Girl Who Thrown Into Bhumi Javacekwara

Chapters 16. Weddings

The dawn had not yet dawned but the bustle was already wriggling all over the palace. Every courtier carries out his duties systematically.

The sound of a broomstick scavenging the leaves from the ground surface was heard from early in the morning. Kedaton is decorated with various yellow janur shapes and fresh flowers that have a fragrant fragrant fragrant, spreading throughout the environment.

Smoke rises through the slit of the kitchen tile. Spreading the aroma of wood accompanied by the aroma of cooking that is being processed on a stone furnace. Cuisine from the simplest to the most complicated is being prepared by the courtiers who serve in the kitchen. Vegetables, meat, fish, fruits are delivered in bamboo baskets in fresh conditions.

On the face of the kedaton, the gate was opened wide, allowing the soldiers who had lined up neatly to step out in an orderly manner. Both of their hands carried large pieces of animal flesh that had been wrapped in banana leaves.

The soldiers split up, heading in different directions without changing paths. Knocked on every door of the house of Bhumi Javacekwara without a single one being missed. From the royal family, nobles, to commoners were treated equally; given fresh meat as gratitude for Yuwaraja's marriage.

The best clothes are worn, along with gold jewelry that adorns several parts of the body. The men curled up their long hair. The married women carried their crowns neatly and decorated them with a white orchid flower. Unmarried single women usually untangle hair decorated with a simple knot on one side of her head. A flower Phalaenopsis Amabilis sp Java not forget tucked in between the ears and hair.

Women from royal and noble families in this era, it is very nice to decorate their hair with white orchid flowers that are considered as a symbol of love, beauty, and luxury. When women from various castes attend religious events, they will decorate their hair with white frangipani flowers.

Residents cheered, chanting prayers for the happiness of the successor to the throne Bhumi Javacekwara. The men gathered together, taking out the wine they had stored. Women help each other to prepare food in the kitchen.

All of Bhumi Javacekwara was shrouded in happiness, except Abinawa who sat quietly staring at her wedding clothes that were still folded neatly on the table. His mind is erratic. The heart is also restless. However, his facial water reflected the surface of the lake water that was not rippling.

"Yuwaraja. You better tell Sri Maharaja before it's too late" suggested Sagara.

"Saying it or not, Anatari and Mahesh will still end up at the gallows." Abinawa is going slowly.

"They deserve it."

Abinawa groaned, as if saying that Sagara's speech was inappropriate.

"I'm sorry servant."

"Then ... How now? The wedding ceremony is not long. Finding the whereabouts of Gusti Putri and bringing him here was also not the right choice." Taruna also felt the tension, more precisely only himself and Sagara who felt anxious not because of. "If the only one Yuwaraja marries is Crown Princess Bhumi Namaini, then this marriage need not be a drama."

Sagara signals silence. The cadets covered his mouth with one hand.

"I'm sorry servant, Yuwaraja. Servant cannot control this mouth," the cadet said on her knees asking for mercy.

"stand. What you said is true, but ... Crown Princess Bhumi Namaini is like the waves of the ocean that are difficult to guess. While the princess of Girilaya is like Mount Mrapen, even though the jedhot will still give a warning sign. Want to make a profit, it must still be full of calculations," explained Abinawa.

^^^(Jedhot; Meletus)^^

"The Emperor has arrived!" A man announced from the direction of the Abinawa residence archway.

Abinawa, Sagara, and Taruna greeted respectfully at the front porch.

Sri Maharaja II threw a questionable look at his son who was still not wearing wedding clothes. Abinawa was only able to fall silent under the sharp glare of his father's black bead.

"Can you give me a reason for your current appearance?" ask the Sri Maharaja.

"Please come in first. We'll talk about it while we're having tea." Abinawa pulled over, giving her father a way to enter her residence.

A warm cup of tea poured in a small ceramic glass was presented to his father. "The weather lately has been colder. I've added honey to the steeping tea water. It is not very sweet and beneficial for health. Please try it."

