The World's Different Lover

You Can Sleep With Me

“I want to meet with Roro Ageng.”

They cringe at the same time. Then followed by other questions that make them more curious.

“Oh, you're a palace guest apparently.”

Bayu nodded. But for this time, he did not explain how he could meet with Roro Ageng. He only said he had interests that he could not say more clearly which even made them ask further questions, then there was a sense of fear after knowing where he actually came from. 

It seems that they are old-fashioned women who are not very receptive to the story she means. Seen from his face more confusion while Bayu spoke at length explaining how he got here. Understandably, they never went to school.

“Definitely Kang Mas, important person, yes?”

“Not too important too,” said Bayu simply responded. In fact, he is nobody to anyone. He is just a young man who will pursue his love. Then Bayu expressed his desire to ride the night here because he and his horse had felt very tired. But the day began to darken. Bayu needs water to bathe and a place to stop by. He's not that brave if he had to walk through the middle of the night alone. 

“Kang Mas, can sleep anywhere. Choose one of us,” he said again. They have their own homes. One house one person, no one mixes with the other.

The bewildered wood stared one by one the women looked at him. Bayu felt himself like a freed king to choose which concubine he would visit tonight. 

Actually—Bayu was somewhat astonished by those who suddenly gathered to negotiate. What was? Do they not believe that they are from good descendants? But he tried to be ordinary and smiled at them like nothing had ever happened.

“You slept with me,” said one of the women with her sweet smile. He was sweeter among the other women. Her skin was yellow, her hair was long, dark black. Feeling that her words were too ambiguous, the woman used to recite, “I mean, sleeping in my house.”

Bayu nodded, “Thank you, Ma'am.”

The woman stretched out her delicate hand, “My name is Nawang, just call me name to be more familiar,” she said in a very melodious voice. During his time in this realm, Bayu almost could not distinguish which kind of creature Jin or something like that. Including these women.

“I Bayu,” Reply Bayu. His eyes glared at me implying the language of thanks.

The night the quieter the more changed by the sounds of small animals that are familiar to his ears, namely crickets, owls and many more. 

Sentong, teplok aka ancient candles attached to the wall. In this century, electricity has not been created. I think it's too far to talk about electricity. Just a drinking tool that Bayu now uses is made of bamboo, the teak is also made of soil or commonly called a jug. There are no modern items here, all made of hand manuals. 

Oh, so this is a picture of life in the past? Bayu who rarely do trivial things in addition to more often this obscure wandering, will certainly be a little difficult if faced with such a life. Fortunately, he was born of the future.