Not knowing what else to do in the big, dull room, Aryan finally chose to tidy up the books that were scattered on the floor, as well as old rolls of paper, and other things.
One by one everything that was scattered on the floor was returned by the boy to the bookshelf. Except for the fallen bookcase, he had tried to lift it, but because he was still a kid and his strength wasn't big enough to be able to return the shelf to its original position. So, Aryan just left that one shelf, but not with its scattered books. He collected and arranged the books on a long teak table.
A few hours later, the boy sat on a chair near the long table, he was panting with sweat dripping down his face and all over his body.
He glanced at the big door, the condition of the door was still the same, Prince Andhika didn't seem to intend to let him out, he thought.
