Girl Who Thrown Into Bhumi Javacekwara

Chapters 29. Hope Swallowed by Darkness

Abinawa's decision left Anatari with a hard slap that left a red trail on the hot cheeks. Anatari did not use his inner power, but his anger. He vented all his angry feelings on Abinawa through the slap. Even if it doesn't feel right. He was disappointed in Abinawa for leaving him. While he at that time needed someone who could strengthen him. That would comfort him, saying that everything would be fine. Anatari expected that person to be Abinawa. But ... in reality he was alone. Always was.

Anatari closed himself up, clearing the distance between the two. His head bowed in Abinawa's chest, sobbing in the arms of a man he missed. I don't know when that feeling grew in him. Anatari never realized it. His feelings are also not known for certain whether for Abinawa or Anzel.

"Cry if it calms you down" Abinawa said, almost muttering.

Anatari tightened his embrace. He did not want Abinawa to disappear from his side again.

...***...

Sunlight greets Bhumi Javacekwara. However, not as bright as usual. The wind is much calmer. Hot weather makes sweat run. The residents of Javacekwara live their activities in a state of calm and peace. None of them knew of the chaos that had occurred within the royal family. They were curious to see the presence of Bhumi Namaini troops patrolling in large groups.

"Where did our army go?" ask a vegetable merchant whose stall has just been passed by Bhumi Namaini's troops on patrol.

"Our forces? Since when did the Maharaja become your Father?" sahut the older fabric trader.

"No need to be angry, Cake. You'll be short later" said the old merchant's wife.

"Unfortunately Gusti Janardana has not returned, to the extent that Bhumi Namaini's troops have to intervene to guard Javacekwara?" ask the fruit merchant who is a young woman.

"It seems not yet" replied the greengrocer.

"There may be another wedding" said the old merchant's wife. "The Maharaja was very happy to marry young women. It could be the wedding of Yuwaraja Abinawa and Gusti Putri of Namaini who is reportedly very beautiful. He must have passed the habit down to Yuwaraja."

"Well, that's probably the most reasonable thing" said the vegetable trader.

The patrol group Bhumi Namaini returned, this time sharing a sheet declaring Abinawa's fatal mistake as Yuwaraja. The mistake Anatari made. Tremors began to occur everywhere, questioning the truth of the news released by the kedaton. The pros and cons of arguments hit all circles of Javacekwara population.

...***...

Anatari and Abinawa were picked up by a squad of troops from their homes. The two were tightly escorted to the prison, passing through thousands of pairs of eyes full of curiosity. Bhumi Namaini's team made human fences on both sides of a crowded street crowded with residents.

This is the agreement that Abinawa and Mahesa have made. Abinawa was indeed given the opportunity to meet with Anatari, in return, she had to surrender. As a ransom for the lives of his parents.

Anatari glanced towards the soldier barracks. Bhumi Namaini's troops are escorting the remaining Bhumi Javacekwara forces to nowhere.

Along the way, residents reached out, trying to touch Abinawa.

"Yuwara."

"Yurajawa, what happened?"

"This is not true. Yuriya!"

"Yuwaraja we."

"Yuwara."

Abinawa's face is flat indecipherable. Anatari does not know what the man thinks or feels when he is in mannequin mode. Anatari occasionally stumbled because his body was still recovering. Abinawa turned her head whenever Anatari showed signs of falling. However, he knew that he was currently useless as both of his wrists were chained. Anatari.

Wailings of grief from the residents accompanied along our journey. Anatari never realized how much Abinawa meant to the people of Javacekwara. The sadness and lamentation shown reflected the content of their hearts.

Abinawa, if only I had more time with you, I would ask you hundreds if not thousands of questions just about you. Every day. Until I am completely satisfied and convinced that I am the only one who understands you the most. I hope the angel of death is a little late to pick me up.

Abinawa turned to Anatari after knowing the woman's thoughts. It felt like holding Anatari, but he couldn't do it. He turned his face away, letting the wind sweep away the sadness in his dewy eyes. But the wind had disappeared from Javacekwara, leaving Abinawa and a puddle of tears that had almost fallen from his eye-pleasers.

A soldier from Bhumi Namaini pulls Anatari's hand, pushing him into a straw-clad detention room.

