The World's Different Lover

Go Home With Us

For half a day the horse ran with his master who was not well. He only occasionally stopped when his body felt tired and needed food. And maybe that's what makes the pace feel slower than before. Animals have taste, but they cannot speak it because of their different language.

Bayu still lamented his fate. She occasionally wiped away the tears that fell without her noticing. So-so. There's a kind of wound that's so wide and hard to patch. How long will it take so that the wound can actually be treated?

I don't know, Bayu doesn't know.

In his life, Bayu was never injured to this extent. It's really amazing the charm that Roro Putri has spread to him that makes it quite messy, crushed to pieces and maybe even left.

Over and over again he calmed down that life was still very long. There will be plenty of happiness waiting for you later on. Yet somehow those damn tears were unceasingly flowing showing his weakness.

In the deepest of hearts, from the beginning Bayu already knew that they were different. But who would have thought, her empty heart made it easy for that feeling of love to enter into it, predating reason and thought. Especially if it's not stupid?

Because it was tired, Bayu pulled over under a shady tree. His eyes were staring around.

Where is he now? What is this place exactly? Is it true that he was in the past? Or just an illusion? Why did he have to come here with his purpose in vain. Bayu wondered to himself.

After stopping for a long time, Bayu again continued his journey. No matter what day it starts to get dark. Because the moonlight that is not completely round it can still penetrate the depth of this forest.

But who would have thought that by the time he started walking for several meters, the horse's steps suddenly came to a halt due to the appearance of two strange people who were in front of him. They were in pure white robes wearing peci and their faces to the Arabs. Like a religious scholar, that is how Bayu defines.

“Assalamualaikum ..” greet the two people with a very friendly face. Very amicable. His face showed a sincere smile.

“Waalaikumsalam,” Reply Bayu.

“Include my name Ilham and this is Ilyas,” they introduce themselves. “We were assigned to take you home. Your family is waiting for you,” he said kindly.

“Without being told, too. Of course I'll go home. Here's proof. But before that of course I will meet someone first and deliver this horse to the owner,” Bayu explained to them.

“No, Bayu,” said one of them, namely Ilyas. “Sorry I said your name. But we should just go home let this horse back to its owner.”

“But, I want to meet someone,” reset Bayu trying to make them understand. He was eager to see Nawang and curious about the boy.

But their answers were disappointing. Both shakes. Then Ilham said, “Do not make your time longer here. You are being awaited. You've been gone a long time. Come home with us, I will show you how to always be safe to arrive at the destination that should be.”

Bayu sighed, it seemed like he did not have a chance to meet Nawang again. Yeah, maybe forever.