The World's Different Lover

The King Freely Selects a Concubine

Bayu sat on the risban while enjoying the cigarette in his backpack. Presumably Bayu was hungry, he took out the meat from his bag and put it on the table. But unfortunately not as his mother said that this rendang can last a month. In reality—not a full day Bayu headed here, now the food is moldy. It smelled bad and definitely not good anymore to eat. It's better to just throw it away, the mind says.

“Sugeng, Kang Mas. Eat first yes. Sorry so bad,” said Nawang who suddenly came out with a dish. It smelled so good, apparently the woman had just cooked in the furnace. Smoke rises above the food container that has just been cooked. Spinach and burnt fish.

“Thank you, Nawang. Sorry to trouble you, reduce your dinner ration,” said Bayu feel awkward. He tried to remove the stiffness of changing my word to me so Nawang followed him.

“Ah, no, Kang Mas. I was glad to be visited by a guest. Guest is the king that I have to serve the best,” said Nawang then sat in front of him after putting his cooking on the table. 

The woman's body is fragrant. Fragrant rose. The dim light revealed her sweet smile, her clean face was a langsat yellow. It seemed that the woman had changed clothes, tighter than the last time Bayu saw. So that it further highlights the part that contains. She ranges women in their thirties, tall and also slim.

“Please on meal, Kang Mas,” Nawang said again. But before the woman stood up, Bayu held her back.

“Nawang, where are you going?”

“I want to go back.”

“You've eaten?” ask Bayu.

“Not yet,” replied Nawang.

Bayu wondered through his eyes. Why hasn't? He felt even more uneasy when he heard the honesty. Mayu a guest here, how could he eat ahead of him while the owner of the house alone his stomach might still be empty.

“Alright if you consider me a king to be best served, then I would like to make a request to you.”

Nawang looked at him, “What is it?”

“I ask to be accompanied by you,” Bayu reply while looking at him with a smile.

Bayu eat a bit much because all day this does not meet good food. That afternoon, he only ate sweet potatoes in the village next door. That felt like a long time ago too. Strange indeed, why does it feel so long here? 

The two had dinner together while stealing glances. After it was over, Bayu washed his hands with the help of Nawang who drained the water. Then take turns and end up rubbing each other's hands.

“Tell me, why can you be unlucky like this, Nawang?” ask Bayu when they get back on the seat. The two faced each other whose center was bounded by a long table.

“At the age of three months of marriage, my husband rolled over while looking for wood in the forest. But never to come home again. Smart people say my husband is dead,” Nawang replied in a sad tone.

“Sorry, I remind you of him.”

“Ya, it's okay.” Then Nawang continued, “Every day, I always hope he can go home. But the years passed and he did not return until I was finally banished. And maybe my— will also never be able to go back there again. Said I was shit.”

“Previously where did you live?” ask Bayu again. He seems curious too. Sounds so interesting.