Girl Who Thrown Into Bhumi Javacekwara

Chapters 19. Romanticism Cliches

The wheels of the horse carriage creaked through the slippery red ground. Uneven roads create water-filled holes in various shapes along the wet road body. Two stallions pulling the carriage, neighing in panic as it was difficult to pull its huge cargo when its wheels were trapped in a mud puddle mixed with murky water deep enough.

Anatari who had been sitting quietly immediately rolled over due to lack of defense. Abinawa helped her sit next to him.

"Is anyone hurt?"

Anatari shook his head and replied, "Nothing. What's going on outside?"

"Whatever it is, it seems like it will take a little time."

Sagara and the four soldiers descended from their horsemen, helping the Cabler calm two panicked horses. After a long struggle to get rid of the panic of two mammals, finally the trapped wooden wheel managed to escape.

Abinawa tilted her head out the window. "Is the problem solved?" Abinawa does not need to ask more about the problems that occur because of the shock of the train alone it is certain that the wheel of the wood is trapped in the deep hole.

"Already, Gusti," said Sagara.

"Give the two horses a drink first. Do not let their esophagus dry after much neighing. After that, just continue the journey," suggested Abinawa.

"Sendiko, Gusti."

Pak Kusir pulled over the horse carriage, then he looked for a spring accompanied by Tambir.

Anatari reached out his hand to open the door. However, Abinawa's remarks froze him.

"When you have to stop away from the settlement, being on the train is the wisest thing."

"Including if the train derailed and went into the abyss?" cananda Anatari's.

"Your mind is not wise."

Anatari walked away from the door and exclaimed, "Oh, alright. I don't know this area. There is no reason to ignore the advice of My Wise Master." Anatari leaned his head against the wall of the wooden carriage covered in a grim expression. "Do I have to stay like this? Out there is a beautiful view. Honey if it's not enjoyed, even if it's a blink of an eye."

"You can enjoy it from the open window." Abinawa chimed in immediately.

Anatari watched the curtain-covered window on his left side. "I forgot." He opened the curtains cheerfully. However, his face returned grim when he saw the rocky cliff wall that appeared in view. "Oh, okay. What a spectacular sight."

Abinawa opened the window curtain on its side, presenting a green sea of leafy shoots that stretched an infinite breadth drenched in orange sunshine, merging with the twilight sky at the end of the horizon. Tropical birds are still seen flying freely near the top of the tallest tree.

"I don't mind switching places." Abinawa offers its place willingly.

Anatari agreed without hesitation. He got up from his seat, inching in a slightly bent position as he was about to pass through Abinawa. However, his leg was dragged to the end of his shawl that dangled freely touching the floor of the carriage. Abinawa's hand reflex grabbed Anatari's waist before she fell down, placing Anatari's light body landing right on her lap.

The carriage shook, attracting the attention of Sagara, Taruna, Wiba, and the soldiers on guard. They took a few steps away and were more vigilant in observing the surrounding environment.

Anatari's hand touched right on Abinawa's left chest, feeling their heart palpitations in rhythm. Anatari knew he should have dodged immediately, but he did not. He felt something tickle his stomach. He was speechless, slightly lowering his gaze towards the moving Abinawa jakun.

Highlight the eyes of Abinawa locking Anatari's face. The plain black bead looked anxious. Lips in brown peach color look full and smooth. Now both hands of Abinawa are not just holding, but hugging the waist of Anatari.

The two did not dare to move closer, implied doubts looming in their minds. Waiting for each other if one of them does a rejection or maybe acceptance. But, there's no. There is only silence that tries to digest the sense of doubt in each of them.

The horse carriage suddenly moved, making Anatari jerk forward. A kiss landed on Abinawa's left cheek, startling the two.

The series of cliche romantic events that can happen to anyone when nervousness strikes, creates silliness, tests the veins of shame one of them - it could be both.

No exception Anatari who dragged his own shawl supported the movement of horses at the right time. The woman did not expect this to happen to her, nor did she have any desire to resist.

Anatari Kemala who has never been in love, an acute singles at the level of gods. Just this time felt a thump in the chest because of a man. Just this time had the opportunity to touch a beautiful man who had only existed in his imagination. This time he was happy because of it. He is no longer single. She not only has a heart, but a husband.

Anatari swallowed nervously. "I was unintentional. Excuse me. I'm .. wrong."

"Why do you consider kissing your own husband a mistake?" reprimand Abinawa, disappointed.

Anatari's face blushed. "We're not married yet." Her voice's blocked.

Abinawa looked away, letting go of her embrace. "Sit back in your place. We'll be there soon."

Anatari again sat on the bench in front of Abinawa. His nettle occasionally glanced at the grim Sang Yuwaraja. This was the first time Anatari had clearly read the expression depicted on the surface of Abinawa. Anatari wanted to ask what was troubling the man's mind. However, he chose to ignore it.

