THE LONG JOURNEY TO YOU
WE'LL MEET AGAIN
“I heard you're getting married to Baram?”
Deon finds himself on a hill and sits down with a woman named Madaharsa. This place again. It means I'm dreaming again.
“That's. Tradition in this village requires us-the guards to marry the villagers because we must not leave the village and leave the village.”
Deon caught Madaharsa's sad face. This was the first time, Deon saw a woman in a dream putting on a sad face. Though before, Deon always saw a smile from the warm Madaharsa and made him feel happy.
“Do you not want to go out and see the outside world?? Out there many interesting things, you can meet many people with various cultures.” Again Deon's mouth spoke without hearing any commands from his brain.
“That desire is something fancy for me. Freedom is impossible for me.”
“Actually why do you have to guard the heirloom? Why should you and your family? Why not someone else??”
Deon has long been curious about the heirloom that binds Madaharsa in his dreams. Madaharsa repeatedly mentioned the object, but until now Deon still does not know how the shape and appearance of the heirloom.
“Then .. there was a man who came to this village. This village was formerly a wilderness and a haunted mountain. The forests and mountains here used to be uninhabitable by humans because of the supernatural creatures that inhabit the forests and mountains iui. The man then opened up these forests and mountains, cleared the supernatural creatures and made this place habitable to humans. At first the man lived alone in the village he opened. But as time went by, there were humans passing through this place. The man then raised three boys as his adopted sons. Of the three men, this village then began to fill up with their descendants. Unfortunately one in three of those men is a greedy man. The man had bad intentions of wanting to seize the heirloom belongings of the man who built this village. Unfortunately, that intention failed. The evil man was driven out of the village.”
Deon listened carefully to Madaharsa's story. “Keep, what happened??”
“Two remaining children, one served as guarding the mountain where the man who opened the village was buried. One more guarding the village and preserving the relics of the man.”
Deon still doesn't understand. “Then what's the heirloom? How's shape? What are you guys really looking after??”
“Hundreds say the heirloom object is a ring belonging to the man. The ring harbors the man's powers that make him defeat all the supernatural creatures that once inhabited this village. Another story says that the heirloom was a wooden stick that the man used to make a river flow in this village. Which is true, we do not know because all who lived together with the opening man of the village have died hundreds of years ago.”
“So you keep something you don't know what it is?” Deon's mouth asked the same thing his head was thinking.
“Indeed so. We don't know what we're guarding. It's just that the existence of an heirloom object is indeed true, we as guards and people who come to this village to look for it is proof. My ancestors believed the story of the heirloom was leaked out of the village because of the man who was expelled. Even though he was dead, the man left the story to his descendants to find the heirloom. His obsession to find the object came down to his descendants.”
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Deon wakes up at night and feels his dream this time gives another clue. This dream Deon had never dreamed of before.
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhsh!!
Sweat was pouring down on Deon's forehead because of his dream this time. Deon rubbed his sweat with his hands while inspecting the room. Niel slept on the big sofa soundly and his breathing was sounding. Maybe he's tired! That thought came to Deon's mind, considering that Niel had been guarding him all day.
“Akhhh!!”
Deon held onto his head which was still wrapped in bandages. Deon got up from his bed in the smallest voice possible so as not to make Niel wake up and make an unimportant furore at night. Deon headed to the bathroom and looked at his reflection in the mirror.
“Akhh! Just deserve to be sick. The sweat must have penetrated his bandages and made him sore!!” Deon looked at himself in the mirror for a moment and then chose to wash his face. The byurr!!
Maybe he's in there! The thought came along with his little hope when the face of Algiz similar to Madaharsa appeared in his mind. Deon dropped his choice of destination to kill his sense of boredom.
Is he in there? Can I see him and see him again? can I talk to him again? The questions come to Deon's mind along with the little expectations he unknowingly makes.
Ting!!
After checking the map of the hospital where he was and avoiding the nurses who were on guard the night, Deon arrived at the top floor of his hospital. Where's the stairway to the roof?? Deon searched through the door while remembering the map he had seen in a short time.
Click! Crete!!
Deon managed to find the door he was looking for because as soon as it opened, Deon saw a staircase that could carry him up. Taps, tap. Deon began to climb the steps and count every step of the stairs he passed to kill the feeling of loneliness and silence at night.
“One, two, three ... “
Deon counted with a carefree face because of the little hope he made. Click, kreett. Once again Deon was lucky because of the roof door that should have been locked and could not be opened easily by others, only locked with ordinary safety and can be opened by anyone who has a height above 120 cm.
Aushhhhh!!
As soon as the door opened, a piercing cold night wind instantly struck Deon's body clad in only pajamas and Niel's thin jacket. Grp! Deon's body trembled slightly from the piercing coldness. But Deon doesn't care about that. Deon, who had high hopes of meeting the woman Algiz in his dream, had to swallow the disappointment that the place was empty.
What was I expecting?? Deon gulped his saliva while swallowing his bitter disappointment. The huft! Deon, who had arrived on the roof with great difficulty, chose to stay. Deon sat near the fence after making sure the fence was safe to lean on. Deon picked up his phone, plugged in his earphones, turned it around again and checked the clock on his phone screen.
Two hours before sunrise.
Deon closed his eyes, feeling a cold wind piercing through his body while enjoying the song spinning in his ears.
Tuk, tuk!
Deon who had just closed his eyes for a moment, heard a knocking sound that was not from his earphones. Deon opened his eyes and found the figure he was looking for was staring at him.
“We'll see you again!”
Deon smiled hearing the greeting that came out of that figure. “Ya, we'll see you again.”