"I don't know," Satya shrugged. "Say, in my time, the Kaca Benggala was always associated with mystical things. Something ancient, sacred—yeah… that sort of thing."
"Oh, I see?" Lathifa bit her fingernail. "But, isn't this something odd?"
"Odd?"
"I mean," they circled the big mirror again and stopped in front of the mirror. "With Master Kencana deliberately keeping this huge mirror in this secret room?"
"Yeah," Satya nodded slightly. "Something that can reflect on me, huh?"
"Hey," Lathifa glanced at the handsome face beside her. "I don't think it's just about the Kaca Benggala."
"You think so?"
"If only you didn't think like Master Kencana," said Lathifa. "I don't think we'll ever find this room, ever."
"I guess you're right."
"I know, right? That means," said Lathifa. "The word of reflecting on you is not only about a mirror, but also about you who reflects Master Kencana himself."
