ing in disagreement, but

nce and answers. We should respect that process. If the ancestors tru

to speak yet. Meanwhile, their grandfather,

ition is not just about uniting two families, but also about balancing emotions

e what she had just heard. Her eyes glistene

argue against it. His expression remained stiff as he finally said, "Fine.

Uncle. I promise I will find

t had fallen, and the cool breeze brushed against her face. For the firs

, Sis," sh

not just my little sister, Ayu. You are also a Baline

to find her true answer. And for that, she might h

llage swayed unnaturally, and the usually quiet dogs began howling. So

A pemangku had just returned from meditation an

ravely. "The ancestors have given us a sign. If we

near the temple had fallen, its roots torn from the ground despite the absence of a

e ..." an elder whispered. "If it has fallen wit

ing from the ancestors. Others linked it to the recent

verheard the village elde

f this imbalance," one of them said. "In our tradition,

be connected to her? Should she really get married j

't let them pressure you with this. If the ancestors truly

Ayu began having

he Gates of Heaven at Pura Lempuyang, staring at her in silence. The

time is r

g unsettlingly real. Was this the true sign she had

gaze drifted toward the courtyard, haunted by the dream that refused to leave her mind. The old wo

yu with concern. "You're still thi

I need to understand ... something bigger than thi

he answer together. We can go to a Jero Mangku and

Sri's suggestion. She kne

Tirta

air carried the scent of incense, blending with the crisp morning breeze, creating a serene atmosphere. Se

th a wise smile. "What are you seeking, my chil

as though the ancestors are trying to tell me s

small offering before gesturing fo

ify not just your body, but also your heart. The a

as she bent under the first spout. Each drop felt like

something strange-not a voice, not a whisper, but a presence. A deep, overwhelmi

ned. The old woman at the Gates of Heaven appear

ition-it is also about following your hea

d instantly o

Sri, who was watch

e trembled, but there wa

o Pura Lempuyang. I

g sky was painted in golden-orange hues, stretching above the majestic Mount Agung. A gentle breez

she might encounter there. Step by step, she walked past the smaller shrines along the path

wisps of clouds hovering over its peak. The evening sun cast its golden light

de her. "Do what y

ling before the gate. She pressed he

ve me a sign. But if there is another path

like a comforting touch. Then, in the stillness

g before her was someone she neve