The World's Different Lover

Please, for my sake

The soldiers got out of the way to give a gap when Bayu was invited to enter by his lover. Roro Putri Ageng's. Bayu was still smiling looking fixedly at the woman who was still smiling to welcome him. But before he entered the palace gate, the Princess ordered her soldiers to bring the horse that Bayu brought to a special place.

“Where do you want to take me?” ask Bayu because it feels like it never stops the Princess taking him. Passing through some spaces that Bayu does not know what the room is. Pula passed by several faithful female maids bowing her head when she passed her Master Daughter.

“I'll take you to Kaputren. I'm afraid my father knows.”

“Surely they will know, here is not just me and you.”

“I've ordered them to shut up,” said the Princess again.

“Well, this is my palace,” said the Princess after they reached her Kaputren. Bayu looked around. Very beautiful and neat. Broad-gauge. And it must have been very soothing to the eyes.

“Dayang! Dayang!” call the Princess to the Dayang who are always ready to be ruled.

“Iya, Den Ayu. There is something we can help ...,” replied one Dayang while lowering his head.

“Make sure it's safe, I don't want my father to know Bayu is here. We're in an interest. You understand Dayang?” firmly Princess. Dayang nodded back in understanding. Previously—indeed never Put a Princess put a man into his Kaputren. Yeah, never. Even her own husband. Prabu would be very angry and punish him if he knew this delinquency.

The princess directed Bayu to go to the very back place. “We sit there only,” said the Princess pointing to a wooden chair facing the qibla. The day started late and the sky started to look yellow.

After the two sat down, the two stared at each other. So, Bayu first started the conversation. “I don't understand why you just left me. You cruel Princess. I'm almost crazy to keep thinking about you.”

“Of course you have to explain it!” not until Bayu's heart says it. Bayu could never be angry at a woman as beautiful as this. No matter how big the mistake.

Earlier forgive me Bayu,” said Princess full of guilt. “On that full night—more precisely before I left, I prayed solemnly to call a teacher whom I just remembered how to call him. If I may say, living in the future makes me stupid and weak. You remember ‘kan? I got sick too. I've never been sick before.”

Bayu remained silent, for he listened to his words.

“That night it turned out my call was heard by him. He came with a choice. Come with him or not get the boat back to your world. There was nothing else I thought about at that time but being able to go with him. Because I miss my family. I was given the opportunity to repeat the time so that our families would not be separated again and this Siwalingga kingdom would remain. Forever.”

“Then you don't think about my feelings? My mother also lost you so much, she loved you so much, Princess, just as I love you.” Sembur Bayu's.

“Not—not so.” The princess nodded disapproving of his words. “I'm just confused choosing between the two. In the end, I chose to stay here. Continuing the fairy tale that should not end tragically like that, Bayu. My past is not finished. I can't just leave it.”

“Yes, after all it is appropriate that you marry a Prince who is the same position as you. I'm just a commoner, I'm aware of myself. Maybe not worth it when we're together.” Bayu smiled wryly.

“Not a degree problem. I've never seen anyone from that point of view. We have different dimensions, I have decided to stay here and will never go back to your time, the time where you lived.”

“What can I do so that I can have you? You know this feeling. I was so tormented ...” Bayu looked at her with glaring eyes. His mind is hopeful. “Please pity me for coming here. I traveled quite a long way and bet my life for you,” he said pleading with great despair.