A small nod accompanies the hand of the lifted Maharaja, sending the lips of the cup to his lips. He sipped it twice, then smiled. "It tastes much better than just drinking a decoction of tea leaf water without any extra. I should try it at my residence too."

Abinawa nodded in pleasure and respect. "Of course Father must try it, after all this drink is efficacious to maintain endurance. Ayahanda has worked hard to keep nagari, it never hurts to care for a moment about your own health."

Sri Maharaja II smiled proudly. "You are indeed my compassionate son. Just like your Mother. She is also a woman who has genuine and honest feelings compared to all my women. That's why I cherish her as my wife, and also honor her as my Empress. Only to him do I dare not fight. I want you to have some honesty in answering my question, too" Sri Maharaja II pointed to the wedding dress before the two, "about this."

Abinawa swallowed hard. It really can't be diverted. "I feel nervous. Don't know what to prepare first."

Sri Maharaja II laughed. "My son Abinawa, what you are feeling right now is something natural that everyone has and will experience. That feeling you will only experience at your first marriage. The next marriages will be commonplace that is not so effective anymore. You don't have to worry about anything, my son. I've arranged everything for you."

Abinawa heard three words that pierced her sense of hearing: 'Further marriages'. How could he say that so easily? Doesn't he reflect on his previous experience? Keeping a lot of women in the baby will only invite disaster. And, now, he wants me to repeat that bloody history. Save me!

"Yahanda, I want to ask you something." Abinawa diverts talking points.

"Ask."

"This is about the Dragon Mustika in Anatari Linga. Actually .... What does it look like?"

"I don't know myself. The only one who knows the real form of the object is Banaspati. Once upon a time there was news that it could grant all the wishes of its master. Because of the news of the wind that the three nagari attacked Bhumi Girilaya," replied Sri Maharaja.

"Is my marriage to Anatari purely for granting asylum to her or is it because of something else I don't know?"

Sri Maharaja II gazed into the distance, past the wide open exit. "In this world .. nothing is pure. There will be a reason behind something happening. The reason I married Anatari to you is because I believe in you. The girl can be both a shield as well as a devastating weapon. You're the one who's gonna decide which way the girl's gonna be. About Mahesa ...." The Maharaja found it difficult to express his judgment about the eldest son. "Marriage Anatari with him is tantamount to combining two kinds of calamities. Ambition and Ammunition. What do you think might happen?"

Abinawa learned that when the sixth empress was pregnant with Mahesa, the Maharaja promised her that Yuwaraja's position would be bestowed upon their son.

After Mahesa was born, the sixth Empress tried to collect a promise to Sri Maharaja II. However, Sri Maharaja II said he wanted to wait for Prince Mahesa until he was seven years old. On Prince Mahesa's fifth birthday, Sri Maharaja II announced the coronation of Abinawa Wiradharma - the son of the first Empress - as Yuwaraja Bhumi Javacekwara, when the baby had just been born into the world.

The Empress's heart to the six shapeless crumbs. He felt betrayed by the false promise of Sri Maharaja II. Especially during this time he always felt jealous of the first Empress who always got more attention. There were seven empresses who faithfully accompanied Jayaraga, but only the first Empress was always preferred in all matters.

Banaspati who knew the contents of the sixth Empress' heart began to mobilize her followers, inciting the sixth Empress to revolt. And it happened that a terrible event that took many casualties from the empress, concubines, and concubines. Of the dozens of women in the keputren, only one managed to survive, namely Indukanti.

Abinawa never wanted to make trouble with Mahesa. She felt the loss of a mother, albeit in a different way. But it still feels the same; it hurts. During this time Abinawa always tried to avoid problems from Mahesa, providing a peaceful and decent life for her stepbrother. Including commenting on anything about Mahesa is a taboo for him.

Abinawa's head was lowered, resting on two hands where her fingers were pinching her dizzy head.

"Yuwaraja" call Sagara.

"I have a plan" Abinawa said.

Sagara and Taruna were inching closer. Abinawa looked up, watching Sagara's face. "We run the same plan when we host Crown Princess Namaini."

