Girl Who Thrown Into Bhumi Javacekwara

Chapters 2. Waking Up in Antah

...Life is a stage play that makes humans sometimes play a double role....

...🍃🍃🍃...

Anatari lowered both feet from the top of the teak wood babragan. The amber-yellow light emitted by the dyes gives a picture of the alien space.

The whole wall is made of bricks. Furniture available from teak wood that has beautiful wood fibers. The floor is made of hexagon-shaped bricks that are compacted, then heated, then arranged very tightly. And on it is called a thick and luxurious tapestry.

The left side of the stomach. The place where his suffering came from. Sensing his body shivering, he was on the verge of the occasional heat and coldness.

I seem to be good friends with wounds.

Anatari. The withered black pearl-like bead was scouring the fist that covered the lower part of his body. His head was trying to digest something. Rotating one hundred and eighty degrees, combing through each corner of the spacious bedroom. No. gabe. He can't think of anything. His head is throbbing pain.

This atmosphere was very unusual, but not foreign.

All the wooden windows are closed. The sound of the night beast accompanied the alone Anatari, contemplating in a not so bright light. The longer he remained silent, the more his curiosity grew. Since his head hurts when invited to think, then he must use his body to find out.

He understood the helpless state of his body, but something much more important urged him to quickly drag his feet through the wooden door carved by peacocks surrounded by trees and flowers.

Stalls of crackles and crickets greeted the unpretentious, flickering fireflies fluttered, welcoming Anatari who stood unsteadily in the front porch.

In the middle of the left yard there is a fish pond whose water surface is showered with moonlight.

One torch was removed from one of the columns in the front yard. Struggling through the grass with bare feet. Grimacing feeling pain. Dedar hit all over the body. Steady steps like a drunk.

What kind of place did Grandpa take me? Could this be the afterlife reserved for the souls of the dead? But this place is too beautiful for the souls of sinners to inhabit. Or is the local version of magic?

Anatari gave up on going further. He squatted by the pool, watching his face on the surface of the water drenched in the swaying light of fire. A young woman looked back at him. Face pale. His eyes are weak. Her hair was loosely spread along her back.

"Gusti Raden Ayu Anatari Linga."

^^^(Gusti Raden Ayu; title before marriage to the king's daughter from the empress's wife and title after marriage to the king's daughter instead of the king's eldest from the concubine's wife)^^^

The voice he was familiar with made him look up across the pond.

"Anatari Linga? I'm Anatari Kemala. What has Grandpa done to me? These clothes. This neighborhood. What's all this mean?"

"Do you believe in reincarnation?" Grandfather ignored Anatari's question.

Anatari's forehead is wrinkled. "Reincarnation?"

"Your mind, soul, and consciousness move to be given the opportunity to correct your past mistakes." The Grandfather extended his hand towards Anatari. "This is you in the past."

Anatari felt that Grandfather's words were beyond reason. "Can Grandpa talk straight to the point? My problem. I just want a reasonable explanation of my current situation. An explanation that is easy for me to understand."

Grandpa stroked his club beard. "All the suffering you have in the future is the result of your past actions. I brought you here to give you one chance. Minimize all your sins, so that you can repent. And reborn in a better life."

Anathari's red lips, like rose petals, frowned instantly. Grandfather's explanation sounded illogical to him. The only thing that might happen to him is to get lost in a different dimension of the world. Thanks to an old grandfather.

Anatari had heard the story that the jinn could mislead the souls of men, bringing them into their realm. Many of them never returned. Even if someone comes back, that person will lose consciousness.

Anatari became suspicious. "Am I in another dimension? I mean ... am I lost in a different dimension of the world?"

My question also makes no sense, but it's a little more acceptable than moving to the past. Reincarnation? Whatever the old man said sounded like a storyteller with a wild imagination. This is the millennial era. Do you still believe such ridiculous stories?

Of course it still is. The author of this story. Anatari did not consider it well. Yeah, understandably, Anatari Kemala is not able to think too far because during his life too tired to be sobbed that it results in the whole person and mindset that is confined in fear. Whenever he would think, speak, act, fear would always make him retreat back to his comfort zone. Loser attitude.