Abinawa fiercely glared at the soldier who was actually met with a big smile.

"Wrestling Princess!" exclaim Lavi. The Chief of Guards hugged his master tightly.

Anatari smiled in relief without being able to speak.

Abinawa was put into a holding room opposite the Anatari detention room.

"Yuwara." Sagara and Taruna saluted him.

"Thank God I can still see you. What about Tambir and Wiba? Any word from them?" ask Abinawa.

"Sorry, Gusti. It happened so fast that we didn't have time to tell each other" Sagara said.

"It's okay." Abinawa is trying to show her smile. "Then, Sri Maharaja and Empress Indukanti .. are they safe?"

Sagara looked down inside.

"We don't know, Gusti. We and seven soldiers have been captured since we were in Kertarta" replied Taruna.

"Has Bhre Jayendra and the people of Kertarta managed to save themselves?"

"What's wrong with you, Kangmas?" sela Sagara, upset. "You only care about others. Always has. Look at you now. Kangmas Mahesa has taken everything from you. I warned you to beware of him, but you're always being naive."

Anatari and Lavi listened, rather, watching from behind the wooden bars of their holding room.

"Sagara, relax. Yuwaraja behaved so because she bears a greater responsibility than us" Taruna said.

"I understand. But ... still. I don't think this is true." Sagara has trouble finding words to say. The contents of his head were too tired to think of all the series of events that happened so quickly.

Abinawa sits on straw-lined tiles without hesitation and uneasiness. "You talk too much, Dimas. Save energy. Because here, the day can feel really long." Abinawa closed her eyes.

Anatari turned his back on Abinawa. What Abinawa said is true. Anatari once felt it when his freedom was sacrificed for his salvation. From then on, for a dozen years, Anatari became a Caged Princess. Until his soul was swayed in the middle of the ocean of emptiness. Toying his mind and mind in anger.

Time keeps rolling. I don't know day or night. The five of them sat in silence, drifting away from each other, immersed in each other's thoughts.

Food and drink were no longer served for two nights. Anatari's condition is getting weaker and paler. He turned to Abinawa, who kept watching him from behind the wooden bars of his detention room door.

"How are you doing?" ask Abinawa. Although his voice was calm, the look in his eyes was so worried about Anatari's condition.

Anatari who was about to sleep, immediately opened his heavy eyelids. "I can still breathe."

"Still have the energy to joke?" goda Abinawan's.

"W-Wasn't that true. If there are still some of us outside the palace, hope is still clearly visible. But looking at the reality now, who can we expect to come to our aid" said Lavi, desperate.

"We can't expect anyone else to come to our aid. Hope comes from within. We are the ones who have to create it. Where we have high hopes for freedom, Acintya will show the way even if it is a gap as big as a pinhole" said Anatari, encouraging.

"What about Queen Kangjeng? What is your greatest hope in a situation like this?" ask Taruna.

"I dare not hope anymore. Even if I have it. I'm afraid I can't take the opportunity Acintya gave me. My meridians are broken. Just waiting for time --" said Anatari, weak.

"No need to continue" forbid Abinawa. What Anatari will say next, Abinawa can already guess. That's why he doesn't want to hear it.

Lavi felt that the question of Taruna was too sensitive, thus making his lord sad. He moved his hand as if he wanted to claw at the Cadet sitting leaning against the wooden bars of his holding room. The cadets returned it with mocking gazes.

Sagara floated a raw bogem to the head of the Cadets, making the Deputy Chief of Guards ignore the call to fight from Lavi.

Anatari was sitting in the same place as Abinawa, just in a different space. "Why did you come back alone? Isn't it very dangerous. Do you have your own plans, Abinawa?"

"My goal back to Javacekwara was to go home after doing chores. So, why should I bring troops" replied Abinawa, lightly.

Anatari chuckles. "Can I tell you where you've been for the past few days?"

Abinawa.

"Do you know where he's been for the past few days?" ask Anatari.

Sagara and Taruna compactly shook their heads.

"Yuwaraja redid it from us. Therefore we do not dare to ask further" said Sagara.

A soldier unlocks the door of Anatari's detention room. Anatari hurried to his feet with Lavi's help. Two other soldiers shuffled in, pulling Lavi out.

"wait. What's going on?" prevent Anatari's.