Sagara's face was red. His eyelids are wide open. "No. No. gabe. I did not dare. In the past, I did it because I sincerely helped you. But now the situation is different. I cannot act silly in any sacred ceremony. Not very good."

"Why is that angry? I'm not asking you to marry me. I want you to ask for a good marriage ceremony resignation. That way, I have time to search for the whereabouts of the lovers. As we know that not all royal families approve of this marriage, so I want to take advantage of it. I was only trying to avoid both of them from distress and prevent a war between the two nagari. Everything has to be resolved well. You don't appreciate my good intentions?" obviously Abinawa.

Sagara is wrong. "Of course I appreciate it."

"Suppose it's a personal request from your Kangmas" support Taruna.

"Fright." Abinawa smiled brightly. "So, will you help me, Dimas?" Abinawa shows her face full of pleading.

"good. Good. Don't show that kind of expression. It makes it hard for people to resist" Sagara said, turning away from Abinawa.

"Make sure you don't smile much. During her time here, she was always seen thinking about something and being alert" Abinawa suggested.

"The servant will remember it."

Sagara changes his form to Anatari, asking Abinawa to check his appearance to make sure nothing will invite suspicion. Once confirmed safe, Sagara headed to keputren.

...***...

Jiyem and Liyem ran to and fro looking for Anatari's whereabouts. Dayang and the bodyguards arrived, reporting that their lord could not be found anywhere within the princess' neighborhood.

"We have to tell Gusti Kangjeng Ratu Indukanti" said the head of the Anatari residence's Guards.

"Don't!" yell at the other one at the same time.

"If the news is spread, we are all at the gallows." Jiyem shuddered in horror.

"Not saying anything will remain hanged because it is considered a cover-up for the loss of Ndoro Putri," said Keplaa Guards.

The knock on the archway distracts them all.

"Who? We're busy" Liyem exclaimed.

There's no answer. The sound of knocking is heard again. The Chief of Guards decided to open the gate.

"Daughter Gusti" said the Chief of Guards.

Jiyem and Liyem sprinted, grabbing Anatari's hand, leading him into the residence.

"Slows. Slowly."

"Should hurry. The time is getting tight" Liyem said.

Jiyem and Liyem immediately helped Anatari prepare. The fairies entered the residence with the ladies-in-waiting carrying the clothes and trinkets that Anatari was going to wear.

The wedding is almost here. The entire royal family and nobles sat around Abinawa and Anatari cross-legged in front of the dharmadyaksa who were preparing.

Abinawa glanced at the attractive-looking "Anatari. A flirtatious smile she clandestinely snubbed. "Anatari" goosebumps all over her body, choosing to take a look.

What are you waiting for, Sagara? Cancel this marriage. Sagaras! inner Abinawa scream.

The dharmmadyaksa begin the ritual of the wedding ceremony. Abinawa who can not focus themselves continue to glance at "Anatari", making Janardana act on the orders of Sri Maharaja II who can not stand Jayendra's continued to be pestered about the behavior of Abinawa who are not solemn.

Janardana was sitting near Abinawa, putting on a threatening expression.

This is not true! This is not true! the inner raung of Yuwaraja.

The series of ceremonies continued. When Abinawa was asked to extend her hand, Janardana gave an intimidating look, leading Abinawa to do so by force.

Acintya, help me, the inner cry of a real man.

The ceremony lasts until noon. Abinawa was utterly tormented by the plans she had devised herself. He did not understand why Sagara acted at will. He didn't want to think anything, but, even now he couldn't think clearly. His body was weak, his knees were shaking when a dharmadyaksa asked Abinawa and Anatari to stand up. Janardana helps Abinawa who is glued to her place.

Both of them draped each other strands of jasmine flowers, roses, and cantile. Janardana helps Abinawa whose hands are reluctant to move.

Falguni glanced at Sri Maharaja II, questioning Abinawa's strange demeanor. However, Jayaraga signaled that everything was fine. Falguni responded with a nod.

Currently, Abinawa can only think of one thing Sagara is sure to do is continue the marriage, then look for Anatari and Mahesa. That way, no problems are likely to happen. But still this is all not true!

Sagaras. Finish you!