Silence swept over, fallen leaves flew blown by the wind, at that time... The two figures stood facing each other, their expressions were different. Hope, surprise, sadness, disappointment.
"Because... Barong had a dream, one day... There was a girl... Who was lonely, and because of that loneliness... Will level everything."
Silence filled for a moment, Tirta's eyes widened, so shocked, and a deep feeling of tightness entered his chest.
"That girl is Kunti Tirta, you must stay away from her, and if possible... We must eliminate her—"
"No!!! I don't agree with that, Sir!!" Tirta's words cut off Mr. Soekarno's voice just like that, his eyes burning, even in front of the great one like him.
"And on what basis is your reason? What evidence can you bring?" Mr. Soekarno asked, his voice now sounding very firm even though it was quiet.
"Umberella Queen."
Mr. Soekarno fell silent, he narrowed his eyes slightly, their eyes met in different ways. Curious, and a desire to convince.
"I remember clearly... Her appearance was so similar to Kunti, exactly the same," said Tirta.
Pak Soekarno's eyes widened slightly, then returned to a calm expression.
"Are you sure about that? Did you see it right?" Pak Soekarno asked, and what he got... Only Tirta's gaze that seemed to burn even more.
"I'm sure sir, your Majesty Barong's dream... It must be just a misunderstanding. Even if one day it is like that... I will try! I will try to make it not real! I will definitely stop it!" Tirta said with a voice full of determination.
Pak Soekarno sighed, he shook his head slowly for a moment indicating to give up.
"You are very stubborn, but that is your value... I will hold your words."
For a moment... Tirta's smile spread wide by itself, his eyes filled with deep hope.
"But... Tirta, if you can't keep your word, then this will all affect you."
Tirta was silent for a moment hearing that, but a small smile full of challenge was immediately etched.
"I will not disappoint you, sir."
Once again, Mr. Soekarno took a deep breath, patting Tirta's shoulder gently.
"Okay, if you're that sure, I won't try to deny it anymore. And how are you after the attack?"
Tirta chuckled softly, rubbing his head nervously and with a little shame and disappointment in his expression.
"I couldn't believe it at that time... I fell with just one attack." Tirta said softly.
Mr. Soekarno smiled thinly, his strong hand patting Tirta's shoulder several times, now starting to walk away.
"My business with you is finished, you are free to go Tirta," said Mr. Soekarno softly.
He took a few steps, but now... His footsteps stopped, taking a moment to look back.
"About Umberella Queen... We better leave it to the Heroes of the Revolution."
Tirta immediately fell silent, his eyes wide and in disbelief.
"But sir... They... Is Umberella Queen that dangerous?" Tirta asked hesitantly.
Mr. Soekarno smiled thinly, then shook his head slowly.
"What about you? You've felt his attack directly, don't you think he's dangerous enough?"
This time his gaze shifted down in silence.
"I mean... The Heroes of the Revolution are such great high-level Spirits—"
"Right, and that's why their job is to protect the free Spirits." Mr. Soekarno said, cutting off Tirta's words that were about to come out.
Tirta nodded, slowly, understanding that this decision was probably the best.
"Then see you later, Mr. Soekarno."
And with that... Their meeting ended.
***
Once again, Mr. Soekarno took a deep breath, patting Tirta's shoulder gently.
"Okay, if you're that sure, I won't try to deny it anymore. And how are you after the attack?"
Tirta chuckled softly, rubbing his head nervously and with a little shame and disappointment in his expression.
"I couldn't believe it at that time... I fell with just one attack." Tirta said softly.
Mr. Soekarno smiled thinly, his strong hand patting Tirta's shoulder several times, now starting to walk away.
"My business with you is finished, you are free to go Tirta," said Mr. Soekarno softly.
He took a few steps, but now... His footsteps stopped, taking a moment to look back.
"About Umberella Queen... We better leave it to the Heroes of the Revolution."
Tirta immediately fell silent, his eyes wide and in disbelief.
"But sir... They... Is Umberella Queen that dangerous?" Tirta asked doubtfully.
Mr. Soekarno smiled thinly, then shook his head slowly.
"What about you? Who has felt his attack directly, do you think he is not dangerous enough?"
This time his gaze shifted down in silence.
"I mean... The Heroes of the Revolution are such great high-level Spirits—"
"Right, and that's why their job is to protect the free Spirits." Mr. Soekarno said, cutting off Tirta's words that wanted to come out.
Tirta nodded, slowly, understanding that this decision might be the best.
"Then see you again, Mr. Soekarno."
And with that... Their meeting ended.
***
In a pure white vacuum, where there is only absolute warmth and softness, where soft whispers that soothe the heart will be passively heard.
Beautiful... Comfortable, but full of mystery. There... A bed woven with a light like silk, lay a man, sleeping soundly and soundly.
His body was broad, tall, his hair was smooth and messy, long, and more than that... His face looked fierce, even though he was sleeping which made him look innocent.
He groaned a few times, moving in his sleep which slowly began to disturb his consciousness, he woke up.
Blinking slowly a few times... He then got up, sitting on the edge of his bed while rubbing his forehead.
"That dream again," he said softly, but it shook and distorted the room.
In his head... When he remembered everything about his dream... A girl... With a face that no longer showed expression.
A sense of absolute loneliness, a hope that disappeared without a guiding light.
He slowly took a deep breath, trying to free himself from the shadow. Then... The sound of water drops was heard.
And in the silence that would never answer... The figure stood, beside him closing her eyelids, closed.
Welcoming the man... As if he would wait for him forever, even his loyalty, made him unable to open his eyes to the great figure in front of her.
"Good morning, Your Majesty Barong," said the spirit dressed in pure white cloth, looking like a servant, his voice faint, almost impossible to catch.
"Lodra... I told you to come with signs."
This time, he stepped forward, Lodra... A beautiful woman, pale skinned, even paler than the white space around the two of them.
"Forgive me, Your Majesty Barong, I will try to remember," she said while placing her right hand on her chest, giving a noble gesture of respect.
Barong was silent, walking a few steps forward, staring out, or something that we cannot interpret as outside?
Staring... Straight, black, dense, but full of small expanses of light that dare to be bright. An expanse of the Solar system, a beautifully rotating Galaxy, planets, and all its contents.
"They will always look like that," said Lodra softly.
Barong smiled, a smile that seemed to make the sunlight function as it should.
"I had a nightmare again," Barong said, with a changed tone.
Lodra fell silent, looking straight at his majesty with great empathy.
"If it was your dream, then it must be real, we must destroy it—"
"No, I'm not like that, I'm not Rangda who kills any spirit at will," Barong said, interrupting Lodra's words before they could continue.
Silence filled, only silence between them. Barong turned around, walking with slow steps.
Slowly... His open body was now covered in light, replaced by a magnificent feathered garment that looked so right for his majesty.
"Give a report to the holy servants, there is something we need to discuss."
Lodra gasped, narrowing his eyes in confusion.
"What do you mean, Your Majesty?"
Barong turned his head back slightly.
"About Umberella King and Umberella Queen, I think they're the main problem this time."