In 1667, on the north coast of Java, the sea breeze brought the aroma of spices. Under the old randu tree, Ki Demang Wiralaga sat waiting for Pieter van Hout from VOC.

Pieter came with two soldiers. Next to Ki Demang, a girl in ivory white dress pours tea—her daughter, Sekar Ayu. Her skin is ripe, her hair is neatly bunned, her elegance steals attention.

"Ki Demang," a heavy voice with a foreign accent greeted. A tall, pale-skinned man with a long coat approached him. Behind him, two armed soldiers were watching.

"Welcome, Mr. Pieter van Hout," Ki Demang replied calmly. "Let's sit down. We talked about it well."

"Monggo dangu, nggih." she said while still bowing respectfully then stepped back next to ki demang.

Pieter just looked at the girl with an inexplicable look, then he turned his gaze to ki demang, "We want to make a trade agreement. This village is rich in pepper and cloves. We are ready to buy all the harvest at a favourable price," said pieter without further ado.

Ki Demang frowned. "The price is favourable for whom, sir?"

Pieter smiled slightly. "Of course for both parties. But it should be noted, we want monopoly rights. Not allowed to sell to other traders. If you violate..."

Pieter stood up, his eyes were cold. "we don't like rejection, Ki Demang. We bring a treaty or a war.”

With a heavy heart, Ki Demang signed the agreement. Pieter smiled with satisfaction. "According to the agreement, the girl came with me."

Ki Demang was surprised. "What do you mean Sir?!"

Pieter raised his eyebrows. "Backyard, Ki Demang. The VOC has the right to choose women from this village." Ki Demang face hardened. Ki Demang didn't expect Pieter to be so cunning.