Girl Who Thrown Into Bhumi Javacekwara

Chapters 17. Banquet Party

Sri Maharaja stood from his seat followed by Abinawa and Anatari and Indukanti who were at one table with him.

"Today is the most important day for me, not just because of the marriage of my son, Yuwaraja Abinawa Wiradharma with Gusti Raden Ayu Anatari Lingga. But, also, upon the union of two nagari. Javacekwara and Girilaya. I should be grateful for the generosity of Queen Falguni of Girilaya who has agreed to a cooperation agreement with Javacekwara. Due to the completion of the marriage ceremony and the granting of a new title to Gusti Raden Ayu Anatari Lingga, then from this evening the title Gusti Kangjeng Ratu was officially pinned in front of the name of my daughter-in-law, Gusti Kangjeng Ratu Anatari Linga." Sri Maharaja II announced his pride.

Queen Falguni stood up, carrying with her a ceramic glass in her grasp. "Let's forget the past story, open a new page, and, fill it with peaceful stories. Queen Falguni raised her glass towards Abinawa and Anatari. "May Yuwaraja Abinawa Wiradharma and Gusti Kangjeng Ratu Anatari Lingga be awarded the glory and happiness."

The Maharaja did the same thing, followed by the guests who simultaneously stood up and said, "May Yuwaraja Abinawa Wiradharma and Gusti Kangjeng Ratu Anatari Lingga be awarded glory and happiness."

Together, drink the wine from a ceramic glass in a hand.

Seven dancers enter Pendopo Ageng accompanied by gamelan horn, occupying a formation in the middle of the room. Invitees sat cross-legged on the outskirts, behind a long wooden table filled with various dishes and drinks. Ceramic vases that are at some point in the pendopo are elongated, accommodating many flowers that are delicious at night. Not to forget in the outer courtyard are held beautiful and thick rugs as a seat for those who do not go part of the place under the roof of Pendopo Ageng. Even so, do not reduce the slightest joy they feel.

The dance. Slendro barrel. The pleasant fragrance of the night that mingles with jasmine, never fails to bring peace and tranquility that hypnotizes the soul and mind. Making the atmosphere become solemn shrouded in a mystical aura instantly.

Both in Kuthanagara and in scattered villages separated by forests, rivers, and mountains, the feel of happiness is still felt. The men drowned their consciousness in the delights of rice wine and palm wine. The women who have the ability to dance, showing the skill of soft motion of his limbs accompanied by the gamelan tetabuhan.

The immeasurable bliss of deflecting time after time without feeling. The Wayang Beber show entertains right at the turn of the night. The puppeteer brings the story of the journey of human life from the start of a red baby to ready to be picked up dead. Sad, hard, happy, nicely told, brings strong emotions to the audience. Laughter is occasionally heard when the puppeteer shows his humor.

Abinawa began to feel dizzy because she spent some of the wine jugs that she was supposed to challenge. Despite having refused, Janardana and Rangga still filled the Abinawa cup once the contents inside had been exhausted. Now, he notices two creatures in front of him where Janardana and Rangga are arguing about the first night experience. Abinawa sank her head into a palm full of despair. He can't do it. He's a real man.

Drunkenness is the only moment that never looks at your position, what family you come from, or even who you are, no matter how strict your attitude is, no matter how devotional you are. When you're drunk, you're just gonna be yourself. Being on the threshold of conscious and not, pulling your true form that will not be able to continue to hide.

Just like Janardana and Rangga. When they were drunk, the nature of the eyes of the basket both began to appear. Abinawa glanced at her father who was also under the influence of alcohol. Sri Maharaja II was still sitting quietly, but his eagle-like eyes, locked Falguni who was talking to Dyah Candrawati and Jayendra.

Abinawa circulated her gaze, searching for the whereabouts of Anatari who was no longer seen. Just as he raised his hips, Rangga and Janardana pulled out his hands.

"I know where you're going, heh." Janardana's tone was no longer heard.

Rangga stuffed a cup of palm wine into Abinawa's grasp. "Drink. Drink. Spend it so that you have more courage in the face of Anatari."

Abinawa accepted her second Uncle's offer with a smile of reluctance. Songs about life began to sound. Abinawa is turning her head towards a young adult. "Isn't that sinden that has been talked about lately by men in Javacekwara?"

Janardana and Rangga turned their heads as fast as lightning. Abinawa hastily poured palm wine from inside her cup into her empty Janardana cup.

"Your eyes are very observant, my nephew." Rangga smiled radiantly, patting Abinawa on the shoulder.

Abinawa stuck her neck out on the table. "Enjoyed performances. I'm saying goodbye." He showed me his empty cup and left.

Janardana and Rangga, the thin-moustached man, let Abina walk freely towards her residence. Abinawa had stopped in the middle of the road, thinking for a moment the direction of his destination. Should he go to the Anatari residence in keputren or go directly to his residence. Tonight he has to clear up one thing with Sagara. Abinawa had to end Sagara's disguise as Anatari Linga.

Abinawa entered the Anatari residence whose kitchen doors were open unattended. Abdi dalem and his bodyguards were eating and drinking together in a gazebo near the pond. The door of the Anatari residence was wide open, looking neat after being cleaned up.

Abinawa. It seems he's not back.

Abinawa returned to her home. His steps stopped in the middle of the front page. The surrounding lighting flames lit up, but inside the house was so pitch-black that its doors were tightly shut. The atmosphere around him was quiet. There was not a single voice of the courtier and the bodyguard who joined in joy.

