Girl Who Thrown Into Bhumi Javacekwara

Chapters 10. Theatricals

Anatari took a deep breath, scooping up his scattered calm. His stomach twisted to see the blood still seeping from the right side of the belly of the ill-fated man, pooling down his buttocks. His gaze rose on the wooden dindng behind the man's corpse. Anatari's mouth moved slightly open, reciting every single letter he read without making a sound. At first he did not understand, repeated it twice, then he understood it.

Although written using the Kawi script, but if read carefully will form a sentence that is easy to understand: Man hiding behind a mask will never be a messenger of the Gods. Simply put, it is a sentence in Indonesian written using Kawi Aksara.

"What does the message on the wall mean? To whom was the message addressed? Who was the man who was killed? For what reason was he murdered?" ask Anatari, slowly.

Abinawa blocked Anatari's source of curiosity with her body, saying, "I'll take you back to the princess."

"I haven't answered my question."

Abiwana's bright chocolate beads no longer show hospitality. "You don't have the credibility to know the answer."

Tak.

The attention of the four people who were inside the room was distracted by the sound coming from the roof. Abinawa signals Sagara to check outside. A few moments later, there was a sound of fighting from the left side outside the building. The loud thumping sound shook the wooden walls of the old warehouse, instinctively making Anatari jerk into the back of Abinawa.

"Taruna. Take Gusti Raden Ayu back to his residence," told Abinawa.

"Sendiko."

Abinawa flashed quickly sulusul Sagara who was busy serving the moves of someone whose face was hidden under a caping hat surrounded by black cloth. Abinawa observed the fights of the two from the edge of the sandy field behind her residence. Brow wrinkled. His right hand clenched in front of his waist, the left clenched furiously beside his body.

The energy in that person is much better than Sagara. He won't be able to hold it for long enough. If you force yourself, fear that person will issue a style that cannot be driven by Sagara.

Abinawa stuck one leg forward, pushing her body into the air. Anatari's screams sounded silent at once, making Abinawa withdraw the intention to help her Personal Guard Chief. Concentration's divided. His body slammed into the ground.

The man in the hat extended his hand to Anatari. The cadets dispelled his attack, resulting in his body bouncing backwards, passing the woman who stood trembling to see him. Anatari had witnessed a similar fierce fight before. He always felt excited and anxious when the magic swordsmen mandraguna fight the moves they mastered, trying to hurt each other, defeat, and even kill. He will also feel satisfied when criminals are brought to his knees asking for forgiveness. However, all of that was witnessed through a glass screen. While, right now, she is watching live, real time, real, in plain sight, and .. it feels so different.

Abinawa picked up some white stones nearby, throwing them at the assailant in full force. The three stones hit vital points on the neck, temples, and behind the ears. When his enemy's attention is distracted, Sagara hits his opponent's back with a deep force centered on his palm.

The man rolled forward. The cadet spread her arms in front of Anatari to let the woman take a few steps back from the person who had tried to attack her.

"Who are you?" Abinawa's words sounded calm. However, not with his eyes glistening sharp and cold.

Anatari sensed in his several encounters with Abinawa, the man had the aura of a noble son with perfect ethics, friendly, and calm. It was compared to three hundred and sixty degrees to what he saw tonight; cold, firm, and a bit of a cruel glint of eyes.

Instantly appeared a black shadow whose form was not so clear. The figure held one side of the man in the hat. It happened so fast, that Abinawa itself did not have time to dispel the disappearance of the two mysterious creatures.

"The climber" Anatari muttered, without him noticing.

Abinawa glanced at Anatari from the corner of her eye.

^^^(Panglimunan; one of the known occult sciences/studies in the archipelago, which is believed to have the ability to not be seen in the eyes of others)^^

Anatari ventured to ask, "What has really happened in your residence?"

Abinawa faced Anatari, her face was illuminated by torchlight and the other side was hidden in darkness, making Anatari unable to read with certainty what kind of expression Abinawa showed. Like two sides that represent the identity of the Crown Prince.

"Go back to the baby. I didn't drive you." Abinawa who used to talk quietly and a lot of pleasantries is now firm and straightforward, showing her superiority.

