Girl Who Thrown Into Bhumi Javacekwara

Chapters 20. Teeming

Anatari had no choice but to share a bed with Abinawa. He tugged on a long cotton taupe, covering his upper body. His two eyes had been closed for quite a while, but the drowsiness still had not approached him. His left hand that was squeezed into his own body began to go numb. Anatari reluctantly turned to the right despite his already uncomfortable body.

I can't take it anymore.

Anatari instantly turned his body, tilting to the right side. The cold air immediately greeted his face, which should not directly hit his face because it was blocked by Abinawa's body. Anatari opened both of his eyelids.

Where the hell's he going?

He sat on the babragan, looking all over the side of the room without any lit lamps. Abinawa's whereabouts were not detected on its radar of sight.

"Abinawans?" Anatari called out slowly. Both of his legs were lowered from the top of the bed. He focused the energy in his hands. Anatari swung his hand at a dip on the table he was passing by as he approached the door. The fire appeared instantly, like a miracle that could not be deciphered with words.

The door of the room opened without causing any significant creaking sound. The atmosphere inside the inn was quite dark. The lighted dyed was not up to ten pieces. Anatari observed the surroundings. There was no one but himself and his own shadow.

Night insect singing is dominating. Anatari stepped carefully down the steps of the stairs. He raised his left palm, muttering something. A yellow amber light appeared above the palm, one by one a small glowing animal appeared, flying not far in front of him.

In the middle of the empty and gloomy lobby of the inn, a red creature stood silently staring at Anatari. "I'm looking for Yuwaraja Javacekwara. You seen her?" Anatrai's voice sounded resolute and did not want to compromise.

The creature pointed at the exit. His fingers are long and have pointy black nails.

Anatari hurriedly opened the main door of the inn, not wanting to linger with the creepy creature that .... Anatari was stunned in the doorway. He turned to the red creature that was staring at him with a black and dark bead in the absence of a ray of life.

Why am I not afraid of this creature?

Anatari's feathers scowled, then hurriedly left. Not afraid of dealing with a creepy creature, obviously there is something wrong with him.

It seems Anatari Lingga is no stranger to seeing creatures followers of Banaspati, all of which are from the demon race.

Since he was a toddler, Anatari Lingga had often caught 'them' who was secretly watching him. Some are perched on the high walls of the palace. Hiding in a tall tree. Anatari saw it in many places around the Girilaya neighborhood. The majority of 'they' are ugly and creepy. He was convinced that the creatures were sent by Banaspati to oversee the development of the Mustika Naga in him.

Fireflies were still flying, leading the path of Anatari towards the back of the inn, breaking through the thickets. The road uphill although not steep, but still troublesome feet choose a footing because of the many foliage and dry twigs that poor transverse above the surface of the moist red soil. Once stepped foot moist quite deep, making the linen stuck in the spines of the plant Princess Shame.

"Wait," Anathari sizzled at the fireflies.

The glowing beetle just flew around in circles in the same place.

Anatari pulls the tip of the sinjang stuck in the thorns of the plant. After successfully escaping, he asked the fireflies to lead the way back.

Plant tendrils greet him along the steps of the path that only one person passes. Sometimes Anatari was surprised by the leaves of the trees that ran towards him, swaying as a squirrel jumped from one tree to another.

"He's back."

"That's not him."

"He's back."

Anatari spread his gaze around him. He was so sure he heard people talking. But I don't know where they are. There were only sounds that were heard floating in the air, but so close it sounded.

"That's not him. He's weak."

"He's back. I'm sure."

Anatari cursed in his heart, for what did Abinawa go to this kind of place? And why would he go to such great lengths to find the man through the forest in a blind night? She should have gone to Sagara's room just to find out where Abinawa is. That way, he simply sits sweetly waiting for Sagara who is struggling to find his lord. Not himself.

Ah, nevermind. Anatari kadung is here. I don't know which part of the forest he was in. How far he has gone is uncertain. Something that is clear now is just darkness. Fireflies have not shown any sign of stopping flying. He shouldn't have believed Falguni about the insect.

Controlling fireflies was an ability passed down to Anatari from his mother. Oh, don't leave aside about the Dragon Mustika. From the information he got through Falguni, Anatari was able to control one kind of animal with one simple incantation. Whatever he asked the animal to do, the fireflies would obey him unconditionally.

The longer Anatari walked, the deeper it reached the center of the forest. Between the silence and silence that silenced the singing of nature, covered in darkness that was able to hide the evil shadows, Anatari heard a faint voice from his left. The firefly moved to lead him there.

"Aragh!"

Sagaras.

Anatari accelerated his pace. He hoped not to misunderstand the voice. If Sagara is indeed here, then Abinawa is also certainly there. They are like a set of inseparable packages.

"Wiba, no!" shout Tambir.

Anatari questioned what was happening. His pace was getting faster, but seemed to be getting further away from the goal, while the voices of the people he recognized seemed to be no more than two cubits in front of him.

^^^(Hasta; A unit of length calculated from the elbow end of the arm to the middle fingertip of the hand on the same arm)^^

Anatari began to see the whereabouts of the four Abinawa guards. Sagara holds Taruna whose arm is injured. Wiba sits cross-legged after getting an internal wound. Tambir stood anxiously with a torn temple.

Abinawans.

Anatari quickened his pace, approaching them. "What's going on? Where is Yuwaraja?"

The four of them turned in the same direction. Anatari's beads are perfectly rounded when they see Abinawa curling away from attacks by sharp-toothed, long-tongued, pointed-toed creatures.

Anatari frowned to find the truth presented before him.

