Girl Who Thrown Into Bhumi Javacekwara

Chapters 24. Wild Rose

Anatari stretched his body on the bed, for a long time he had not felt this sleepy. His hands stretched out to the side, landing on something warm and moving slowly. Anatari opened his eyes, finding Abina was still asleep beside him. Anatari's hand, which was in Abinawa's diaphragm, felt regular breathing. The man slept quietly and peacefully. Anatari tilted his body, propping up his head with his right hand.

The beads sparkle combing every curve of Abinawa's face. If Anatari Lingga was my life in the past, could it be that you were him? Every time I see you, I miss him. Missed him more. Anatari closed his eyes, preventing tears from falling unsolicited.

Abinawa awakens soon, laying Anatari under her power. Anatari turned so surprised.

"You awake?" anatari asked not very clearly because his voice was stuck in his esophagus.

"Who do you miss?" Abinawa's voice sounded soft.

"What do you mean?" anatari asked, her voice sounding trembling. "You ... can read my mind?"

Abinawa observes Anatari's face, seeking answers from his curiosity. A tear fell from the outer corner of my eyes Anatari.

"Who are these tears for?" abinawa asked quietly, dislike painted on her face. His eyes moved staring at the nervous Anatari bead. "For Mahesa."

Anatari shook his head, dear Abinawa did not see him because he was in a hurry to turn around. Abinawa sits on the edge of the bed. Anatari confusion to give an explanation. How should I explain it?

The water on Abinawa turned sour, choosing to go to the back of the bedroom to clean up.

A waracethi tells Anatari that he must meet Falguni immediately. Anatari said with a little annoyance. Not upset with Falguni, but with himself who could not answer Abinawa's questions.

Anatari jumped down from the top of the babragan, darting into the room behind the room. He saw Abinawa was wearing accessories that symbolized that he was a high position in the structure of a kingdom. Abinawa has finished wearing it all. His feet stepped closer to a pair of slaps adorned with brilliant red gems. However, Anatari hastily picked up a pair of tompahs made of wood and leather, thrusting them in front of the raised leg of Abinawa. Abinawa cursed him in silence.

Anatari quickly stood up, holding Abinawa's wrist to prevent her from leaving. "Are you mad at me?" His legs jingled, trying to match the height of Abinawa towering in front of him. So that his eyes could figure out the answer from the slightest expression Abinawa showed.

Abinawa. Think for a moment until he finally says, "I'm not mad at you. Anatari, if I had met you earlier ... would you have liked me?"

Anatari. Abinawa.

"If you don't want this relationship, I'll let you go."

Anatari was at a loss for words, glued to where he stood. Looking at the departure of Abinawa who felt disturbing himself. I don't know what kind of feeling exactly. Tears rolled across his cheeks, flowed down his chin, and fell to his feet.

...***...

A seventeen-year-old boy rides a dark brown stallion that has a long shiny mane. The horse's legs stomped the ground firmly, winding between the trees quite tightly. The horseman gave a cue, made his mount turn and jumped into the open.

The teenager's breathing was hunting behind a dark blue cloth that hid half of his face. His dark brown bead whizzed wild weeds around him. Far in front of him, a female deer hopped from one reeds to another. He lifted his bow, aiming at the stocky-bodied deer. The arrow is attached and ready to be released. Instead of a deer being harvested, the arrowhead grazed the left arm of a teenage girl dressed in plain hemp cotton.

The man cursed slowly to see his hunting deer managed to escape. His gaze turned to the woman who stood pecking, staring at the blood seeping on her simple shawl cloth. Judging from her posture, the woman was no more than fifteen years of age.

"Sorry for making you hurt. Give me your hand let me check it," said the man.

The woman did not bully him, continuing what he was doing. Both of his hands pulled strong Rose trees that resembled dangerous shrubs because they were filled with thorns.

The man stuck out his head, full of curiosity. "What are you trying to do?"

The woman did not abort. Again.

Feeling that something bad was happening, the man tried to stop the actions of the woman who had ignored him. The female reflex removed the hand of the man who dared to touch her hand, she retreated staggered to the point of almost falling.

"Who gave you permission to touch me?" reprimand the long straight-haired woman, half of whom are allowed to stretch to the back.

The man smiled brightly. "It turns out you can talk."

"Why bother me? Take care of your own business."

"What are you doing that doesn't concern your wounded body?"

The woman glanced at his left arm. He breathed a rough breath.

"I didn't do it intentionally. Really am. I was about to shoot a deer, but you appeared suddenly from within the weeds, startling my game animal until it ran away," said the teenage boy. His maniknya glanced at the two palms of the woman who was filled with scratches of Rose thorns. "What are you trying to do with that tree?"

The teenage girl turned from the teenage boy to the Rose bush in a flat gaze. "I want to take her home. Plant it in the garden so I can see it at all times."

The teenage boy looked at the Rose bush in front of him. "This plant has more leaves than its flowers. What makes this wild rose bush so attractive to your eyes?"