"Your soul only goes back to the past, where you committed all the sins that became the source of misery in your next life."

Hm, all sins? Sounds like much.

Once again, Anatari took a look at her own appearance.

Back to the past? The truth is, I think the author of this story should stop reading time traveler novels.

Anatari looked back at the reflection of his face above the water. Whoever put on his makeup has managed to make him a cruel haughty Princess.

If what Grandpa was talking about is true, isn't it good for me. Returning to the past to complete the mission: Minimize all sins for the good of the next life .... Umh, I smell danger, but the chance to live again to feel the position as a Princess is like deja vu. Well worth trying. Very decent.

"Then what shall I do to reduce all my sins?" Anatari tries to reconcile with Grandfather's statement.

"Fix attitude. You cannot change everything, but rather alleviate every mistake you may make. The one thing you can't change is the fate line. Because the fate line that has been written cannot be erased again."

"alright. I'll try to do it. No hurry. Then, can I go back to my original life after successfully making some improvements?" ask Anatari expectantly.

The Grandfather was silent for a moment before saying, "That's the secret of the heavens. Only Acintya knows it."

^^^(Acintya; Sang Hyang Widhi Wasa or Sang Hyang Tunggal)^^^

That was the answer Anatari least wanted to hear. A word that shattered most of his hopes of getting back to his former life. Anatari swallowed the disappointment. "So, where am I really at this time?"

"Bhumi Javacekwara."

Grandpa's body turned gray, slowly translucent, fading, and faltering in a gust of nightly breeze. "Stay in line with the sanatana dharma so that your soul does not stray."

^^^(Sanatana Dharma; Eternal and eternal absolute truth)^^

Anatari stepped up, clasping the empty air. "Grandfather. Wait!"

Byurs. Silent. Now ... he's completely alone, in the middle of the pool.

...***...

Behind the walls of the residence in the neighborhood keputren. The male cock crowed. Birds singing loudly to welcome the sun.

^^^(Keputren; The part of the palace reserved for empresses, concubines, and princesses of the king who are still single)^^^

Halimun covers Bhumi Javacekwara which is on a hill between a thousand green hills surrounded by forest, flanked by two streams on the south and north sides. The west and east sides are pesawahan areas and open plantations fenced in tall trees to the top of the hill.

"Ndoro Princess!"

Two waracethis and four guards surrounded Anatari who had been laid by the pool.

Wh who?

"Why else is this, Ndoro?"

"Must report to Gusti Kangjeng Ratu Indukanti."

^^^(Gusti Kangjeng Ratu; The title held by the queen consort and princess of the king after adulthood or after marriage)^^

"Ndoro Putri is awake?"

"mmmmmmm. You screamed that woke me." Anatari glanced at the waracethi kneeling by his side. "Can you help me?"

"certain."

Anatari squinted towards his injured stomach.

There is still a little pain that feels, but last night it was really excruciating. Did Grandpa do it? Did ya? Did the old man leave and come back? There really is no work.

"You come back to watch" tell one other waracethi.

Anatari was stunned in front of the round table that was in the middle of the residence. Water dripped from his soaked body, flowing down the arch of the chair and emptying into the emerald green and ivory-yellow tapestry adorned with golden threads that stretched, curled, and wrapped, and twisting following the shape of leaves and flowers are mapped to meet the field of tapestry.

Wooden windows opened. The rays of the sun burst into each room. Light up the beautiful jars that adorn some places in this room. The morning air was refreshing, storming in carrying the morning dew that was rushed by the wind.

One servant was busy preparing his Ndoro Putri clothes which were stored in a wooden crate. Another more contained body presents warm tea to the woman who was daydreaming.

"Please, Ndoro."

Anatari stared at the tea water in a beautifully carved earthenware cup. The smoke billows, ushering in the relaxing fragrance of jasmine.

"What happened to me?"

Both waracethi froze. A worry emanated in each line of the two faces.

"Ndoro the Princess doesn't remember?" One of them asked carefully.

Yep. I don't remember at all, but I can't tell you why.

"I just remember the pain." Anatari glanced at the two in turn. "So, does anyone want to explain it to me?"

The two knelt near the pale feet of his lord.

