Girl Who Thrown Into Bhumi Javacekwara

Chapters 14. Sneaking out

Anatari returned to his residence in a daze. Not because of the physical injuries she had suffered. All of that was due to his psychic exhaustion. After he awoke in the Land of Jawi, the new things he encountered led him to danger, making him always tense because he continued to be vigilant. Not to mention the fading Anatarian Linga's memory, surrounded by a thick fog, seemed to prevent him from reaching his destination. Determining which direction to go is like a gambling game whose advantage cannot be predicted.

After these few days, Anatari was only convinced of three things he should not say or do, namely; apologizing, thanking, and not marrying Mahesa. Anatari did not know why, he could only surmise that Anatari Lingga was not a woman who easily apologized and thanked him.

And as for not marrying Mahesa, it seems to be part of a destiny that cannot be denied or changed by her. It seemed that Anatari Lingga had faced a similar situation where he could not resist this matchmaking. Not to make Bhumi Javacekwara an asylum for him, but to destroy it from within.

Anatari pensively stared at his residence from the direction of the garden. All parts are made of wood, except the roof is made of a mixture of clay and sea sand formed in a certain size. The twilight sky with a tinge of red, orange, purple, and blue mingled peacefully, sprawling over it. The illumination flame had not been lit yet, leaving some corners of his residential surroundings to remain in darkness.

Anatari's face was sad, his eyelids were soft, his heart was empty. There was nothing he could talk to about the burden he was carrying. Wanting him to be frank with everyone that he was not Anatari Lingga, he just stopped by this world just to run errands.

He expected someone who was willing to tell him what to do. He needs a mentor who understands himself without having to explain his true identity. He wants to return to his life in the modern world. He didn't want to be in a place so foreign to him. He just wanted to meet Anzel .. a friend who was willing to hear all the complaints his fervent-friend meant so much to him.

Anatari breathed a weak breath. Should I destroy Javacekwara? Isn't my purpose here to reduce sin .... If so, can I not avenge----

Anatari fell down instantly. The feeling hit long enough. Each breath caused a stabbing pain in his heart.

Really shit. It seems that Anatari Lingga completely destroyed Bhumi Javacekwara, in order to avenge all the suffering that Bhumi Girilaya had received in the attack twenty years ago that killed his parents

The palm of a person's hand touches his back. A stream of warm energy radiated to his heart, easing his pain.

Anatari looked to his right side.

"Don't move! Concentrate your concentration so that the energy you receive does not turn around to harm your body."

Thankfully Anatari had seen scenes like this in a colossal action movie. He crossed his legs, both hands placed on both knees. His breathing is regulated, balancing his heart rhythm. It worked ... without counting.

"What really happened to me?" ask Anatari.

"It was caused by the spell in Sagara's sword, so that your memory is disturbed, causing your soul to forget how to fuse with your body and also with nature. In short, what is happening inside you right now is a contradiction." Falguni withdrew both of her hands, ending the flow of healing energy from her.

The illumination flame light on the bamboo torch and the dipping axis had been lit. Jiyem and Liyem smiled broadly welcoming Anatari in the front porch.

Falguni helps Anatari sit on the bale-bale in the front room.

"Make tea for your lord" said Falguni.

"Sendiko dawuh" said Jiyem and Liyem simultaneously.

Falguni sat next to the demoralized Anatari. "I was waiting at your residence this afternoon, but you didn't come. Is there something holding you back somewhere?"

"En ... After the meeting at the Holy Population, I met Abinawa-"

"What are you talking about?" cut Falguni, impatient.

There was doubt in Anatari about whether or not Falguni knew about the real problem behind the issue of the sword being broken. "Nothing means anything. I met him because I felt his attitude was a little unnatural." That was all Anatari could say.

