That night, Alya sat by her window, watching the moonlight fall over the fields.
Mak Dira's words kept echoing in her mind "You made a promise long ago… but you failed."
She closed her eyes, and once again, sleep pulled her into something deeper than dreams.
She was standing in the same village but it wasn't the Rarang she knew.
The houses were made of wood and straw, the sky clear, and in front of her stood a boy.
Ardan.
But not the Ardan she knew now his clothes were from another time, his voice softer, almost musical.
> "Alya," he said gently, "when the land forgets us, I'll find you again. No matter how long it takes."
She reached out, tears filling her eyes. "But what if I forget you?"
He smiled sadly. "Then I'll remind you."
The world around them started to crumble the ground splitting, the fields burning with light.
Alya screamed his name as he disappeared into the white glow.
She woke up gasping, her hands trembling.
The same words she heard in her dream still echoed in her head.
> "I'll remind you."
Her phone vibrated again. A new message from Ardan.
> Ardan: "Alya… I saw it too."
Her eyes widened. "You mean?"
> Ardan: "The past. The promise. I think… we were here before."
Alya pressed a hand to her heart. Everything finally made sense the connection, the photos, the feeling that they had met long ago.
Maybe love really could cross time.
But before she could reply, another message appeared one that made her blood run cold:
> Unknown Number: "Promises must be kept. Or Rarang will take him again."
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