Girl Who Thrown Into Bhumi Javacekwara

Chapters 3. Seek Information

Jiyem and Liyem led the way to the Abinawa residence.

Anatari was still trying to remember who he was today, the identity of the people closest to him, and in what kind of place he stood, regardless of his position. However, everything is still a mosaic whose fragments are scattered just about anything. Therefore, he had to pry at the slightest information that could be obtained from the people that his two servants had mentioned. Actually he could have asked Jiyem and Liyem to tell him all the things he didn't know. However, it would certainly cast doubt on both of Anatari's current identity.

The only way to survive in this land of nowhere is to stay alert and try to blend in.

"Liem. Jiem. Can I ask you something?"

Both waracethi stopped the move.

"Ndoro Putri please do not hesitate," said the two.

"What does Ndoro Putri want to ask?" ask Jiyem.

"For a few days living here, I didn't know how people looked at me. Do I have a good impression or vice versa. I always wondered about it. If I had a good impression, I would be very happy. But just like the opposite, I will do some self-improvement so that all of you can accept me with open arms as part of the king's family. So, what do you think I'm a girl like?"

Jiyem and Liyem exchanged a wary look.

"Why did Ndoro Putri suddenly ask that?" Liyem looked panicked.

"I explained it just now. Now, can you answer that. I just want to know how you've been looking at me all this time."

Jiyem squeezed his fidgety hands, glancing left and right. "If we were to be honest, Ndoro Putri would not punish us, right?"

"Honest fruit is a reward. The fruit of lies is punishment."

Jiyem took a step forward. "Then let me answer it."

"Jiyem," forbid Liyem.

"Ndoro Putri is an evil woman who does not know the ethics of a noble! Talk as you please! Sending whatever! Very inconvenient! Not to be criticized and always punish waracethis and bodyguards only for minor mistakes. Every time insulting the Yuwaraja that we respect! All day praising Prince Mahesa, even secretly meeting her! You really are bucin! The bucin! Buccin!" Jiyem took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Both knees fell to the ground. "Hamba please forgive me for saying so."

Anatari. So many hate attacks. A bucin? Did I hear wrong? Whatdoes thatmean? I have never experienced it myself! Geez, am I a snitch? Reduced all sins. What the fuck?!

"Ndoro Princess," call Liyem.

Anatari scratched one side of his head. "Wakeup. No need to beg for mercy. It's good you said everything."

"Not punished?" Jiyem was flabbergasted in disbelief.

"At this time I have no reason to punish you. Never mind. Quickly lead the way to Yuwaraja's residence."

"Thank you, Princess Ndoro. Thank you." Thank you."

At a crossroads, Jiyem and Liyem turn left while Anatari's feet lead him straight towards the park, where a wooden gazebo stands right at the center.

A man stood there, staring at the moody Chicken Tahi flowers blooming around him. Another man stood not far behind him. Anatari's heart led him to approach the place.

"Prince," call the bodyguard.

The man turned. His black bead glowed staring at the presence of his heart adoration. The approaching Anatari.

The princess stopped at the outside edge of the gazebo. Is he Yuwaraja?

"Parth."

The man in question, get out of the gazebo.

"Sadena Anatari."

Anatari's cold fingers were tightly grasped by a strange man whose face looked familiar. That made Anatari flinch. The image of the figure of the man before him kept darting out from the memory part of his head. Encounters. Longs. A heart that stinks. Farewell. Meeting back. Grief. Punishment. The mask.

Anatari. Anatari Linga loved this man very much.

"Dinda Anatari's. Are you all right?" Mahesa asked with concern.

"Yes. I'm fine." Anatari stared at Mahesa's hand. Something is wrong. He felt nothing but awkwardness.

"Not seeing you for four nights really tormented me. It's all my fault. You should be able to maintain attitude. But ... I still can't accept any of this. It's a fear it can never be, Dinda," I'm Mahesa.

"Daughter Gusti Anatari," called a man who had come with Jiyem and Liyem. His voice was light and firm.

Anatari took a close look at the appearance of the handsome young man in the mature brown skin who walked up to him.

Garments. Gestures. Pattern of batik cloth used. Keris is embedded in his left waist belt. Not much different from Partha's appearance. While Mahesa .. he does not carry keris or sharp weapons. According to the movie Knights Madangkara, the man must be a knight.