"He will be executed today" said the soldier who unlocked the door. "Bring his lord out."

"Eccsecution," cried Anatari.

"What mistakes did he make?" shouting Taruna. "Lave!"

Lavi turned to Taruna. Confusion and panic flashed across his face.

The two soldiers dragged Anatari and Lavi out of the holding room. The two were led to the town square which had crowded the entire population of Javacekwara. The chains that bind the wrists and feet are removed.

"Kneel down" said the soldier.

Both of them kneeled in the middle of the ground field under the scorching sun. To the north of them was a wooden platform that had been decorated in such a way. Silk fabrics in purple gradations were laid out on it. Mahesa, Jiera, Partha, and .. people wearing caping hats surrounded by black cloth were there. In the shadow of comfort.

Partha. Anatari and Lavi. A scroll of parchment was spread vertically in front of his face. All the inhabitants kneeled, saluting as soon as they realized the parchment that was within the grasp of Partha was the usual decree issued by Sri Maharaja II.

"Lavi Cana's. The Maharaja has decided that you are guilty of conspiracy with a group of masked tenants. And, doing the extermination of the inhabitants of the Grand Duchy of Kertarta. Therefore, Lavi Kana was sentenced to death."

Lavi shook her head hard. Lavi is not a loser who will run away from responsibility. But, now Lavi does not want to be responsible for something that is clearly not done by him.

"He didn't do it" defended Anatari.

"Given that Lavi Kana is the Chief of Guards Gusti Kangjeng Ratu Anatari Lingga, Gusti Kangjeng Ratu Anatari Lingga will carry out the execution process" continued Partha. Partha rolled up the parchment and returned to the stage.

Anatari tightly hugged Lavi who was drooping on his shoulder. "He didn't do it. It's slander. He didn't do anything!"

"If he doesn't do it? So who's the real culprit?" ask Jiera.

Anatari glanced at Mahesa who ignored him. Anatari. "You're carrying out a rotten plan to frame us?"

"We didn't do anything, Queen Kangjeng. We were simply carrying out the orders of the Maharaja based on a report that had been given by a witness, "tururur Jiera, played her tone.

"Witnesses? The witness you guys bribed or threatened?" accuse Anatari.

"Don't throw baseless accusations, Queen Kangjeng. But if you insist, you can hear for yourself the truth you've been hiding." Jiera gestured at the soldier behind Anatari.

The people who were crowding there pulled over, giving way to the people Anatari knew.

"Bhre Jayendra, will you repeat what you told the Maharaja about what happened in Kertarta? I want to clear up Gusti Kangjeng's unfounded accusation of Queen Anatari Lingga" Mahesa said.

"Available, Prince." Bhre Jayendra looked straight at Anatari. "I don't like this girl. That is reality. I always felt that his presence in Javacekwara would only bring disaster. And that's true. That night, he put back on his cursed mask, leading the Canggal Dedemit and the Swordsmen to wreak havoc on the Grand Duchy of Kertarta. The whole house burned. The old-young finished him indiscriminately. The war that night was nothing like a raging demon. And the woman next to him, she's his right hand."

"Enough, Bhre Jayendra," said Mahesa. "You can go."

One of Anatari's hands clenched Jayendra's ankles, while the other hugged the sobbing Lavi. "That's a lie. Grandpa! Tell the truth. I beg!"

Bhre Jayendra turned her face away from Anatari. Lavi sobbed in Anatari's arms, hugging very tightly the waist of his lord.

"Execute the process" Jiera said.

"I beg you to let us prove our innocence" lamented Anatari.

Four soldiers separated the two. Anatari's weak body was forced to stand. Lavi was dragged and forced to kneel. The person wearing the caping hat came down from the stage, taking out his keris. He gave it to Anatari.

"Daughter Gusti," isak Lavi.

"He deserves to die."

"He deserved to die."

"The woman's law."

Anatari's body trembled at the cry of thousands of people telling him to do something he clearly did not want to do. The keris in his hand was almost released. The man in the caping hat held Anatari's hand swiftly. Now the trembling hand holding the keris was more than ready to make an attack.

"Find it out" whispered the man.

Anatari's dark beads widen. His breathing stopped for a moment. Blood splashed onto Anatari's face.