Falguni grunting. "From what I've heard, Abinawa has been acting strangely since returning from hiding. He is known as a child who does not like to mingle with the nobility and other royal families. Every day he just runs around Mahesa. He spent most of his growth and development only limited to within the kedaton environment, although occasionally going outside the Javacekwara region, following hunting events."

"His knowledge also only comes from the books he reads. Not too close to the top of the palace. His current position is only supported by his father and Indukanti. If Jayaraga were killed tomorrow, I wouldn't be surprised if Mahesa did revolt. Abinawa will also not be able to resist the magic of Mahesa's kanuragan."

Anatari looked at Falguni's explanation before he threw in the question, "Have you heard the news of the attack by a group of tenants wearing white masks that happened some time ago?"

Falguni's forehead is crimped in. "That cane really had a bad effect on your memory, huh?"

Anatari grinned without being able to refute the words of the middle-aged queen who still looked young. In his heart Anatari is grateful to be able to scapegoat the 'Weird Cantera' that obscures his memory.

"I heard Janardana managed to catch one dancer who attacked you with gendam. Is that true?"

"The news that Aunt heard is true."

"Have you met him?"

"Not .... Abinawa also told me to meet her. But, I don't feel like I have any interest in that dancer."

Abinawa's forehead is wrinkled. "Why did Abinawa ask you to meet the Mask Dancer?"

"To find out why I was the prime target of the devas" Anatari replied, grimly. "Should I see him?

"If you're reluctant, you better not."

Anatari.

Falguni suggests that Anatari meet the dancer. It is possible that valuable information could be obtained from it.

Initially, Anatari did not want to have any relationship with something that was not so important to him. However, it seems like circumstances continue to drag him on to new, interconnected issues. Important or not, now. Facing destiny and revealing the veil of life as the Anatari Linga, that was what he had to do. And the decision this time is to meet the imprisoned dancer after first enjoying his dinner.

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Anatari hastily moved towards the main gate of the kedaton. He hid behind a tall, stepped building, not far from the heavily guarded main archway. Think hard; what reason would he use in order to get out of the kedaton tonight.

"Is there anything that catches your attention?"

Anatari jumped in shock, almost screaming at the presence of Abinawa behind him. "What are you doing here?"

Both eyebrows of Abinawa are linked. "What am I doing here? I can go anywhere I want. So, for what reason can't I go to this place?" Abinawa is smiling. "When you ..., why keep an eye on the gate guard soldiers? Planning an escape with Mahesa?"

"I won't run away" Anathari sighed.

"It has nothing to do with it. I was observing the guards" Anatari shut her mouth for a moment.

Abinawa's puppy eyes. "Hanging the sentence you want to say can invite a non-non-perception. Not intentionally speaking frankly is not a bad thing either. I like people who are who they are."

Anatari frowned, considering. "To meet the dancer in the holding room."

Abinawa smiled mockingly. "You're acting suspicious just for that?"

"Yes." Yeah." Anatari shook his head, correcting his words. "I wouldn't be acting suspicious like this if I could get out of the kedaton environment so easily. You think I'll be allowed to meet the dancer just by saying straightforwardly about my goal of getting out of the kedaton neighborhood. Let alone being allowed, your Uncle Janardana would suspect me. And your grandfather Jayendra will curse me seven derivatives. Regarding the white mask alone I was pressured to say something that even I myself knew nothing about the matter. You think I feel comfortable being suspected like that."

Abinawa rolled her eyes lazily. "I only ask about one thing, but you answer two things at length. Is that your custom? Take heart out when discussing something that has nothing to do." Abinawa holds her chin. "Hemph, why are women so happy to do something that makes things difficult for themselves? While there's an easier way to your current situation."

Anatari pursed his lips. "Whatever you say. I don't have time to listen to your pleasantries. Go home and rest, ok. Good night," Anatari said, as calmly as possible.

Abinawa is still in place, calm and confident. "If I leave, you have no one to help you."

Anatari's eyebrows raised, doubt. "Can you help me?"