Partha appeared blocking the young man's steps. The two sat in deep dislike.

Mahesh stepped forward to Anatari. As if to hide his favorite thing behind his broad shoulders. "What are you doing coming here?"

Sagara's dark brown bead glared sharply at the face covered in half a mask of dark brown wood. Partha walked away and threw away her face. Not scared. The masked guard did not like it when anyone stared at his face for long. As an insult to him.

Sagara pays his respects to Mahesa. "Well come here to guide Gusti Putri Anatari to Yuwaraja's residence."

Both of Mahesh's eyebrows tightly knit, turning to Anatari who was watching the situation with jelly. "Will Dinda go to the Abinawa residence?"

Anatari looked at them all. I did want to meet a man named Abinawa, but meeting you actually doesn't matter. "really. I have to see him."

"What business do you have to see her?" Mahesa stomped forward expressing her objection.

Anatari reflexes retreated as he lowered his head in the shadow of Mahesa. As a victim of oppression in modern life, Anatari is quite sensitive with any form of offensive attitude.

"Yuwaraja is waiting," urged Sagara.

Mahesh continued to stare at Anatari for some time before withdrawing, making room for the woman he loved to leave, albeit with a heavy heart. The brown-skinned man said gloomily, "Go."

Seeing Mahesh's face made Anatari not to the heart, but he still had to go. It felt like saying until we meet again, but considering the problem the two caused a few days ago was already quite troublesome, so Anatari just left without saying any more.

...***...

Previously, Anatari had once entered the area of Yuwaraja's residence by accident. However, today she led the way just circling around the princess.

Why are all the shapes I see always the same? There were no tall trees in the distance. As far as the eye can see there is only a stretch of sky and a little hilltop peeking out from behind the high walls and the stepped kedaton building.

The cold air no longer felt piercing. The wind blew a little. It feels like a cold mountain breeze. However, the sunlight feels more stinging here.

"Ndoro Putri, where are you taking us?" Jiyem started to feel awkward.

Anatari examines the surrounding environment. "This palace is very large. Many roads and roads connect each other. It will not be easy for people to find a way out. Easily misled."

"The Princess is indeed observant. Please come this way." Sagara pointed to his left.

Ah, why not from earlier. "Come on!"

Sagara takes them through a path as wide as six dpa. All kedaton buildings are made of red brick; houses, parks, pendopos, entrance gates, everything has been arranged in such a way. The road they pijak is also a red brick road that connects all the residences of members of the royal family, as well as all the facilities that are in the neighborhood kedaton.

^^^(Dpa size; Distance size unit [length and width]. The size of one dpa has the length of the span of both hands, about 1.6 -2 meters) ^^

They passed through a wooden gate guarded by several heavily armed guards. Crossing the garden area that adorns the front yard of Yuwaraja residence.

"Please Wrestle the Princess waiting inside." Sagara politely pleads.

Anatari stared for a moment at the sun-carved door with intricate details that he did not understand. "The beauty outside is a pity to miss," Anatari subtly refused.

Sagara understands. "Sendicoes. I'll tell Yuwaraja."

^^^(Sendiko; The expression of obedience [Siap], Sendiko dawuh; ready to do )^^

"Good."

Anatari's big eyes combed into the surroundings.

From the physical building, the clothes worn, the mention of someone's position, it is not wrong that I am in the kingdom of Jawi. Which kingdom? Bhumi Javacekwara's? As I recall, the history of the Kingdom of Nusantara never once discussed the kingdom of Javacekwara.

Is this a kingdom that forgot to put into the historical record? Or perhaps an empire that had no contribution whatsoever in the development of a civilization? In other words, a small kingdom that was only a sprout-time?

"Ndoro Putri was thinking of something. Liyem is willing to help." Liyem offered his services.

Anatari weighed the words of the young girl. "Is there a kingdom called Majapahit. Mataram's. Singosari. Kutai. Tarumanegara. Bulelengs. Srivijaya. Samudera Pasai ... or something else?"

Liyem kept silent— did not know the names of the kingdoms his lord mentioned.

"That's what kingdom, Princess Ndoro?" chirps Jiyem.

"Why not ask me?" someone's advice.

The three women turned their faces to the front gate. Jiyem and Liyem immediately saluted. Anatari reflexively did the same. Although I don't understand why. However, not to the point of bending too deeply.