Abinawa stepped on her guard, opening the door without making much noise. In the middle of the room, someone was sitting, waiting for him. Anatarii. Abinawa squinted. "Sorta."

"Arau?" The man stared intently at Abinawa. "Are you so inseparable?"

"Anatari" murmured Abinawa.

"Sagara," call Anatari.

Sagara emerged from the back of Abinawa in his usual attire."Servant, here, Kangjeng Queen."

Anatari blew a small oil lamp before him, a fire instantly appeared out of nowhere, then he flicked his hand. The wind blew gently, spreading sparks throughout the oil lamp that was in the room.

He already remembered the kanuragan studies he mastered? inner Abinawa.

Anatari poured the still smoky warm tea, shoving the ceramic cup towards Abinawa which was still embedded in its place of standing. "You must have enjoyed the wine a lot at the banquet. Would you like some tea with me?" anatari asked, showing off a neat line of white teeth as both corners of his lips lifted up.

The woman was not wearing any bridal clothes, nor was there any trace of makeup left on every contour of her face. She looks graceful without the thick powder and lipstick polish. His sad face tends to be pale. However, it emitted a brilliant golden aura that seemed cold.

"I did come back, but it was too late for the wedding ceremony. Please forgive me. I can't take responsibility for my decision" Anatari said.

Abinawa's forehead is deep-seated. His right hand clasped the cup on the table, the left clenched tightly on the handlebar. "Why did you choose to return?"

"I'm not a self-informed person. Many things are a consideration. Badly, I don't know myself. What I believe is that every human being cannot escape the destiny that has been outlined for him. I did try to betray my destiny, but the matchmaking rope managed to bring me back to this place, ", Anatari said.

"What about Mahesa?"

"You don't have to worry about it. That's all he said. That's all I can tell you, too." Anatari glanced at Abinawa and Sagara alternately. "Now it's like this. In the future, I will follow your plan. Gusti Kangjeng Ratu's title I consider as a decoration because it looks like there are more entitled to bear it than me."

Sagara looked down deeply, cursing himself in silence, and hiding his face that was red.

"Regarding the residence, I want to remain in the princess."

"Can't" Abinawa refused, immediately.

One of Anatari's eyebrows rose. "Why? Shouldn't it be?"

"Have you forgotten what you told me a while ago?" Abinawa noticed Anatari's serious facial features. "As long as I can protect you and also do not plan to add a consort, concubine, or mistress. That's what you said first. I married you and accepted your terms. Therefore, I make a request to the Maharaja to place you in my residence. From this moment to the limit of infinity throughout our marriage."

"That's not in our covenant."

Abinawa sipped her tea filled with pleasure. "It was just an improvisation of me to have your terms approved by the Maharaja. And it works."

"But the one who was by your side throughout the wedding ceremony was Sagara, not me" Anatari said.

"The promise of marriage is said in your name and my name. The one who has been with me, is not Sagara, but the embodiment of Anatari. No one else would know or even suspect whose figure was actually there. Even if you give, our marriage remains valid, because what makes us united is an oath that is in my name and also your name" Abinawa argued with her lazy style.

Anatari pulled one corner of his lips. His forehead is crinkling deep. This guy has a lot of bad sense. Apparently beautiful, but if you slippery snake, it still feels scary.

Abinawa smiled knowing Anatari's thoughts. However, his smile instantly faded as soon as he felt the discomfort within his stomach. He hurried away without saying anything more.

Anatari stared in astonishment. "Why him?"

"Yuwaraja drank too much wine at the banquet so that it affected his stomach." Sagara glanced at Anatari miserably. "Why don't you tell me the truth?"

"I wouldn't do it that easily. I tried my best to repay her, but, as if I had eaten up my own plan. He's good at tacting. You must've been stuck in the plan a lot, right?"

Sagara smile. "Frequently, but it doesn't matter. Yuwaraja is like that. Although he did a lot of hunching, but all of that was meant to protect the people around him. I never objected to his attitude. Please Kangjng the Queen forgive him and be willing to tell the truth."

"I can forgive him, but tell him the truth .... Hemph, who told him to get you to replace me."

Anatari. He recalled his conversation with Mahesa in the horse-drawn carriage. Anatari had no intention of escaping with the Prince. Anatari took advantage of the opportunity to speak with Mahesa one eye.

Anatari said that he had Falguni's duty to undermine Bhumi Javacekwara from within, making Anatari have to marry Abinawa, because his position as Empress would give him more authority in carrying out his plans.

Mahesa opposes. She threatens to stage a coup, taking over the position of ruler Bhumi Javacekwara, so Anatari does not need to marry Mahesa's half-sister.

Anatary refused. He wanted, even though Mahesa would eventually take power, Mahesa had to stay clear of all scandals. Thus, the people and the high officials of the kingdom would consider him a worthy successor to the throne.

As Falguni had predicted, Mahesa was much easier to control. The Prince declared his consent. He sent Anatari to marry Abinawa. However, with one condition that should not be violated: Abinawa should not touch Anatari.

Anatari is descended from a horse-drawn carriage on the outer side of the forest. His steps were terribly stepped into the moist red soil that is rarely overgrown with grass. He turned momentarily over his shoulder, staring at the horse carriage that was walking away.

Forgive me for my lies, Mahesa. I just want to survive to finish my job. About Abinawa .. I don't know how to.