You can sleep in my room

Nhamso rushed out and invited Xuan Yuan in. Xuan Yuan hesitated, he knew his presence was not wanted. But he didn't care about that. All he wanted to do was bury his face under the pillow, disappear for a moment if only for one night. No matter how uncomfortable the pillow or cot that his bed would be tonight, it was only to release his heart's sorrow.

Xuan Yuan sat still, eyes staring dimly at the ground beneath his feet. "Here's the tea" Nhamso served a cup of hot tea "Sorry we don't have anything to serve" she said again, smiling, showing a flash of yellow light in her teeth, the reflection of the oil lamp "You can sleep in my room later" she continued hoping the last sentence gets a rebuttal or whatever to break up the awkwardness.

"Sorry for the trouble" Xuan Yuan finally said with only a quick glance at Nhamso to sink his face back into the ground.

"Ohh...it's okay" said Nhamso awkwardly. "Ehm... I guess I'll just show you my room, maybe you want to rest early" she offered, another thing she didn't know what else to say. Besides, she didn't want her mother to think anything of the way she was close to him.

Xuan Yuan lifted his head slightly, maybe he wanted to show his face and say in agreement, but he didn't because he didn't want to show his sad face. Then he just nodded of his head in agreement. They stood walking through the narrow corridor full of goods, to the end of the corridor. On the right side there is a door opening with the door half open.

"This is my bedroom" she said after entering her room, "Sorry the room is narrow and cramped, only fit for one couch, a place for me to rest a tired soul after a day wandering around looking for peace" she forced a smile "one cupboard and one table"

"It's okay this is more than enough" Xuan Yuan said after looking around the room and returning a forced smile on his lips.

"Hmm... well then, I'll leave the tea on the table, have a good rest" she said shyly. Shame because the room is small, shame because there is nothing that can be said of valuable thing there. And she wanted to quickly leave her room as soon as possible. Get out of his sight.

"Good night," said Xuan Yuan in a small and tired voice.

Nhamso had disappeared behind the door as it closed behind her. Xuan Yuan was too tired to think, he plopped down on the couch. Sitting there, wanting to keep his mind away from what happened on the mountain earlier. He looked around the room again, recognizing the things around him. At least for a moment he can forget the pain of his heart.

On the table on the wall, there are three pictures. the picture in the middle, a figure sitting on a throne, surrounded by various colours of gems on the back, sitting on a pedestal of colorful lotus flowers, under the throne two lions are seen supporting the throne. The figure was so graceful, his face looked peaceful, as peaceful as the water in the mountain river earlier. Without the slightest suffering. Sit up straight but relaxed, very charismatic, authoritative, and wise. His left hand was lying in the middle above the folds of his legs, holding a bowl that seemed to be filled with water. The other one is left to droop on the pedestal of her legs crossed with her fingers pressing against the seat mat. In front of the throne, there was a golden engraving forming a drop of water, with a large dark blue gem in the center. Standing, on the support pole. There is also a white snail. A person who makes his heart at peace.

On the right of the picture there is another picture, a figure sitting on a throne of colourful lotus flowers, this one is mostly wearing ornaments that surround his body. On his head wears a crown of leaves that stand with the tips of the leaves sticking up, In the middle of each leaf is a colourful gem. His face was full of wisdom. his chest was only wrapped with a shawl, wrapped around his right shoulder to his waist and left slung there. A necklace hung around his neck with uniquely engraved gold and gems. His right hand was raised up, holding what could be said to be a sword with the tip of the sword in flames. his left hand holds the tip of a branch, above which a flower blooms and other flower buds are waiting to bloom. In the middle of the flower is a bunch of books. 'Why is there a book on the flower?' he thought inwardly. The legs are sitting cross-legged with the right leg on top and the left leg on the bottom.

To the left is another picture. This figure is different from the figure of the two previous images. This figure sat on a throne, but his legs were not crossed but sat like a person sitting on a chair. In the background of his throne stands a magnificent palace, complete with the ornaments of a palace building. His throne on this one look more majestic, carved with basic carvings of the shape of clouds that snaked around the edges of the throne, with every few centimetres attached beautiful gems. A crown of leaves adorns his head with the same carvings and jewels as his throne. On the crown sits the figure in the middle picture. The hands are joined at his chest with his fingers forming a symbol, where both the index and thumb fingers flank the flower stalk, which at the end of the stem blooms a pink flower. To the right above the flower is a wheel symbol. On the left, there is a gold engraving with drops of water, the same as the picture in the middle, the difference is that this engraving stand upside down with the top end stuck in the flower. This figure recalls more accessories from gold that are beautified with carvings. Two sheets of shawl wrapped around his body. His clothes looked like royal palace clothes. The feet rest on the red lotus flower instead of the white at the tip of the petals. Parallel to his feet sat four people complete with their respective styles and symbols. Charismatic and wise character.

On the table, there are seven drinking bowls filled with water, an oil lamp on the right, a plate of food offerings on the front slightly to the left. A stack of papers neatly arranged on a wooden placemat. "It looks like it's an altar," Xuan Yuan thought. "In this small space, there is still a small altar," he said with a small smile, amazement at the faith in the girl heart. he wishes he have faith in his heart as well. but to whom he could have for? his question hanging in his deep thought.

The rest was a small almost dilapidated wooden cupboard and cot, where he sat now.

Physical fatigue is now spreading throughout his body. Xuan Yuan laid his body on the couch with a thin cloth base containing a few tree branches. It didn't bother him anymore. His eyes were closed. He was fast asleep.