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Carving on the Wall

Satya is a man who for two years has always harbored hatred towards Sonya, his boss at a private insurance company. With Sonya's attitude and words that are always harsh and insulting to him, every day Satya's hatred is getting bigger. One day, Satya finds all his hatred towards Sonya fading and disappearing just like that after he finds out the truth about Sonya. And now, for a week, they were even involved in an unusually intimate relationship. Unfortunately, the relationship did not last long, Satya left the pregnant Sonya, and he returned to his hometown, Bali. In the old house that his family inherited from generation to generation, Satya found a carving on one of the walls in the living room, with a line of words barely legible. He who lived alone because all his relatives had died, tried to recall the stories of his ancestors about the carving. Until one night, by accident, Satya was able to recall the lines of sentences that were between the carvings on the living room wall. Something happened shortly after Satya read the sentence. He felt his body being pulled by a powerful force that made him move between dimensions and time. Satya was suddenly in one land, in the era 1000 years before his time. Here, Satya has to fight hard to return to his time by helping a royal princess named Lathifa Minan who is usually called Lathi, the princess is being oppressed by her husband. She was even sentenced to death by being thrown to the bottom of the sea. Can Satya save Princess Lathi? Or, can he go back to his time? Then, how does Satya's relationship with Sonya end up, which he left pregnant? Well, find the answer in this story. Happy reading ^^

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The Plans to Visit Ancestral House

"Hey, Lathi," said Satya. "Speaking of Kencana Ireng, you told me that I am his descendant, right?"

Latifa nodded. "I'm pretty sure about that."

"Alright," Satya took a deep breath. "Is it possible—you know, I visited his house?"

"Why not?" Latifa smiled widely. "I was just about to say the same to you."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes," said Lathifa. "In any case, don't lose that bronze medal you have."

Hearing that, Satya groped his waist, but unfortunately, he wasn't wearing any pants except for the batik cloth that was wrapped around his waist to his knees, and of course, there wasn't a single pocket on the cloth.

"Good grief!" he said. "I left the medal in your hut."

Lathifa giggled with a shake of her head.

"Why?" Satya frowned.

"You look like a child who just lost a toy."

Satya cleared his throat, looking down with a slightly red face.

"I know you left your medal in my hut, Satya," Lathifa said as she gently stroked his shoulder. "Don't panic like that."

"Thank goodness that's the case."

"I mean," said Lathifa. "I have a feeling that your bronze medal is the key to your return to your world."

"You think so?"

Lathifa shrugged her shoulders. "I'm just guessing. But, it's possible, right? After all, you said yourself that the house you inherited from your ancestors was engraved with the same script as the medal, didn't you?"

"Yes, that's how it really is."

"Well, that's the reason I figured that the medal was your key to coming back."

Satya took a deep breath. However, what Lathifa just said made more sense.

"Then, how do I use the medal to return to my world?" asked Satya. "To my time?"

Latifa sighed softly. "That's what I don't know yet. But like I said earlier, maybe by visiting Kencana Ireng's house, you will find something that can be an important clue for you."

Satya nodded. Yes, it is possible. After all, if it is true that the bronze medal he has is similar to that of Kencana Ireng, it means that the two medals are the same medal.

Thus, it will be answered that Kencana Ireng is Satya's ancestor.

"But," Satya glanced at the beautiful face in front of him. "Is that possible? I mean, didn't you say yourself that Kencana Ireng, my ancestor was persecuted and killed by Pramudya?"

"Yes," Lathifa's face suddenly turned sad. "Until now, I still feel guilty for not having time to thank him. What's more, when I was about to be thrown off that cliff, I even put the big blame on him in favor of Pramudya."

Satya looked down. He could understand how Lathifa felt when something bad happened to her. What's more, to his ancestors. Of course, things would have been different had Kencana Ireng told Lathifa the truth before Lathifa was thrown off the cliff.

However, this will be known by Pramudya, and Lathifa will never be resurrected.

"I'm confused by the attitude of the ancients," said Satya, he found a strange frown on Lathifa's forehead and tried to hold back his laughter. "I mean, people of this age. Why aren't such important matters notified in person?"

"You're so mean!" Lathifa snorted, her attitude was like a spoiled girl who was sulking. "You don't appreciate the effort Kencana Ireng has put in to save me. After all, he is your ancestor."

"Hey, that's not what I meant," Satya kept holding back his laughter. Besides, Lathifa looks more tantalized when she is sulking like that. "Well, maybe that ancestor of mine could do it all—I mean, tell you long before Pramudya is going to execute you, right?"

"I don't want to talk to you!"

"Good grief!" Satya laughed silently, shaking his head. "Okay, okay, I was wrong."

"You suck!"

"Oh Great Goddes, I'm sorry, okay!" said Satya. "Are you happy now?"

Lathifa smiled shyly again.

Good grief! If she continues to act like this, then it will be harder for me to contain my lust, Satya thought.

"But what about the house?" said Satya who tried to divert his naughty thoughts towards Lathifa's beautiful body. "I mean, my ancestral house, he was sentenced to death by Pramudya. Then, is the house still intact or has it moved into someone else's property?"

"No," said Lathifa. "The Kencana Ireng house is still intact and not inhabited by anyone."

"Just left it empty?"

"More or less," Lathifa sighed softly and long. "Except, valuable items like gold and gems."

"Ahh…" That's not surprising, Satya thought. Even in modern times, such things still exist. Evil hands have the heart to steal other people's property. "Have you ever visited that house?"

Latifa nodded. "Just once."

"Why?"

"Come on, Satya!" Lathifa spread her arms to the side. "It's me we're talking about."

"Aah, that's right," Satya chuckled.

Well, whatever the changes to her face and physical appearance, Lathifa still has the same voice. Of course, this will arouse suspicion from Pramudya's people.

"I mean," said Lathifa later. "I only visited the house once, and yeah, I didn't meet Kencana Ireng, for sure."

"Didn't you know that my ancestor was sentenced to death at that time?"

Lathifa shook her head weakly, hiding her reddened face between her bent knees.

Satya took a deep breath. I should be the one grieving here because it was my ancestors who were sentenced to death, he thought. But he understands what Lathifa is feeling now. Of course, Kencana Ireng was the only person she could trust, and it turned out that the person she trusted the most had died.

In other words, Lathifa does want to avenge the death of her parents against Pramudya Antaguna or reclaim the royal throne, as well as the trust of her people. However, she couldn't because she was alone. No one could help her after Kencana Ireng was executed.

"Then, what did you find in my ancestral house?"

"Nothing," said Lathifa, she lifted her face, and Satya could see her teary eyes. "The condition of the house is messed up."

"You mean, it has been destroyed?"

"Not with the house," said Lathifa. "But, everything inside. Shattered chairs, tables, cupboards, all a messed up."

"Isn't that weird?" Satya frowned.

"I know," said Lathifa. "That's also the reason why I then hid in this remote area."