Tanah Kedaulatan (6)

Both Melur and Elizebeth looked around at the bazaar. The sound of people chattering amongst them, the sound of sandals hit the ground, and the sound of giggling children. She would sculpt this moment inside her mind forever. It was a lifetime experience. She would probably not experience it once she returned to her homeland.

The bazaars were remotely different from her place. Their specialty was also different. She had never seen rattan wood, let alone the rattan chair. It was revolutionary in how different the trees were in different landscapes. In a way, no kingdom or continent was superior to another. Each held different values and cultures. Each equally important.

The traditional clothes were also unique. The attire might be different according to the status but she was intrigued to learn everything. They weren't wearing a dress like her but their attire seemed comfortable enough.