Abinawa is not a weak body. Not afraid of blood. Nor is Yuwaraja a lazy figure and likes to avoid problems. He was Yuwaraja Abinawa Wiradharma The Successor to the Javacekwara Throne. He is very manly and dashing to face the attack of the ugly creature who has the ambition to take the life of Abinawa. The science of Kanuragan controlled by the man cannot be underestimated, even able to make the situation turn difficult for his opponent.

Abinawa is a character with a mixture of manhood and a gentle aura. Without much attitude he still looks charismatic, charming, and alluring. She had everything the female lead protagonist wanted.

Abinawa caught the creature's long tongue, focused its power on the palm of the hand, then hit the face of his opponent. Abinawa jumped backwards, slamming the monster to different sides.

The palm of his left hand opened, a glowing keris appeared in the blink of an eye. Abinawa attacked again, cutting off a long tongue dangling near her feet. Blood splashed and successfully avoided. He then pulled Keris Amrta right into the heart of the ghastly-faced creature. End the enemy's fight.

Abinawa turned around, unable to continue her steps when her two manics caught Anatari's presence looking at her.

Jayendra emerged from behind the trees and security forces. The old man beckoned to his troops to check the condition of the beast lying motionless.

A fire came out from underground,******* the whole body of the monstrous creature, turning it into a pile of ashes. Anatari looked astonished and horrified to see a sight that was very unusual for him. However, it is different for those around him who are indifferent to what has just happened to the creature, yes, as if it was commonplace they had seen.

Anatari was stunned staring at the flames that lit up the place. He felt a strong pull that moved his legs to get closer.

"I'm sorry for my unwillingness to inform us of our arrival" Abinawa said, without regret.

"I'm no longer surprised by your attitude, but this time you caused a commotion with the Canggal envoy's dedemit. Can you explain this?" pinta Jayendra's.

Anatari stopped his steps, turning to Jayendra. Dedemit Canggal's messenger? A awkward?

"Of course, Grandpa" Abinawa said.

Jayendra turned around, her eyes darting at Anatari's whereabouts. "I didn't know you were gonna take that woman with you."

Anatari fell silent, not knowing how to respond to Jayendra's sentimental remarks.

"forget over. You guys come with me." Jayendra said while away.

Anatari turned to Abinawa who approached him.

"You ...."

"How did you get here?"

Anatari was about to ask if Abinawa was okay. But Abinawa's question is more urgent to get an answer soon.

"I didn't see you in the room."

"Oh."

"Only 'Oh'?"

"Gusti," call Sagara.

"You go first" asked Abinawa.

Abinawa asked Anatari to come to Jayendra's residence adjacent to the Grand Duchy. The other guards gathered there. They treat Taruna, Wiba, and Tambir.

Jayendra hosted Abinawa and Anatari in a pendopo in the front yard of the old man's residence.

"I did send an envoy to Kuthanegara, asking for help to quell the group of tenants from Canggal. For about two years they seized merchandise from the merchants of Kertarta who were about to go to Girilaya. Previously they moved on their own, divided into several groups. However, it has been two weeks that they have used the wild followers of Banaspati to make trouble, go deep into the territory of Kertarta," said Jayendra.

"What have you done before to fight them?" ask Abinawa.

"What I've done is a lot. Success initially. But ever since they've harnessed on dedemit to make trouble, it's been out of my control." Look Jayendra's eyes weak and tired. Not as Anatari had seen at their meeting at the kedaton; sharp and brilliant. "It all starts with your policy of self-reliance that does not tolerate the slightest mistake made by the Sworn Swordsmen. Those who defected and were afraid to make Canggal a place of escape. The only reliable source of livelihood for the runaway people was robbing. It is Kertarta who is the victim. Had they managed to break in and cause trouble, it would have been very detrimental to the trade and the stability of the lives of the people, not only here, but the entire Javacekwara region would have had its effects."

Anatari swallowed bitterly. "Grandfather says they use dedemit. Who's controlling it?"

Jayendra snorted objections to being called grandfather by the woman he considered the most meritorious in creating a puppet that undermined the old man's territory.

"I'm sorry, I'm just trying to get along" Anatari said.

"There is no need to be put in the heart, Grandpa Jayendra is always sensitive to anything, even so, his heart is very good" Abinawa said calmly in her speech.

Jayendra. "Your mouth ...."

"Who uses the dedemites?" sela Anatari, a little urgent.

"Where do I know. That's your job, "take care of the old man.

Abinawa glanced at the agitated-looking Anatari. "Do you remember the sworn warriors who fled to Canggal?"

Anatari. "I'm sorry, I can't remember anything."

"What actually happened to you? Why are there so many things you can't remember?" Jayendra frowned, looking at Anatari with doubt. "The white masked godparents and the Sworn Swordsman. You really don't remember?"

"Did Grandpa know something about me that was related to those two things?" Anatari asked enthusiastically.

"Huh! It's not just me. All Jawi land dwellers also know who you are" Jayendra said.

Anatari turned to Abinawa who pretended not to pay attention to the chatter of two people nearby. "You know who I am too?"

Abinawa cleared her throat, then nodded faintly.

Anatari gave a weak sigh. "Who exactly am I?"

"I can answer that, but you have to tell me first about your memory loss" Jayendra said.

Anatari. Both fingers of his hand were tightly linked to the sina. Should I tell you the truth so that my burden in this life is slightly reduced?

The forehead of Abinawa is intertwined in knowing Anatari thought.

"The woman before us today is not the Anatari Linga."

Jayendra listened seriously, making Anatari more nervous.

Abinawa.