Voices From Other Realms

Meet Dino

Mira is more excited by Poni's return home.

That day Si Poni was bathed by Mira.

"If you can talk, I want to ask you a lot of things," Mira rubbed the head of the pony that was finished being bathed.

The brown fur looks shiny because it is clean.

"What happened to you and Dino, where did you split up?"

Poni listened silently to Mira speak, but his eyes kept looking at Mira while wagging his tail, as if he was a good listener.

"Maybe soon catch up with your returning master" Mira rubbed the bangs head.

The bangs laid her body on the floor, then closed her eyes.

Mira lets Poni to sleep, Mira feels her loneliness is slightly treated with the return of Poni.

At least Mira felt a little safe because she was not really alone at home.

Mira then went to the kitchen to wash her hands, then prepare the ingredients for the preparation of making cakes.

Tomorrow Mira has to sell again, he must be more excited let alone the bangs have returned.

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Mr. Broto just got back from his shop, he came home sooner than usual.

Mr. Broto felt his head a little dizzy, probably because he was exhausted.

He left his rice shop at the market and left it guarded by Reni, Dino's sister.

Mr. Broto came home with one of his shop employees.

Arriving at home, Mr. Broto immediately laid his body on a teak couch near his home kitchen.

His wife came up to him and grabbed him by the forehead.

" It's not hot, '" said his wife.

" It's just a little dizzy, ma'am, probably from exhaustion" replied Mr. Broto.

" Oh yes, just go to sleep, sir" said Dino's mother.

Mr. Broto closed his eyes...

Mr. Broto began to fall asleep, shortly afterwards he had a dream....

Mr. Broto walked down an arid land, where there was only a stretch of dry grass that had turned yellow.

The sun was shining so hot, Mr. Broto protected his eyes from the glare of the sun.

Mr. Broto looked around him, silent without being seen by a single human.

There was only himself there, walking down the path.

The wind was blowing so hard that it shook the tip of the clothes he was wearing.

" Where am I?" muttered.

"Dad.." like Dino's voice calling out to him.

Mr. Broto looked for the origin of the voice that called him.

But there was no Dino there.

Broto continued his steps.

Then...

"Dad...please Dino.." again Dino's voice called out to him, this time coupled with a cry for help.

Mr. Broto looked for the source of the voice that called out to him, but there did not appear to be a single human being visible there.

" Here father...," again came Dino's voice.

Broto half ran over to the voice of his eldest son who called out to him.

After being approached the voice disappeared, Mr. Broto dizzy looking for the person he missed.

"Dad.

Mr. Broto went back in search, still half-running to get close to the voice that called out to him.

"Dino....," cried Mr. Broto.

There was no answer from Dino.

"Dino, where are you......?" Broto shouted back.

" Dad.I'm here," in the distance Mr. Broto saw Dino standing.

Only the silhouette of his body was clearly visible, while Dino's face was not clearly visible due to the glare of the sunlight.

"Dad.." cried Dino.

Mr. Broto approached Dino, the closer the distance was between them.

Mr. Broto can only see the face of his son, looks pale and his face looks very thin.

His body also looked thinner than before.

"Dino, where have you been, son?" Broto's hand is Dino.

Mr. Broto looked at his eldest son's wrist, and he was very surprised to see many scars that were still red.

Like a sharp puncture wound?

" Why hands, son?" ask Mr. Broto.

Dino just shook her head, then her eyes glanced left and right as if she would be afraid of something.

"Dino, what's your hand?" ask Mr. Broto to repeat the question.

" Fear sir..," replied Dino.

" fear? wha what? to who?" Mr. Broto looked around him.

" On that.." point Dino in the back of Mr. Broto's body.

Mr. Broto looked behind his back, a shadow of a woman dressed as royal princesses or princesses of old times.

The woman was beautiful but pale-faced, there was a small crown shaped like a deer head on top of her long hair.

The woman smiled creepily, Mr. Broto shuddered to see it.

"A little more..wait a little while longer.hi.hi.

"What does that mean? Mr. Broto muttered inwardly.

"What are you doing my son?" ask Mr. Broto.

"This is because your son owes me his life.hi.hi.

Standing up my feathers Mr. Broto heard the voice of the woman's laughter.

" Let's go home, son," Mr. Broto drew Dino's arm.

" Can't, she still has to accept her punishment," the voice of the pale-faced woman sounded.

" Why can't it? he is my son, I have the right to take him home" replied Mr. Broto boldly.

"If you dare to fight me, I will increase the punishment for your son" she threatened.

" Please forgive my son.let him go.His mother misses him so much, "please Mr. Broto.

"Not yet," answered the creepy woman.

"How can you let go of my son?" ask Mr. Broto again.

"Wait until the sentence is over, I'll send him to you myself" the woman promised.

The woman then stepped closer to Dino, Mr. Broto wanted to block her.

But the woman pushed Mr. Broto, her strength was very strong.

Mr. Broto did not expect, female energy is like the energy of two men.

Mr. Broto almost fell down, while the woman just laughed at the twitching that goosey fur.

Then came the sound of gamelan in the distance.

There were rows of pale-faced, Dutch-faced, blond-haired women.

They wear old Dutch clothes, they form a line to pick up Dino.

It looks like Dino is being driven with resignation...

like a sickle heading for a gallows.

Mr. Broto wanted to prevent Dino's departure, but he was blocked by the menacing look of the pale-faced woman.

Mr. Broto undo his intentions, he just stood by to see Dino being taken away.

They then disappeared in the distance.

Stay Mr. Broto who is alone in that place, his sweat has flowed down all over his body.

Mr. Broto rubbed the sweat that fell on his temple, feeling increasingly sultry.

Then Mr. Broto turned around, he returned to the path where he had come from.

The sun that had been hot slowly disappeared, changing into a cloud that came suddenly.

The wind blows hard...Mr. Broto shivered.

He felt that the cold wind felt very piercing, the cold to the bone.

Mr. Broto wants to go home, he calls his wife.

" lady....Ma'am.I want to go home, "he shouted.

"Mom...."

"Sir..wake up Mr...did you dream?"

Ms. Broto patted her husband's arm.

"Wake up sir..it's late afternoon.." call him again.

Mr. Broto slowly opened his eyes, he looked at his wife who was looking at him worriedly.

"What dream father, to the point of yelling so?" ask Dino's mother.

"Dino..." murmured Mr. Broto.