"I forgive servant. It all happened because of my servant. Slave is negligent for not being able to keep this mouth. Servants deserve to be punished. Please Ndoro Putri punish servant. Servant will be happy to accept it," I'm a thinner lady.

The attack of the word 'servant', really adds to the dizziness of his head. Why is he so happy to accept punishment?

Anatari drowned his forehead into the palm of his hand. "It has. It's been. What did you say? On whom?"

"Anu .. umh, Gusti Kangjeng Ratu Indukanti saw Ndoro Putri embrace with Prince Mahesa. He's wrathful. He asked the servant to be honest about your relationship with Prince Mahesa. So-servant-tell him-with-forced. That's why you were sentenced to whipping, but you instead tried to commit suicide by thrusting the sword that Yuwaraja was carrying," explained the servant who felt guilty. He pointed to his left stomach. "Ndoro the Princess stabbed him right here."

Anatari blinked in disbelief. "I stabbed myself with Yuwaraja's sword?"

It turns out that my life was not free from attempted suicide. My poor body.

"really. Yuwaraja had just returned from the border. He immediately ran to meet you in the holding room. Even vouch for your freedom. Fortunately Gusti Kangjeng Ratu Indukanti granted Yuwaraja's request," said the servant who was more contained.

"Why should I be punished just for hugging the Prince?"

"Duh, Gusti! Ndoro this princess how the hell? Saru, Ndoro!" The skinny waiter reminded with anxiety. "Ndoro Putri has been chosen by Sri Maharaja to be the future wife of Yuwaraja. Cook yes relationship with Prince Mahesa is still continued as well."

^^^(Saru; not good/not good)^^

Anatari coughed, choking on the tea water he drank. The two waracethi immediately patted his back.

Unexpectedly I who had been single actually stuck a complicated love story relationship in the past. Real lucky.

"Yuwaraja it ...."

"Crown Prince Javacekwara. The man who will be married to Ndoro Putri. You don't remember that?" sahut skinny maid.

Bumbling struck. Not knowing what to say or act. "I just recovered. So, my memory ...."

"Bad?" the servant was more full.

"Weak. My memory is a little weak" Anatari said.

Both waracethi helped the long-haired woman change into clothes and berias. There is no mirror in this place. He had to fully believe in the expertise of his two personal servants.

"Your names?"

"I'm Jiyem," replied the servant of more stature.

"I'm Liyem," said the skinny waiter, "I pray to Acintya that the memory of Ndoro Putri will soon recover."

"Yes. Hopefully," Anatari hopes.

"Does Ndoro Putri want to eat something?" ask Liyem.

"Later. I want to meet Yuwaraja first. What's name?"

I hope my memory really returns soon. Otherwise, they will always be my personal RPUL.

"Gusti Kangjeng Prince of Abinawa Wiradharma. Ndoro Putri used to call her Abinawa. Can't do it now. Currently, Yuwaraja is with Sri Maharaja in Pendopo Ageng. Discuss the results of this morning's meeting report. You can ask anything if there is still something unclear," said Liyem.

Anatari smiled awkwardly. "certain."

There must be a lot of things I'm going to ask. For now, I just need to know the identity of the people who were by my side and what had happened before I woke up in this foreign place.

Now that I have replaced the mind, soul, and consciousness of Anatari Lingga .. should the memories in his body not be affected, but why can't I remember anything? How can I run my character without making people suspicious?

Liyem helped Anatari with hair styling. Jiyem is in charge of putting on makeup. Anatari was completely resigned to the end result. But he remembered something.

"Please don't stain my lips in red. I prefer the natural."

Jiyem and Liyem nodded, saying, "Hamba understands."

How far am I from Prince Mahesa? Yuwaraja vouch for my freedom? Given our status, shouldn't he be angry that I've been hugging another man? What is the reason behind his actions? What the hell happened before? If I didn't know it, I would most likely have made the wrong decision.

Anatari's finger formed three dots on the dresser, connecting it with the arrow line.

Is this a love triangle in the sea of Bermuda? Looks simple. However, it's really troublesome.

Anatari stood up. "I want to see him."

"Who?" liyem and Jiyem asked simultaneously.