Girl Who Thrown Into Bhumi Javacekwara

Chapters 13. Truth

Mahesa tried to contain the anger that crawled towards the crown. As much as possible, he maintained all positive thoughts about his father's decision - even if it was difficult. In the end, he was always unlucky.

Her mother rebelled from the darkness of her eyes, driven by jealousy in the first empress who finally had a son. The position Yuwaraja once held should he relinquish back to the owner, although to him the beginning of the position was promised. Yuwaraja's duties outside Bhumi Javacekwara were always assigned to him because of Abinawa's weak body, while all of his hard work was in the name of Yuwaraja. Even now, something most precious was also snatched from him. Should he still hold back from seeing the heart of his heart being transferred to his sister?

Disappointment, sadness, and anger ran through his bloodstream. Absorbs into the liver, becoming a poison that frees itself from all pain.

The grip of Mahesa's hand loosened. Slowly raise your head with a face full of smiles. A smile that hurt his heart. "There's nothing I can say. The guidance of the Father has been understood and will be remembered in my heart."

Sri Maharaja II did not respond.

Indukanti's dark bead locks Mahesa's figure. His maternal instinct was moved to say, "My son Mahesa .... I pray that Acintya will give her the best for you."

Mahesa was stunned to hear Indukanti calling her, "My son". A call that had been desired by him all this time. A call that made her feel comfortable and cared for. But ... Now the word "My son" is scary. Sounds like an enticement to give up, giving something Mahesa likes to someone else.

To think of him as a son . isn't it too late.

Mahesa asked for a polite retreat, feeling that there was no point in continuing to remain silent there, only adding to the wound in the heart. Lucky his father gave widi.

Anatari was about to stand up, but Abinawa's hand was holding his shawl.

"Avoid problems" murmured Abinawa.

Anatari glanced at Abinawa who was unaffected by the atmosphere. His attitude was calm and his expression was elusive. His gaze was fixed on the wooden floor, as if a wooden floor with shiny lacquer was extremely unsightly.

Anatari held back. His eye movements continued to follow Mahesa until the man disappeared behind the temple gate.

Discussions continued regarding the marriage ceremony talks and the granting of a new title to Anatari. Dharmmadyaksa gives his best advice for the smooth running of everything.

Anatari was immersed in his own thinking. He felt guilty for hurting Mahesa. Had there been a better choice for the two of them, Anatari would have been eager to do what was best for the man.

His recollections of Mahesa also evoke fond memories of their times of love. Although his heart was not pounding when his lips said the name of the man, but Anatari could not deny that all the good memories with Mahesa will always be part of his life story.

After long enough to discuss the traditional ceremony with the dharmmadyaksa, Anatari pursued Abinawa's steps amid the hot dry season.

"We must speak" cried Anatari.

Several courtiers and bodyguards glanced at the two.

Abinawa's body only turned half in motion. His eyes were fixed on the outstretched scarf, fluttering in the wind. His gaze was continuous at the end of the shawl held by Anatari's clasps.

"You .. want my sash?" canadas Abinawans.

Anatari. "Not funny. We need to talk, Abinawa."

"Now?"

"Many things."

Abinawa breathed, stepping lazily. "Tomorrow, we're getting married. Spent decades living together. Back then, you could ask one thing one day. No need to rush."

"Many things in one day, because I'm afraid to die. Keeping close to you seems to be inviting a lot of danger," Anatari bargained.

Abinawa chuckled, but was unaffected. "One thing one day. There's no compromise" Abinawa insisted, "or I won't answer it at all."

Anatari pointed at Abinawa in annoyance. "You-"

Abinawa lowers Anatari's index finger. "Yes. Yep. Its me. I have to go, there are still urgent matters demanding immediate resolution."

Anatari stared at Abinawa's back with a thousand questions in his mind, What do you look like, Abinawa?

Abinawa accelerated her steps towards a remote place in the backyard of the kedaton neighborhood.

Sagara saluted when he saw the arrival of Abinawa. From behind the Angsana tree appeared the traitorous warrior. Both knees suddenly limp, falling immediately hit the ground.

"Thank you for Yuwaraja's compassion" he said.

