My second husband Prince Jin
Chapters. 176 Princess Arryan's Travel Notes (Part 1)

I'm not dead..I can't die now. I'm immortal... Thank you, dear." she said as she ran to hug the husband. The anger in the heart of the woman who thought that the husband deliberately wanted to kill her instantly disappeared.

" Yes, honey. Now you believe that we will be together forever. Don't be mad anymore."

Asmi nodded and smiled happily. She was now a half-immortal woman, he thought.

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Princess Arryan's Travel Notes

In the morning I woke up and got ready - ready to go to the airport. Today, four medical students and I from my college are going to Palu. They are Tyas, Afdal, Tano, and Melda. Our departure was all in order to carry out the KKN in one of the remote villages in the city of Palu, Central Sulawesi.

I myself did not expect at first if I would choose the village located on Celebes Island as the destination of KKN. The village is very remote. Even the location of his existence is not listed on the map. But the reason why the name of the village appears in the list of villages where KKN destination on the list.

Finally, after booking tickets to Palu, my four friends and I finally left for Palu with a morning flight at 08.15.

If you follow the activities on schedule, then the day after tomorrow is the first day me and my friends began to carry out KKN in the village.

Before going to this place, we have obtained information from relevant parties about the location and place of our KKN. It is located in the village of Wentira. A very remote village located in Parigi Moutong Regency, Sigi city, Palu, Central Sulawesi. That said, this village is located far in the interior of Donggala forest and is in the highlands. Until now, the village of Wentira has not been in contact with civilization because of the difficulty of access to get there.

At 08:00 I, Melda, Tyas and Afdal had gathered at the airport. Just waiting for Tano. After a while, Tano finally appeared as well. The Japanese-Sundanese crossbreed guy half ran to where we were gathered.

" Sorry, guys. I'm stuck jammed...! " he said with breath.

As per the flight schedule, our plane took off at 08:30.

The Jakarta - Palu trip takes about two hours local time.

At 11:30, our group was already in the city of Palu. From Kendari City, the capital of Palu we then continue the journey to the city of Sigi. Apparently the journey has not ended because it then still continues until it reaches Parigi Moutong district.

In Sanalah, our presence has been awaited by two men and a woman who he said were emissaries from the village of Wentira. Two men introduced themselves to us. The tall and slightly gondrong skinny man was named Taju. There was a tiger head tattoo on his left hand. The man wore a black koas combined with black material pants and a cursory shirt similar to a silat shirt that was also black.

The other man, named Sira. The man is more proportional. His body is quite high with a weight that I believe is very in accordance with the size of his height that supports. Sira looks a lot younger than Taju. I don't think his age is much different from ours.

While the woman, who I later knew was named Kenanga. Strange woman, I think, because ever since I met her, she's been avoiding me. He seemed reluctant to be around me. I suspect that the woman knows my true identity.

Those three people then happened to be road guides for the five of us.

In Parigi Moutong district we had to spend the night in an inn because according to Taju, we could not continue the trip to the village of Wentira because the day was already late in the afternoon.

The next day, early in the morning - early in the morning we were all ready - ready to go straight to the location.

After a long journey of approximately eight hours, then we arrived at a small village in the middle of the jungle celebes.

I was the last one to get out of the car. While my four friends had gone down first following our three pickups who were now walking in front of us to a house that was the largest in size.

The house is located in the middle of the village which only consists of a few houses. According to the data we obtained, there are about twenty-seven heads of families living in this village of Wentira.

The location of one house with another house is a little far apart. But there is something strange about the shape of the building in this village. If generally the houses in the village are identical to the simplicity of the building, then in this village, all these things will not be found. All the houses are built with very beautiful and luxurious shapes and architecture. And the most beautiful and luxurious of course the house in the middle of the village. The village head house of Wentira.

I stared in amazement at the houses - houses lined up neatly to the right of the concrete road. There is even a beautiful little mosque. The architecture of the mosque is mogul-style with a golden green layer on the dome.

While the house of the village chief is the house we are heading to at this time. The house stands most magnificently with European-style buildings and moguls. The courtyard is wide with a very beautiful flower garden.

Here, we are all now, in the house of the village chief Wentira.

With a feeling of amazement we all set foot into the spacious and beautiful courtyard of the village chief's house.

Lost is all in our minds the paradigm of abandoned villages that has been a general picture of the existence of remote villages in Indonesia, what we had in mind before we set foot into this place. What we all have in mind right now is... This is a lost paradise..!

From a distance, some people looked like they were waiting for our arrival. To be honest, there was a strange feeling in my heart just after setting foot for the first time in this village earlier. I don't know.I think I feel like I'm going back to my hometown, which is the palace of the Angel Hill.

Finally, we came face to face with the village chief of Wentira. The middle-aged man with a slightly dark complexion and still a strong and dashing look was standing straight right before me. Staring intently at myself as if - looking deep into my heart. He smiled in a friendly manner to welcome us all.

" Welcome to our village, brothers and sisters. My name is Saharuddin. I am the village head of Wentira. You may call me by the call of Mr. Sahar. Like the villagers call me. As long as the brothers carry out the KKN in my village, you can ask us for any help. We will all be happy to serve and help you" he said kindly.

After introducing ourselves to the host and some community leaders who happened to be present there at the time, we were also served a meal together by them at the place they had prepared before. They seemed to have prepared a pretty festive welcoming event for our arrival like a great guest to be honored.

Which I could not understand, from where they got all the groceries in front of us. The problem is.the food in front of us is not the food that is generally served by villagers to the guests. But the food they serve is a luxury food that can only be found in big cities. Like Rendang, grilled chicken and also bread with various flavors. Even fruits such as grapes, pears, and apples.

In the evening, we stayed in a house that was prepared for us to live in. The house consists of one living room, two bedrooms, a kitchen and two bathrooms. What makes me wonder again is, they have also prepared all our needs during our stay in this house.

The three of me with Tyas and Amel occupied a room near the kitchen. Tano and Afdal occupy the room in front.

The night is getting late. Due to exhaustion, both of my roommates had already fallen asleep first. I still can't close my eyes. My mind is filled with questions about the irregularities that occur in this village.

The longer it takes, the more strange it feels to me. From where they obtained the materials to build the mansions. Although the size is not too big. However, the cost to build a house alone I estimate in the hundreds of millions. What is the work of the people in this village? It is impossible if they only work as ordinary farmers, can build mansions. My brain thought hard to find an answer to all this until I finally got tired of myself and fell asleep unconsciously.

At midnight, I was jolted awake from being startled by a loud sound like a falling object coming from outside the house. I rushed to open the door and half ran out of the house.

Strange as it is, all my friends are still sleeping in their rooms. They all seemed to have heard no sound. What might be the effect of fatigue due to long trips make them sleep like buffalo.