Abinawa closes her eyes, appears to be asleep. Anatari occasionally supervises Acintya's masterpieces whose physical perfection can not be doubted let alone denied. But what of his heart .. Is it also perfect?

There is no perfection in this world. Everything that happens is just a sham. It is human nature to hide his disgrace from the public.

For Anatari, Abinawa is an enigma that remains unsolved. Are they on the same or opposite side? The other with Mahesa. Whichever side Anatari stood on, Mahesa would accompany without any hesitation looming over.

The sky that was starting to darken accompanied the horse carriage treading the red brick road. Anatari opened the window curtain. Apparently they are now entering a fairly densely populated area. The area is too small to be called a village. However, it was not big enough to be called a city.

Anatari turned towards Abinawa. "Where are we at the moment?"

Abinawa opened her eyelids. "Kertarta's Coaching."

^^^(Keharyapatihan; Kadipaten Agung)^^

The Grand Duchy is the outermost gate of the Bhumi Javacekwara region in the northwest. The topography of this region is dominated by a flat land surface flanked by two rows of hills. Parts of the valley slopes are used as agricultural fields that produce food in the form of vegetables. A deep stream runs through the valley floor.

The life of the Kertarta Grand Duchy is not much different from the life in Kuthanagara. Here, gold became the main trading material. Stable economic conditions, abundant food sources, make the population live in prosperity. In fact, the hedon lifestyle is applied by almost all locals. Luxury home. The jewelry was excessive in size and number, defeating the nobles and the royal family.

Abinawa's simple horse-drawn carriage, rows of horsemen clad in plain cotton cloth, was not the center of attention at all. No one wondered who was in the carriage? Why bring so many guards? Where are their goals? What are they gonna do?

Luxury is the main attraction in the region. If you look mediocre, then you don't deserve the attention of anyone. For Abinawa, that is the goal. Does not attract attention to be able to perform tasks without interference.

The horse-drawn carriage stopped in front of a two-story wooden building. Sagara came down alone, stepped in through the inn door made of Teak Wood that had detailed carvings.

Sagara approached the horse carriage after some time away. "Grass."

"M." Mmm." Abinawa said it with a murmur as a sign that she was listening, without having to open the window curtain.

"The remaining "rooms are only three. The innkeeper suggested another inn at the end of the road if we do not want a separate group" Sagara reported.

Abinawa realized that the number of groups was too much. When put together, he was worried that the innkeeper would not be able to accept the other guests. Crowded and empty at the same time is certainly very unfavorable to one's business. There was a quiet pause afterwards that was definitely a little detrimental. In addition, in the event of a surprise attack from the enemy, they would be surrounded together without having the opportunity to send an envoy seeking help. Consider the latter that not necessarily also available enough rooms in other inns. The sky was getting darker, they were also very tired of having traveled a long journey.

"Take those three rooms. The rest is divided into several inns" asked Abinawa.

"Sendiko."

Sagara tells the soldier troupe. They agreed to the Abinawa order, then split in the number of three to four people in several nearby inns.

The horse carriage door opened. Sagara invited Abinawa and Anatari down. Anatari glanced at the several young women who had stepped quickly past him, one of whom was throwing their face away as they sat face to face. Anatari's manic was shiny, a sneaky smile painted silently.

Sagara and Taruna lead the way towards the long table on the left side in the inn.

"We took the remaining three rooms" Sagara told the innkeeper.

"alright. Good. Can you pay upfront?" The old man sat down without looking in the face.

Abinawa handed Sagara his money. Some gold and silver money was placed on the table, casting a satisfied smile on the face of the innkeeper who was an old man who still looked fit.

The old man put away some of the rattan sheets he had been reading. The dyes are pulled closer. His club bead looked at the six people standing waiting before him. After a long while, he shook his head while sighing. "Three rooms at the end of the hallway on the right. Upstairs."

"Thank you" said Sagara.

"Together, Swordsman. When there is something you want, there is no need to worry. I'll give you the best service." The old man was still in a good mood after grasping a considerable amount of money.

The inn was still quite crowded at the time. The old-young warriors, the men, went back and forth in and out of the inn. All of them were people from outside Kertarta. Some who came from the same martial arts store, chose to discuss on the wooden benches while enjoying the wine.

The six men from Javacekwara climbed up the creaking steps each time their feet stepped on their steps. Sagara beckoned Tambir and Wiba to occupy the third room they passed. The cadets, pulled Sagara into the next room.

"Good rest, Gusti," exclaimed Sagara.

A simultaneous stiffening struck Abinawa and Anatari who were standing before the door of the last room. Anatari's fingers were tied to the end of the shawl he held in front of his stomach.

"Sharing the same room is inevitable. We better adapt" Abinawa said.

Anatari spoke to Abinawa with a stiff smile. Adaptable. Sharing a bed?