It is undeniable that his attitude is worth his charismatic stature.

I'm not praising him.

Anatari blocked the Abinawa road. "You committed a crime?"

Abinawa's forehead muscles twitch, get angry, but try to hold back. Fighting with women will only spend their energy in endless arguments, because after all women will always be right. When cornered, they will end it with tears. "Go home." There was a forced emphasis in the intonation of his voice.

Anatari alternately looked at the three men nearby. Being stubborn will not produce anything. Plus he was still shaken after seeing a bloody corpse for the first time in his life. He also could not ignore the condition of his own body that was definitely smashed apart after freefall from the nineteen-story building. Anatari shuddered in horror at the thought of his lifeless body swimming in his own pool of blood.

"alright. I'll do as you say." Anatari nodded at the two maids who had been watching on the sidelines.

Anatari did come out of the Abinawa residence, but did not return to the princess. He asked to meet with Janardana when the middle-aged man was about to rest on his bed.

"What made you come to see you all those nights? I hope you have a good reason for this." Janardana said lazily in the midst of drowsiness that struck.

"There's something you should see" Anatari said.

In the modern world, every criminal case can only be handled by the police, so in this middle of nowhere, Janardana is the one who has the privilege to take care of all criminal cases. Abinawa's uncle is an important person who takes care of the law and military Bhumi Javacekwara.

"What exactly? If it's not important, forget it."

"I hope you prevent this nagari successor from falling into error."

Janardana stroked her beard not long enough. "Uhm? Nagari's successor?"

Anatari nodded confidently.

The two men left for the Abinawa residence with four security guards who trailed behind with torches in hand.

Upon arrival in front of the gate of the Yuwaraja residence, they clashed with the security guards of the Abinawa residence who strictly prohibited impromptu visits, especially with the presence of the palace security forces. Actually they did violate the rules, which states that it is not permissible for anyone to visit the residence of the king, empress, and crown prince by bringing along the security soldiers of the kedaton. It is feared that it will lead to the assumption of an attempt to seize power by force.

Abinawa, Sagara, and Taruna were startled by the voices of Anatari and Janardana.

"Anatari brought my father here" said Sagara.

"Yuwaraja. What do we do now?" ask Taruna.

"Taruna, quickly clean up the wooden shed. Sagara ... You open the door," Abinawa ordered.

"Sendiko."

Anatari, Janardana, and three Abinawan residence guards were involved in the push. Anatari was determined to enter the Abinawa residence in any way to get an answer to his curiosity. They all froze as soon as they heard the sound of a high wooden door opening.

"Yuwaraja ordered the guests to come in" Sagara said.

Janardana entered first followed by Anatari. Sagara's black bead gleamed sharply as soon as there was movement of the four kedaton security soldiers about to tail inside. He put up a body in the middle of the door, staring fiercely at the four soldiers who were on standby.

Abinawa smiled welcoming the presence of uninvited guests. "Sugeng dalu, Uncle, and .. you again."

^^^(Sugeng dalu; Good night)^^

Anatari turned his face the other way. What kind of call is that!

I don't know what to call you yet Abinawa answered in her mind.

Of course Anatari could not know the man's thoughts, because only Abinawa had the ability to read the minds of her interlocutors.

"I didn't expect Uncle to stop by my residence this late at night to make an unnecessary noise. Is there really something so urgent to talk about?" Abinawa behaves respectfully, not with her words.

"I heard there was a tenant who managed to break into your residence. It's my job to confirm the truth of that. May Yuwaraja not be offended that I have to examine the entire residential neighborhood carefully. This is all for the sake of maintaining the security and safety of the successor to the throne of Javacekwara, "the reason Janardana.

Abinawa glanced at Anatari. "That was just a little commotion made by one of my drunken house guards." Abinawa's attention returned to Janardana. "I'm doing fine. Please Uncle come back to rest."

"I'm already here. Going back just like that will only tarnish my honor as Rakryan Tumenggung. So what should I say to Sri Maharaja when the charge of Yuwaraja's salvation waiver is thrown at me? If Yuwaraja had the answer, I would have come back as instructed." Janardana.

