Bayu van Dirgantara

Prologue: Introduction

My name is Bayu, Bayu van Dirgantara. Strange name i know, but that's my name, and i can't deny it. Denial is a bad thing, and also, it's my birth name, which is given by my parents.

For now on, i'm standing on the side of the road, waiting someone to come by. That's for what, and whom, also for where. For when, it's afternoon, when the sun is high above my head.

Precisely, as an answer i was searching for today. That's for why, for how.

Let me tell you.

It's began at yesterday, at the dark night. After i finished my work on the woodshop. As i'm done, i'm taking a break first, sitting on the old wooden bench, at the side of the room.

"Ba-bayu, it's enough for today, you can go home now." As my boss said.

"Sure sir, and also i'm fainted, so i'll go home soon, taking a rest, relaxing my mind and my body, so i can working again for tomorrow." My answer.

"I'm glad to hear that you're happy to work here."

"Sure sir, i guarantee you sir, that i'll be happy to work here."

"Wait for a minute Bayu, i'll give you some gift."

"Ok sir, thank you very much."

He smiled, and leaving the room, going upstair. As my boss leaved me, or i usually call him Mr. Luger. Luger Bartolomew, what a name for sure. Luger sound like a name from German Empire, and Bartolomew are from Spanish, it's cool actually i guess.

I sat down on under the light of a lantern, bright and dim for some point. From the bright of that lantern, there's shown a parchment, displayed right on the side of that lantern, written clearly, a motto for this woodshop.

"Lots of work, doesn't mean to be risky, but lots of work, is what we needy." Somehow it's pretty childish, but this motto is giving the worker on here the spirit. Somehow.

In other side, there is a table, a medium sized table, complete with my carving, as the people order. Memoir of every hard work i've put while i'm working in here, but now it's feel empty, because of the less people order for today.

Anyway, i hear that my boss walking downstair, opening the door to my room, approaching me, and handing a bag full of fragrant tea, and bitter of course.

"Oh yeah, here a bag of tea for you, not much, but cosidering that you like tea, i'll give it to you today, accept it."

"Thank you sir, what a pleasure to take this bag of tea from you."

"Your welcome." I'm taking that bag of tea, and keep it in my little bag. I hope that i can reply his kindness someday.

Not long enough, Mr. Luger leave from my room, i'm getting up, then i'm cleaning my table from garbage. Considering it's a late night order. I'm cleaning the room too, by sweeping it, and take care the garbage.

As i walked out from my room, i'm feeling fresh again. After today's work, somehow, it gave me spirit to do something.

"Finally i'm done. I'm going home Mr. Luger, see you tomorrow."

"Sure Bayu. See you tomorrow."

Then i get out from the woodshop, while i hear jingling from a bell above the woodshop door. And then i'm outside.

"Hmmm.... Aaahhh... Fresh night air." Yeah, Before many smokes covering this area. But still, i still feeling fresh as i smell the air tonight.

Grestown, beautifull town, as beautifull as it imagine. Lighting up Britain with the hard worker in the town. As it is, this place is the highest support for Britain for it's economy.

Fascinating, even tough there is no one care. Only using name and order, this town will work by itself, doesn't care whom is ordering this town to work. Even tough it's a beggar, or any noble people, it will be done with a hardwork.

Because of it's beauty too, this town is the best place outlet to every unusual people, unusual incident, and unusual affairs.