Why does this body move on its own? Is this the legacy left by the body of the Anatari Linga? I'd be very grateful if that legacy was a memory that didn't fade.

"If you want to know the existence of the kingdom, then just ask me. They don't know it" Abinawa said.

Anatari saw the whereabouts of Sagara behind the luxurious dressed man. Liyem and Jiyem's attitude also showed deep respect. That man must be the one he was waiting for.

A faint smile adorned the beautiful face of Abinawa, while bright brown eyes stared softly and deeply. Anatari's heart was tapping tightly from within his body.

Abinawa turned to the Anatari side. "Is the answer written on my face?"

Anatari turned his face the other way. "Then can you tell me?"

"No." Abinawa gave a small smile looking at the agitated outline of Anatari's face. "I mean, none of the kingdoms you mentioned stand in this Jawi Land."

"other kingdoms? Where I come from, isn't that also the kingdom?"

Abinawa pulls up one corner of her lips. "Bhumi Namaini, Bhumi Acarya, Bhumi Girilaya, and Bhumi Javacekwara. You ... are from Bhumi Namaini."

Sagara, Jiyem, and Liyem simultaneously glanced at Abinawa. As if ready to protest.

"Bhumi Namaini," Anatari solemnly repeated.

"Why are you asking about the kingdom in the Land of Jawi?" suspicious Abinawa. "You're about to take the High Office admissions exam?"

"What?! No. gabe. I just want to know, because all this time I have never explored the world outside the palace walls" Anatari said.

Abinawa looked at Anatari, sniffing if there was a lie hidden by the Princess. "What if we talk inside? Keep standing here afraid it will worsen your physical condition which is still weak."

"Yes." Yeah."

Anatari trailed behind Abinawa. This man spoke politely. Authoritative and full of manners. It is in line with his position as Yuwaraja. He seems like the right source of information.

Both Abinawa eyebrows are adrift. Lips cone. What information does he want from me?

Sagara opens the door. He cleared his throat as Jiyem and Liyem tried to step in. All three stood in the foyer. While their lord was sitting on a wooden chair in the room.

^^^(Gebyok Gate; Types of wooden-based doors [mostly Teak Wood] carved with motifs depicting cultural characteristics of a region)^^

Abinawa poured warm tea for Anatari. "Drink."

Anatari did not dare to refuse him. "Yes." Yeah."

Abinawa glanced at Anatari's left abdomen from the tail of her eyes. "Has the wound healed?"

The light brown woman immediately put her tea cup on the table. "It's not healed yet."

"You should be more careful. It's best not to use your inner power for now" Abinawa advised.

Energy in what?

"Thank you for caring about me." Anatari felt that someone had pinched his heart. He gripped the edge of the table.

Abinawa turns her shoulders to Anatari. The woman fixed her sitting position, enduring the pain.

"There is no need to say thank you, not in the future we must take care of each other" said Abinawa.

Anatari is instantly troubled by memories before her wedding day.

Disarray.

Abinawa looks straight at the clear sky against a brilliant light blue background. "Have entered the gawe wisan, why has the food not been delivered?"

^^^(Wisan gawe; Time to finish work in the middle of the day, between 11.00-12.00 noon) ^^

"Maybe in a minute, Gusti. The servant will ask" said Sagara.

"No need." Abinawa turned to Anatari. "Will you accompany me to eat out?"

Anatari recalled his purpose of coming here. "I didn't come here to eat. There's something I want to ask you."

"so apparently. Ask."

"It's about four days ago." Anatari observed the lines of the face of Abinawa. If he is angry, he will not continue his sentence. But the man waited for her to talk. "Regarding me and Mahesa .. aren't you mad at me?"

Abinawa. "Why should I be angry. What's happened, doesn't need to be revealed anymore."

"But I still feel bad. You have kindly guaranteed yourself for my freedom, for my shameless self" Anatari said.

"You know Anatari. Of the many romantic relationships in this world, the king and empress have the most impure relationship. The relationship between the two is always based on the interests and benefits of the government alone. There will always be something to be sacrificed from one or both sides." Abinawa stared straight at Anatari's bead. "A king has no right to choose his queen. So did I. The other you can still determine what you want most."

Anatari looked down lethargic. "I'm sorry ...."

Again. Anatari's heart was pinched by who knows. His body stiffened, falling against the tiles.

"Anatari."