poured out onto his nose. Various kinds that make his stomach feel tingled.

At one point, he stopped when he came across a little boy who was walking alone. The boy looked at it with a strange look, saw it from top to bottom, over time the old and somewhat dull boy ran in fear while shouting ‘mboknya’.

“Mbok! Mbok! There's a freak, Mbok. Scared,” he said that so clearly sounded.

Then Bayu remained focused forward until finally the girl came out with her mother pair. They also wear strange clothes. Javanese traditional clothing. But is it true, now Bayu is in the year eight hundreds as the Princess once explained to him?

Bayu patted his own poignant cheek, is he really still alive? Sometimes, Bayu thinks why a human like himself can pass through various kinds of amazing adventures like this. He is not a special creature. He was just a poor workshop mechanic and his morals were not very commendable either. But he enjoyed this trip. He enjoyed the magic of his body feeling healthier and fitter many times before. Ah, given his health and fitness, he missed the figure of the Princess, wanting to get there quickly, satisfying him. Doesn't every girl like a guy with strong stamina? A very silly thought.

Bayu approached the three people who were close to each other. His body language is alert. The general attitude of a person when meeting with strangers.

“Include, my name is Bayu, Sir. I am from Bangkalang Village, Central Java.”

It seems that the father did not recognize the village that Bayu mentioned, because he shook his head. But a while later, he asked again, “Where is the destination?”

“I want to go to the kingdom of Sivalingga.

“Wah, it is still far away,” answers medok typical Javanese in general.

“Map knows the place?” ask Bayu again.

“I have never been there, but I know the place is indeed far from here. If you walk, you can reach three days and three nights. Supposedly, Kang Mas was wearing a horse so that the trip was shorter. Yes, about one daily lah.”

“Is there no other vehicle, for example motor, let me rent.”

“Motor? What is motor?” the man was confused and looked at each other questioningly at his wife. Ah, yes. Bayu. In the past where there were motor vehicles, cars or other things.

“Sorry, that's the vehicle of the future. Horse replacement. Maybe in this era, there is no.”

“Future?” the man asked, confused.