Abinawa turns to red brick roads. "Just choose. You want to go out quietly or there's a commotion?"

"I'm not crazy enough to choose the second option" Anatari said.

Abinawa threw a wide grin before breezing away. Anatari stood watching.

Abinawa greets the gatekeepers; three senior soldiers and nine young Abinawans. I don't know what was being talked about because Anatari couldn't hear it, but it seems like they all agreed to leave the main gate.

Anatari came out of hiding with a sense of wonder that could not be hidden.

"What did he really tell them?" ask Anatari to yourself.

"Daughter Gusti" said Sagara.

Anatari jumped back in shock. Again. "You!"

"I'll escort you to the detention room" Sagara said.

Anatari turned towards the quiet main gate. It seems Abinawa and Sagara are deliberately helping her. "All right."

The two stepped out of the main archway without any obstacles. Anatari and Sagara are neither slow nor hasty. Both of them were only wary just in case something happened outside of hope.

The cold night air bites the skin. Torches they can not carry as a streetlight or warm up to reduce unwanted attention. Both of them walk in the shadows.

Anatari's eyes continued to circulate around him, searching for the unseen presence of Abinawa. "Where did Abinawa go?" The question tickled his tongue and just spoke.

"You don't have to worry about Yuwaraja. He'll be fine."

Yuwaraja. That speech made Anatari's cheeks blush. It was fortunate that it was half dark, so he did not bother to hide his face.

The atmosphere is so lonely. The flames from the torch set by the roadside swayed in the wind that danced as smooth as a peaceful breath. Anatari held his silk shawl up to the front of his chest.

The two were still down the steps of the stairs which were immeasurably numbered by two hands. After the last step, the two crossed the houses separated by a straight road to the main gate of Kuthanegara Bhumi Javacekwara.

Sagara leads the road turning to the right, entering the city forest overgrown with old teak trees. The ten dpa wide red brick road stretched far ahead. The right-left street was lit by torches whose flames occasionally flashed large and small.

In the distance, it appeared that someone was standing holding a bronze dyed-handled. His face was unrecognizable as darkness enveloped. Anatari shuddered in horror, turning back, hoping that nothing would follow.

As he gets closer, Sagara pays his respects. "Yuwara."

Oil lamps began to appear illuminating a high wall of red bricks that had double doors of dark brown wood. The large, thick, heavy wooden door moved making a gap in the middle. A soldier who was on guard, half ran out to Anatari, Abinawa, and Sagara.

"Yuwaraja," said the Prison Chief, saluting him.

Abinawa replied with a light nod.

"Please." The prison chief politely asked.

Abinawa handed over the bronze-handled dyed she carried to Sagara. He accompanies Anatari into the custody of the kedaton. Sagara waited at the post near the gate, joining the soldiers on guard.

Anatari and Abinawa continued towards the large building guided by the Prison Chief who was slightly older than Yuwaraja.

Outside the building, several groups of soldiers took turns running patrols around. On the four corners of the high walls surrounding the prisoner building, there are four watchtowers guarded by four soldiers on each tower.

The soldiers who saw Abinawa immediately bowed respectfully.

The inside resembled a labyrinth, confused and ready to mislead prisoners trying to escape. However, the soldiers who guided Anatari and Abinawa had a good idea of which direction he should head. So it does not take long to be able to reach the Mask Dancer's detention room.

The woman behind the wooden bars was still fully dressed in her stage clothes. He sat on the edge of a narrow bamboo divan. He looked down lethargic, staring at the plain white mask in his hand.

Anatari knew the mask. A white mask with realistic smile carvings. If you look at it at a glance, the mask looks ordinary. However, the mask actually has a magical power that makes the wearer can do whatever he wants without knowing fear.

The cell door opened on the Abinawa cue. Anatari stepped on guard. His heart knocked impatiently, for one more secret would soon be revealed.

The dancer looked up, making Anatari embedded in the doorway of the holding room.