Heavenly Fields

While Melianor rested in her work hall with the tea still available, Theria walked casually to his field. He promised to provide fresh food for Melianor who planned to enter the Ruang Rupa for an indeterminate time. On that silent journey, Theria could only hope that Melianor didn't take long to find an answer.

Theria was wearing casual clothes when entering the field. He paused at the periphery to watch his plants flourish. He could see some people who were taking care of the fields seemed calm and comfortable with the plants around them.

Theria took a deep breath of air. He could smell the flowers of chili plants, tomatoes, and various other newly bloomed plants. He then walked to the area of the plant that had already borne fruit. There he met Azaila who immediately straightened her body and waved cheerfully at him. Azaila saw Theria's arrival from the corner of her eye while pulling out the grass.

"What are you willing to take?" Azaila asked as she lifted her hat and then placed it on her chest. It looks sweet with a farm uniform.

"I need all the fruits and vegetables. Melianor will need a lot of energy," Theria said with a smile.

"Okay. Wait here, I will call the others to help," Azaila said.

Theria nodded. She is a capable coordinator, Theria thought while observing Azaila's ingenious and light move calling the other Azaila. They then discussed what could be presented and would be suitable to increase Melianor's energy. Some Azaila people then moved to work to pick fruits and vegetables as requested by Theria. Meanwhile, Theria also picked.

"I heard something from Azaila who didn't like change," said Azaila the farmer putting lemons in a basket. She and Theria picked some Lemon because Theria revealed they would make Lemon juice.

"What's it about?"

"About Elia," Azaila said cheerfully as she pushed the trolley. They are now walking toward the vineyard.

"What's wrong with her? oh, Azaila who doesn't like change has a certain opinion?"

Azaila the farmer is aggrieved.

"She said Elia had hidden powers and she wished Elia was on Madam Melianor's side."

Theria tried not to glance at Azaila the farmer. He also tried not to overreact.

"Yes, she is right. I hope so too."

"Do you have any guesses about what Azaila who doesn't like that change is about Elia having hidden powers?"

Theria shakes. "No. I don't want to guess.

Azaila put the fruit troll on the edge. She then took special scissors to pick grapes from a shelf made of rattan. The scissors she gave Theria were made of sharp bamboo blades.

They forget about the conversation that has already started. They enjoyed picking wine and kept picking other fruits. Their conversation eventually centered on how to keep plant cultivation awake. News about pests and so on. The exciting conversation around organic farming makes their working time not feel long.

Theria and Azaila the farmer returned to their starting meeting point. When they arrived near the small cottage that had been the location of Theria shelter, they saw that various vegetables, fruits, herbal medicinal plants, and spices had been collected neatly. Far from where they were, there were hordes of flower plants. They are separated by hedges that stand neatly parallel to herbal plants.

"Having 1000 bodies is very efficient," Theria told Azaila. The woman laughed out loud. She was amused by the praise given by Theria.

"You are, like the first time You've seen how I work," Azaila said happily.

Theria observed all those vegetables, fruits, herbal medicinal plants, and spices with satisfaction. Everything looks fresh, contains a lot of energy, and the taste is certainly purely heavenly.

"Well, thank you for your help," Theria said to Azaila who also seemed satisfied with her work.

"I am always happy to help. From then until now I have always loved farming. You gave me a place to be a real farmer. When I saw them grow and contain heavenly energy, I wanted to cry out of happiness," Azaila wiped away the tears that mischievously appeared in her eyes.

Theria smiled, "I will make good use of it."

Azaila then bowed respectfully to the vegetables, fruits, herbs, and spices that had been picked. "Thank you very much," Azaila said with disbelief. Her grateful sincerity in her planting results made Theria feel incubated by the energy of heaven.

"I'm going to move it," Theria asked Azaila for permission.

Azaila face glowed softly. Could it be because of the happy tears that had just been shed or were it because of her gratitude and calmness in sending her crops to be eaten by Melianor? Theria didn't know which one was the correct answer. He began to assume all the answers were correct because Azaila was happy when she heard he came to pick up groceries for Melianor. He was also happy when picking them one by one. Azaila even picked up naming while singing a song for papaya fruit that ripened on the tree.

Theria raised his hand. He moved his palm from left to right. His long, fairy-distinctive fingers made the vegetables, fruits, herbs, and spices make a magical journey after arriving at Melianor's favorite dining room. Theria's charisma shone brightly when he did such a thing.

"You never lose touch with art," Azaila praised after seeing Theria's action.

"Thank you, I always take care of her, because that's what makes me who I am. You are also Azaila, you love your job and it makes you who you are. Isn't this the best gift of our existence?"

"You are right."

Theria smiled. His two palms suddenly landed on Azaila's shoulders.

"I'm amused that you suddenly use your name," Theria said with an exasperated face made up in front of Azaila.

Azaila grinned then the two laughed. "It's been a long time since we joked like this?"

"I got goosebumps when you said it," Theria said as he rubbed her biceps arm.

Suddenly something seemed to resuscitate the two. They were silent and silence became the third person. Theria turned over, then with an attitude as he had just heard the bad news, he said, "Azaila, you probably already know what might happen out there. If that has an impact on us... I hope you are ready."

Azaila initially stared at the ground, but then she looked up at her chin again confidently.

"We've been through a difficult time, so I must have been better prepared to deal with it."

Theria was relieved to hear Azaila's answer. He turned around and looked at Azaila with a look grateful for Azaila's intransigence.

The words were spoken by Azaila calmly and in a deep voice. The blowing wind brought some dry leaves between them. Theria could feel the heavenly field giving a strong signal that it was ready to accept whatever the Gelombang did to the universe later.

"Well. Because I got what I needed, I'm going back to the Mansion," Theria said. His sentence also summarized the message, we still haven't given up on calming Gelombang down.

Azaila nodded in understanding. She waved cheerfully and gracefully at Theria who walked to the exit and directed him back to the Melianor Mansion in a short time.

Theria entered the dining hall. This room is different from the dining room where Elia ate before. This room is wider, as the name implies the dining hall. This room became Melianor's favorite to eat. This room was specially designed by Theria with the concept of relaxation while eating. Therefore, the scene in front of Theria at this time was simply amazing. The mist between the valleys is like a tempting sweet arum, equipped with a fragrant flower-studded garden and a mountainside. The integrated color of the sky and valley makes it look like a matcha cake accompanied by a glass of lemon juice. It feels refreshing when turning a little to the right, there is a waterfall that falls among the clouds. Could it be too much if it is called a heavenly scene?

Now Theria enjoys the privilege while mixing his groceries. Everything planted in the Heavenly Field had high supernatural and spiritual energy.

The magi content is very large, said Theria while observing a carrot. Next to carrots are potatoes, beans, mustard, and a variety of other vegetables. He arranged them one by one on the table. After arranging them with great respect to their creator, Theria picked up the knife. He took a breath first before slicing them one by one and serving them slickly on a serving plate or bowl.

Melianor will probably spend it all because she will go to the Ruang Rupa. It takes extra strength to survive an indeterminate amount of time. While in the room she will fast. When she comes out later, I will also prepare the best for her. Now I have to focus first on her journey into the Ruang Rupa. That place cannot be underestimated. Moreover, Melianor's purpose of entering there is not trivial.

Theria had finished peeling of potatoes skin. He continued to the next potato. There were only three potatoes peeled. He deliberately took enough materials and cultivated them as well as possible.