^^^(Rakryan Tumenggung; Government officials engaged in the field of leadership)^^

Anatari strongly expects any abominations that Abinawa has committed will be exposed and stopped as soon as possible. This concerns the decision he will take in order to reduce all his sins. In addition, Abinawa is the Crown Prince and Anatari. She wanted to make sure that her future husband was not an untouchable criminal given his family tree and his status in the Javacekwara nagari were top of the standings which were considered representatives of the Gods.

Wait for. Is this related to something?

Abinawa pulls up one corner of her lips. "Uncle will never be satisfied with any reason I will give. Alright. Please check as you like Uncle."

Janardana turned towards the archway.

"Let them in" Abinawa's permission.

Sagara responded by pulling over from where he was standing, giving the four Janardana subordinates access.

"Check out the entire neighborhood of Yuwaraja's residence. Report if there is anything suspicious," orders Janardana.

"Sendiko," said the four soldiers, in unison.

Abinawa continued to gaze towards Anatari. Soft and deep, but his lips flattened a cynical grin. Anatari is not an expert in expression. The look in his eyes and the opposite smile was completely incomprehensible to him. But, yes, managed to make Anatari's face heat up and blush red.

Janardana realized there was something between the two. "You-you"

"What did he say to Uncle?" cut Abinawa.

"You mean ... What did Anatari say?"

Abinawa did not respond.

"He told me that I must prevent this nagari successor from falling into error. It refers to you. But, what mistake have you made? That's why I'm here. You don't have to worry. I'll be fair" Janardana added.

Janardana is unbelievable. He should have kept his source secret. It is not in accordance with his position as Rakryan Tumenggung. If at any time Javacekwara engaged in war, feared instead of helping nagari to win the war, instead leaked the tactics of his own troops to the enemy. Ck. Ck. Ck. Javacekwara will not only be conquered, but also destroyed, because of the carelessness of his military leadership with a big mouth.

Anatari suddenly remembered something. Nagari's successor. It was Abinawa. The man who hides behind a mask. The mask? Doesn't that refer to a fake face? The show? mask. And the messenger of the Gods .. seems to refer to the position of the king or queen who has been glorified as an elected human messenger of the Gods who is expected to bring prosperity, glory, and the glory of the dragon he leads. If you think about it again, the bloody message: The man hiding behind the mask will never be a messenger of the Gods. Anatari glanced at the suspicious figure of Abinawa who seemed indifferent to the situation around her at this moment. What is the purpose of Abinawa performing?

"Report, Gusti. We found someone lying unconscious in a wooden shed" reported one of Janardana's subordinates.

"Take me there."

"Through here, Gusti."

Anatari was about to step after Janardana, but his arm was grabbed. The woman screamed pain. Abinawa doesn't seem to care. The man's hand was hot, inflicting pain on his arm. Anatari tried to escape from his grip. However, Abinawa is pulling him closer.

"Gebah," hissed Abinawa.

Anatari gasped at Abinawa's face at such a close distance, before finally venturing out to say, "I won't act rashly if you tell me the truth."

"Oh. Is this how you find out? Turns out you're a complaining man" Abinawa sneer.

"I just want to make sure that the man I'm getting married to isn't a criminal. And, Gusti Janardana has the right position to help me figure it out."

Abinawa's forehead is deep-seated. "Criminal? Whatchu mean?"

"A criminal who does not hesitate to make every effort to achieve his goals" Anatari said.

Abinawa did not think that Anatari's bad thoughts on her were so strong. "A criminal. Me? Gee. Then, can you guess what my goal is?"

"I don't know it yet." Anatari gave the answer too quickly.

Abinawa.

Janardana felt awkward seeing the closeness of Anatari and Abinawa in a place that was not too bright lighting. He cleared his throat, approached the two, along with four of his subordinates plus a young man whom Anatari knew.

The dimpled woman turned to Janardana's entourage and almost fainted. Abinawa grabbed Anatari's waist swiftly, holding him back from falling.

How could he possibly live again?