"Wild roses are plants that have beautiful and fragrant flowers. He is the most powerful and able to adapt in areas with minimal water resources. He also has a thorn that can hurt anyone who wants to break it. I love her because she is beautiful, fragrant, powerful, and deadly" replied the teenage girl, without taking her eyes off a single-petalled Rose Flower in perfect bloom.

The boy bent over, broke the bottom of the trunk that was hard enough, then cut the end of the trunk that still felt soft at the top. "Embraise. It's gonna grow up well." Abinawa gave the cuttings of Rose plants to the stunned teenage girl looking at him. "Didn't you want to plant it in your garden? Take it."

"Wrestling! Gusti Princess!" call a ten year old girl.

The teenage girl was hesitating. However, it still took the mysterious male gift before him, then ran away.

...***...

Anatari stepped as fast as he could towards the Falguni residence that was behind the Main Pendopo. Falguni gestures to the servants as Anatari steps onto the front porch of her aunt's residence. Anatari was asked to close the door behind him.

"Auntie's looking for me?" anathari asked with a loud breath.

Falguni invited Anatari to sit with her in the bale-bale. "How is your body doing right now?"

"Good." Anatari's forehead is wrinkled. "It's never been this good."

Falguni smiled happily. After his talks with Abinawa last night, the two headed for the Anatari residence. The Falguni covered several parts of Anatari's body, from the bottom up. In sequence and slowly. The energy flow in the originally blocked Anatari body was now slowly flowing.

Falguni confessed to Abinawa that she could not free all her meridians at once. The huge wave of energy that came suddenly would make Anatari's heart stop for good. But, if it is not opened in the near future will make Anatari's body crumble because of the impact of the great energy of the Mustika Dragon that has exceeded the limit.

"I'm glad to hear it, too" said Falguni, though her heart felt the opposite.

"Auntie, about the Dragon Mustika --"

"We'll do it slowly. We must meditate, balance your chakras in order to blend with your soul as well as nature. You need to know that your chakras are currently unstable. Regarding the next thing we will think about after this," explained Falguni.

"All right."

Both of them are doing Kundalini Meditation. Falguni, sticking her left palm behind Anatari's back, helped control Anatari's energy to keep it centered in the core of her soul. While Anatari only focuses on his Kundalini Meditation to reactivate the metaphysical energy within his body.

Anatari Kemala does not know exactly what makes him able to do this meditation. He just tried to do it and everything just went his way. After meditating for some time, he felt that something was creeping from the tip of his fingers as his feet slowly rose and spread throughout his body. It feels warm and soothing.

Dawn meets noon. Late at dusk, until the night that is now in power, Anatari just ended his Kundalini Meditation with Falguni. Anatari felt his body far energized. He turned to the limp and pale Falguni.

"Auntie, what happened to you?"

Falguni confirmed his sitting position with the help of Anatari who was now crouching in front of him.

"Aunt ...."

"I'm fine. I'm just tired." Falguni said with great difficulty. "Return to your acceptance. I'll take a break to restore my strength."

Anatari hesitated, but Falguni's smile reassured him.

"All right."

After Anatari's departure, someone appeared from behind Falguni, anchoring the Queen to the bed.

"Thank you, Jalanatra."

Jalanatra cow bowed respectfully.

"Have you told Sri Maharaja?"

"Here you go, Her Majesty the Queen."

"Goodoo. I don't want the Old King to die worrying about his son. Anyway, I need Abinawa to save Anatari."

The Jalanatra cow nodded again. "The current condition of Gusti Anatari is so weak. Not like her old self."

"That's because the Mustika Dragon has taken a lot of pure energy away from him. Had I not blocked his meridians, he would not have existed until now. I could not believe that other than taking pure energy from Anatari, that Dragon Mustika was also absorbing my pure energy. My chakras are now completely unbalanced" Falguni said.

"What can I do for Her Majesty the Queen?"

"Stay watch over the three nagari. If news of the Dragon Mustika is spread out, then prepare for the worst" Falguni said.

The crested eagle flew high above the Girilaya kedaton, shrieking loudly, gliding in the air through the darkness of the night.

...***...

Mahesa practiced canuragan science on the beach. Each of his movements was trying to split the wind, breaking the water. A strong determination emanated from his firm facial lines, harboring anger.

A Crested Eagle flew around Mahesa in the orange glowing sky. A young woman was standing near the trees on the outer side of the forest. He spread out his arms, making it a solid landing spot for his pet. "You're back" he whispered. After interacting for some time with the carnivorous bird, he approached Mahesa. His body swayed every time he stepped. So pliable and gurgling. The lips behind the thin silk veil that hid half of his face, painted a beautiful smile.

"You've been training too hard, Mahesa." The voice of the woman was soft and light. "The dawn has arrived. Stop tormenting your precious physique," she surrounded the stubborn Mahesa, "unless you want to take the throne without life."

Mahesa's fist stopped in front of the face of the veiled woman. Instead of being afraid, the woman clasped Mahesa's hand, pulling the man towards her. "We await your orders, Your Majesty."