“Are we going east?” Loimi looked around.
“No, we are not going East or West. We are going straight into the Sea. It is here that the Java Sea meets the Sunda Java Trench. It is here that the Australian Plate begins.”
“What?” Loimi sprang up, for she quite did not expect that.
“Yes, very much!” Golmak nodded his head vigorously.
“But do we have something to wear? I haven’t bought anything as such.” Loimi and Limie stood with their hands up in the air.
“I have it for all of you. Oxygen masks, suits, and headbands, yes. I shopped for both of you.” Golmak nodded again, with a smile on his face.
“But, then how do you even get in. We might get caught.” Limie looked around.
They were quite far from Mount Agung and the shoreline had some other tourists. Some were looking at the direction of Mount Agung, perhaps they wanted to go for a trekking but then the trio were not heading that way. Originally that is what Golmak had told them though.
“What are you hiding exactly? Can you describe your plan please?” Limie demanded now that Golmak was all smiles.
“Yes, I will tell you now, before we enter the waters.” He adjusted the straps of the heavy bag which hung from his lean shoulders like a huge stone from a weak twig.
“Yes, tell us the plan. We need to know.” Limie repeated herself.
“The plan is, we will take a small boat, travel to the middle of the Sea and dive down. I have spoken to a local sea boat unit and they have agreed to take us in.”
“But do you know if sea diving is even allowed here?” Limie questioned back.
“Yes, it is not permitted but to reach the real temple, this is the only way. The real temples have all been hidden under water. The next two are in India and we need to visit them too, and the other two in the line.”
“There are five temples? Hidden temples? What kind of temples are they?” Limie’s jaw fell open.
“Yes there are five temples on the main Ley line across the oceans. Indian Ocean has three, one is in the Atlantic Ocean and the other one is in the Pacific Ocean.”
“What?” Loimi was hearing more than what she heard the last time. She thought the temple would be distinctly visible and she would enter it easily or worse, a small trek up the mountain.
“Why didn’t you tell us, we would have never come. I don’t think I want to take her in, no.” Limie objected to Limie’s journey.
“Ut, she would be fine. Didn’t you see how she was in the waters for more than an hour, and how she did not sink, nor die. Do you think I don’t know about the hologram that sits on Loimi’s arm? You may not show it to me but I know. She is the key, you are also the key and I need to take you where you belong.”
Limie and Loimi looked at each other. Loimi nodded sideways to Limie, who was gazing down at her daughter like she had done a crime.
Succumbing to the heat that was palpable now, Golmak interrupted, “Ohhh hohoho. She didn’t tell me. She is innocent.”
“Fine. But who am I?” Limie asked back.
“Yes, your memory restorations need to be done. That is not possible till we reach the temple. It is thus, I have brought you here. Now say I am wrong.” Golmak curled his right hand into a fist and thumped it onto the left open palm.
“So are you ready?” Golmak asked now.
“But how do you know I have a severed memory? I am not my original self?” Golmak pointed out.
Snehashree is a content creator by profession and writer by passion. She is a storyteller, poet, and abstract artist besides being a content writer. She has published her works of poetry on Amazon and several online magazines. She moved into full time writing after spending a few years in the healthcare industry. A solivagant and an ardent animal lover, she regularly crafts interesting articles for her blog - TST.
When not writing, she can be found reciting poetries in poetry clubs, teaching kids the art of poetry, and reading avidly. You could visit her website and chat with her on Instagram.
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