Bring Back The Glory

”Neighing…” The sound of horses pulling an open carriage in the middle of the cobbled dirt road

”Mr. Sarmin when will we arrive?” A young voice rang out from the open carriage of the horse-drawn carriage.

From there was seen a young man in his early 20s, wearing simple but neat clothes.

”About 4-5 hours sir, if the weather is good,” replied Mr. Sarmin, the name of the horse-drawn carriage driver.

And the figure of the young man who asked then looked up at the sky, where the sun had just passed its peak.

Not strong with the heat, then he immediately asked to stop at a small shop.

”Sir, find a small shop, lets take a short break before continuing our journey” said the young man asking to rest.

”Okay sir” replied Mr. Sarmin again.

Until a few moments later they found a small tavern on the side of the road, parked the horses in the shade, then the two of them immediately entered the tavern.

While entering, the young man did not forget to look around from the shop, where the shop they were currently stopping at was a simple shop made of a collection of wooden boards and also woven bamboo to then be used as walls.

Seeing that the shop was standing around trees that were thick enough to make the atmosphere in the shop look very beautiful, entering the shop the young man saw that there were several visitors enjoying their lunch, only when he saw the dishes served, the young man had to sigh.

Because the food choices in the shop seemed very limited, in the shop the young man saw that only a few foods were available, which included fried tempeh, fried tofu, fried bananas, and also some simple side dishes that are used as a meal when eating together with rice.

To drink alone, only water is available and also plain and sweet tea, no coffee or soft drinks.

But even so, the young man didn really mind it because it often went by which time after adjusting to his new identity it could be said he was getting used to it.

”Maam, ordered rice rames with fresh tea,” the young man ordered food from the shopkeeper.

”Mr. Sarmin, what do you want?” The young man asked the coachman who accompanied him.

”Ahh… Ill just banana fried and tea sir, is enough!” Mr. Sarmin answered shyly.

”Don hesitate, with me where are you full of fried food, after all we still have a few hours left of our journey,” said the young man to Pak Sarmin in a reminiscent tone.

”I don feel well sir, I often treat you to food,” replied Mr. Sarmin with a red face, imagining the journey he took to take his landlords son to the big city for the past few days, on the way every time they stayed and also stopped at a shop, His youth has always treated him very kindly and humanely, and this is something he is very grateful for.

It was just that he who was used to being a coachman obviously wasn used to being treated like that.

However, what Mr. Sarmin didn know was that the young master in front of him was not the real young master who accompanied him during the trip, the young master in front of him had another identity that had miraculously replaced the young masters position.

”Ok, don talk about it, let me take care of it” said the young man again and made a decision to order another portion of the same food as himself.

And soon their orders came immediately, and without further ado, the two of them immediately devoured the food that was in front of them.

Until they were both full and rested enough, the young man then asked for the bill,

”Madam, how much is it all?” asked the young man.

”So 30 Cen sir” replied the shopkeepers mother.

Hearing this figure, the young man only complained in his heart, how cheap this price is to eat 2 rice full of side dishes and plus some fried food, don forget 4 cups of tea in addition, only worth 30 Cen.

”Its maam” replied the young man and then paid, after paying the two of them immediately went out of the shop, where they were already greeted by a 10 year old little boy, who currently appeared to have black skin with full-patched clothes, serving their horse with spirit.

And again the young man had to shake his head about the conditions that existed this year, he still clearly remembers, as poor as a child in his time, will not be like the child in front of him today, who looks thin and small and wears clothes full of patches, Eagerly watered their horses.

”Have you fed it?” The young man asked the little boy in front of him.

”Yes sir, I have fed him enough grass and drinking water,” replied the little boy with a shy face.

Seeing his responsible attitude, the young man was very happy because it was very rare for him to see a child of this age who was so responsible in his era.

”Ok this is your gift” the young man gave the little boy 10 cents.

And the little boy was surprised and also happy, ”This….master is too much!” Said the little boy happily but sincerely reminded the young man.

”Its okay you can take it” the young man replied with a smile.

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Continuing their journey, now the young man and Mr Sarmin were chatting on the sidelines of their trip.

”Master didn you pay too much for the little boy?” Ask Mr. Sarmin to start a conversation.

”No, I just feel happy Mr. Sarmin” replied the young man.

”But sir, with that much money, in the village we can buy 5 liters of rice,” said Pak Sarmin complaining.

”Hahaha… Mr. Sarmin sharing it is a good thing, anyways I don lack either” replied the young man again.

And when Mr. Sarmin listened to the reason for the shooting of his young master for some reason he felt sick, but on the other hand the young man only smiled wryly because for him the value of 10 cents was very small, he who came to this era could be said to be surprised and also stunned and what he saw.

He who can only see all the scenes that are currently being experienced from history books and also some video clips that exist on various media platforms, now when he experiences it himself feels very unreal, Luckily later when he traced the original owner of the body which he currently occupies himself quite gratefully.

He who had suddenly occupied this original youths body was shocked at first, until after a moment of adjustment he finally accepted the fact that he had crossed, yet… again later he also realized that the place he had shifted to was similar to the earth in his previous life except that there were a few the objects here, and the name of the planet he is currently living on is called planet Emas, for the rest he finds similarities in history, culture, politics and others which can be said to be just repeating history with different perceptions and also different figures.

Because the identity of the young man he replaced was a son of a landlord who was quite famous in his hometown, so that in terms of life it could be said that he had a much better life than most of the people there.

”Mr Sarmin, when will our country become independent?” Suddenly a young mans voice was heard from behind.

And Mr. Sarmin who heard the words of his young master panicked, and immediately stopped their horses.

”Neigh,” the horses voice stopped.

”Sir…don talk carelessly” said Mr. Sarmin in a panicked tone and looked around. Fortunately, at this time the road they were on was very quiet and there was no one else, he breathed a sigh of relief Mr. Sarmin said again.

” Young master, I was assigned by the big master to take you safely to Surabaya, so I hope the young master doesn make trouble like this, have mercy on me and my family young master!!” Mr. Sarmin said in a pleading and pleading tone.

”Ahhh…..ok..ok…I won ask Mr. Sarmin again about this, lets continue” replied the young man in a helpless tone.

On the other hand, after listening to the promise from his young master, Mr. Sarmin was grateful and said thank you, until they continued their journey there was no more conversation between the two of them.

However, Mr. Sarmin may feel guilty or uncomfortable when he reopens the topic of their conversation. ”Young master, I understand young masters point, however at this time we cannot speak openly and frankly, because master may know that there are too many traitors!!!” Mr. Sarmin said in an angry tone.

”Yes I know about that, and I would be much more careful,” the young man replied.

”Thank God, if the young master understands, you must remember clearly that many villagers depend on the big master, and the punishment for rebellion is the abolition of the entire village or even exile,” said Mr. Sarmin again.

And the young ma