"There is no need to thank you now because your path ahead will be full of danger and maybe you can die at any time" Abinawa said.

"Hamba is ready to face danger in order to make amends for the great mistake of the servant to Yuwaraja." Ekawira said with determination.

"It has. It's been. Don't overdo it. You still have to live as Ekawira for the sake of your grandmother. When he returns to Acintya, he will need his only grandchild to burn his body" Abinawa said.

"So her name is Ekawira."

The three men jumped. Anatari appears after secretly following Abinawa.

Abinawa turned her body slowly, turning her back to Anatari.

Anatari crossed paths, observing the stature of Ekawira who was about the same age as Sagara - about twenty years of age.

"Do you have nine lives? Have you visited the afterlife? How do you get back from the dead? Ah, no. How did Yuwaraja get you back from the dead?" cerocos Anatary.

Ekawira stared at Abinawa with an imploring look. Abinawa gave a hand signal for Ekawira to leave the place immediately.

Anatari followed Ekawira who ran fast, managed the Angsana tree easily, then jumped over the high walls of the kedaton, then disappeared to where the destination was.

Anatari clucked in annoyance at not being able to follow Ekawira who could climb a tall tree before him. He raised his fist knee-high and was determined to climb.

"Don't do it!" prevent Abinawa.

Anatari ruffled his waist, frowning in Abinawa.

Sagara launches an attack on Anatari. The woman rushed down, shifted her legs to the side, then hit Sagara's outstretched arm. Sagara lays a punch with one other hand. Anatari managed to fend off, then jumped back.

"Why did you attack me?" reprimand Anatari, upset.

Sagara fell silent. Anatari glanced at Abinawa who shrugged indifferently.

"Why did you tell him to attack me?" anatari Hardik.

"I don't know anything. Ask her."

Sagara immediately replied, "To test the vigilance of Gusti Raden Ayu Anatari. Please forgive my servant's platitude."

"Testing my vigilance so that next time it can be more careful to attack me with a weapon that has been broken!" anatari Fishing.

Abinawa's eyes. "As I recall, you hurt yourself."

"So does my memory! What pisses me off, you didn't tell me about the spell. Wh why? You have a dark secret that needs to be sealed?" omelette Anatari.

Abinawa stepped in with her calm and charismatic character. The air moving around him played his shawl that was left dangling behind his body.

Anatari wavers to see a man he has been waiting for. Who always understood himself. Who always hears all his boring complaints. Who always told him to hold on. Who always offers a smile at every lunch hour. Anatari knew Abinawa was not the man, but what Abinawa and Anzel's physique displayed .... Anatari saw no difference.

No. gabe. There is clearly something different. The upper part of Abinawa's body is always open, only a few are covered in a cream-colored silk scarf with gold thread embroidered in the shape of a flame tongue. From behind the shawl Anatari can still see the shoulder of the owner who is strapping, his chest that field, and abdominal muscles are well mapped. The shape and color look tempting, golden brown like the surface of a bread that is almost cooked. But the smell is different. The cold scent of sandalwood came out from the direction of Abinawa, which now stands right in front of Anatari.

"It seems to me that I am very seductive of your sight," seduced Abinawa.

"Huh?"

"Your saliva is dripping."

Anatari hurriedly held his lips. Abinawa looked satisfied with Anatari, she turned to Sagara who was laughing. Sagara immediately poked his lips.

Anatari's forehead was wrinkled, his lips pursed. "Don't switch the topic. What you said wasn't appropriate anyway."

"Is there really a problem between us? Say, I want to know."

Anatari rolled his eyes, annoyed, because of Abinawa's lazy attitude and tend to avoid the topic of conversation that the woman wanted.

"What theatrics did you do with Ekawira? What does this have to do with Sagara's sword being smashed? I deserve to know. I was the victim of the wrong target. You're lucky for that. Had it not been me who foolishly drew the sword into my body, tomorrow or the day after tomorrow it would have drawn your body or her." Anatari pointed to Sagara.

Abinawa contemplates Anatari's speech. "So, the real target is me."

"really. You owe me your life, but I don't want your life in return. I just want you to explain everything to me. I have credibility in this!" anatari.

