"Ah... My head." Tirta muttered softly, getting up from lying down holding his head that felt sore and painful.
His eyes blinked, blurry, almost unable to see anything. Slowly... His vision returned, and what he saw first was... A creaking wooden floor.
Wide-eyed in surprise, he pulled his head to look around, and at that time... There was only a familiar place, a peaceful school.
Even though he felt weak, he tried to get up, then approached the window that was close to him, looking out... Staring at the beautiful orange sky.
"What is this... Last time, I have." He raised his hand to hold his head. A disgusting memory, when he fell helplessly and was covered in murky red liquid.
This time... He stepped his feet, along every corridor that seemed to whisper. His feet did not give up, continuing to walk to find one remaining unlocked door, among the doors that seemed not to allow him to enter.
"This is strange... Why can't I get through the door? Because I... Just a spirit." His murmur was soft.
When... A door opened, as if it had been prepared for him, a door that felt highlighted by the beautiful orange twilight.
He stepped in, entering without warning. His eyes... Widening instantly, he saw... A girl with long black hair, her skin that looked pale.
The creak of the floorboards called the girl's attention, she turned her head, and at that moment... Tirta's heart felt like it stopped.
His eyes were dull, numb. Her pale skin, beautiful, but full of bruises. And her smile, beautiful... But fake. Her eyes were clear like diamonds, and her flowing tears... Like pearls.
"Azka..."
The call seemed to shake his soul. Silence crept in, Tirta did not move, his gaze fell as low as he could on the girl.
"Kunti... Why are you here?"
Instantly her eyes widened, the girl's tears fell quickly, and... At that moment, she ran fast, leaving Tirta just like that.
Tirta was amazed, silent for a moment. His feet felt like they had a soul, had the desire to chase after her.
"Wait Kunti! Don't leave me!!"
His body no longer moved, couldn't. Tirta fell hard to the ground, his vision blurred, and pitch black began to fill the corners of his eyes.
In that silence, he whispered his last words.
"Why... Why are you crying? What's wrong with you Kunti? Who are you? And... Who am I?"
***
No longer dark, slowly Tirta's eyes seemed to get a minimal light, shining directly on his eyelids.
He blinked a few times, then opened his eyes, and when... He saw what was in front of him, a simple wooden house roof.
"Kunti! Look Tirta is awake!" Astri shouted, as soon as she saw Tirta regain consciousness.
Slowly... Tirta's eyes caught Kunti's figure, sitting beside him with a very anxious expression.
"Tirta... How—" his voice was held back, when at that time Tirta quickly hugged him tightly.
Astri widened her eyes, while Kunti gasped in confusion, the hug was so tight, like someone who didn't want to be left anymore.
Tirta's tears fell, for some reason, the sound of his crying sounded so sad, almost like tearing his soul.
"Don't... Don't leave me." He whispered softly without being able to stop sobbing.
Kunti was pensive, then her hand rose... Rubbing the head of the fierce figure who this time looked very fragile.
"Calm down Tirta... I won't leave you." Kunti said softly.
"Ugh... I don't know why the atmosphere has become heavy like this." Astri muttered in her heart.
But now Astri's eyes saw the two people softly, hugging each other gently. And in her heart... I don't know why the whisper to keep feeling this kept buzzing.
***
Several days passed, and since then... Made Tirta a little paranoid, and more than that... Something he saw when he was unconscious was clearly remembered.
And... Umberella Queen who at that time... Looked very similar to Kunti, it made Tirta's head almost feel like it wanted to explode from thinking about everything.
Now... He was standing on the other side of Monas, on Mr. Soekarno's direct orders, his head was too complicated to think about the current nervousness.
The atmosphere was warm, and it indicated a presence, unknowingly... Mr. Soekarno had been by his side, standing with both hands folded behind him elegantly.
"Sorry if this seems like forcing you Tirta, but I want to hear from you directly."
Tirta was silent for a moment, then the memory flooded his head.
"I don't know sir, what I remember... At that time it was Umberella Queen... It was definitely her." Tirta explained, his words stopping for a moment.
"And... I didn't feel her touching me or attacking me, and... Even my healing was useless at all."
Soekarno was silent hearing Tirta, then he nodded gently.
"Alright, thank you for your information, sorry because of my orders you got hurt at that time."
Tirta widened his eyes, then bowed his body respectfully.
"It's really inappropriate for you to apologize sir, I don't mind," he said.
They both looked down, as if enjoying the gust of wind that couldn't even penetrate their transparent bodies.
"Umberella Queen, and Umberella King, they are new threats." Said Mr. Soekarno.
"Umberella King?" Tirta asked in surprise.
"The nickname of the spirit you found at the festival."
The answer almost made him feel like he wanted to explode, his hands clenched tightly, Tirta growled softly, remembering his weakness at that time.
"Tirta." Called Mr. Soekarno.
Hearing himself being called, Tirta turned his head, giving all his full attention to the great and noble figure.
"I want you to stay away from Kunti."
The words felt like they had ripped apart and torn apart Tirta's heart, all his senses and body were shaking violently, and that voice... An absolute command.
"What... What do you mean sir? Why did you say that? What happened... What's wrong with Kunti?!"
Mr. Soekarno was silent, a gust of wind slowly crept between them, the silence dominated cruelly, and in that pause... Tirta felt like he was in chains, pressed by a difficult choice.