"The situation is like this. Being hidden will eventually remain unknown to you. But is this all a show? I don't know who's doing the show. The enemy or me? I'm just running my share. That'sthat's all. Ekawira wasn't dead, but the blood you saw that night was indeed blood. He who gave the sword of Sagara to the enemy to be broken. At that time I did not know who was my opponent. So, I asked Ekawira to make a little sacrifice in order to provoke the presence of the opponent. I don't think I need to give an explanation about the spell. .. Someone must have told you, " explained Abinawa.

That evening, before Abinawa attended the meeting at Pendopo Ageng, Ekawira asked to meet him. Ekawira told the truth that he did not know the identity of the enemy and asked for Abinawa's forgiveness.

Sagara appeared from the direction of the door with a stupefied breath. He reported that there was an intruder who managed to get into the kedaton neighborhood. Finding an enemy who was so brave entering the territory beyond his control, of course he was not an arbitrary person who mastered the study of Malih Rupa.

^^^(Malih Rupa; Ajian/Ilmu changes form)^^

Abinawa provided an opportunity to make amends, on one condition that had to be met. Ekawira agreed without saying much more.

Abinawa stretched out her fingers, a kris appeared out of nowhere. The dazzling golden light attracted the attention of Sagara and Taruna. Both questioned the presence of the object. While Ekawira shakes all over the body.

Abinawa was surprised to see the appearance of Keris Amrta in his grasp. Lightly said wrongly calling heirloom. Although the goal is to intimidate Ekawaira a little. Ekawira's heart was relieved, it was thought to be the victim of Sang Yuwaraja's heirloom weapon. Abinawa extended her hand to Sagara who was carrying a short sword at his waist.

As soon as the sword switched to his hand, he pointed the tip towards the outermost side of Ekawira's right abdomen. "If you survive, I consider your mistake forgiven. If not, it's worth your betrayal."

The cadets took a few spots on Ekawira's body, most near the right abdomen. The sharp end of the sword pierced through the flesh in a swift movement. Ekawira. Fresh blood soaked the clothes of the soldier he was proud of.

Abinawa. "We'll just wait and see what that guy's gonna do."

Everything went according to plan, the enemy entered the wooden warehouse, roaring furiously because Ekawira was lifeless and he failed to get any information from the young man. It hurt his pride. Annoyed he left a message written in Ekawira's blood.

Anatari's frowning. Asking for a little sacrifice that puts someone's life at risk. Abinawa is not sane.

"Message on the wall, is that what you did?" ask Anatari.

"One thing one day." Abinawa.

"It's still related! One thing that has many branches of problems" Anatari protested.

Abinawa acts lazy, but still looks confident. "I'm not that cute, do something with blood." In the end he forgot one thing, one day.

"Yuwaraja doesn't like to get splashed with blood" Sagara quipped.

Abinawa nodded towards Anatari. "You listen to that."

Anatari took a look at Abinawa's stature, then sighed softly. The clean appearance and serupawan Abinawa is not suitable covered in splashes of blood of his enemies. Anatari also never saw Abinawa fighting with anyone. All the dexterity tasks of martial arts are always transferred to Sagara, Taruna, and his guards.

"The person who saved him had the knowledge of the climate. The user of the science is usually not so far from the scene of the crime. You're investigating that too, aren't you?" anatari.

Sagara listened intently. His lips repeated the three words he had just heard, "the scene of the crime".

"I checked it out. Nought." Abinawa looked at Anatari with interest. "I heard that while in Girilaya, you learned a lot of kanuragan studies, and managed to defeat the Sworn Swordsmen in your attempt to escape from your own kedaton, but from the duel that I witnessed earlier, he said, you have absolutely no power in. I thought of the non-no. Could it be that the news I heard was just a figment of the thumb or that someone might have blocked your meridian path."

Anatari. Anatari Linga has a kanuragan study? Why is that not thought of by me? What meridian path does Abinawa mean? Kanuragan Science .... Does the Anatary of the Linga really master many studies? If he's so great, why can't my soul feel the 'unusual' that's inside Anatari Linga?