Girl Who Thrown Into Bhumi Javacekwara

Chapters 31. Farewell

Mahesa and Jiera try to calm the wrath of the people of Bhumi Javacekwara. In order to end the chaos that had occurred, Mahesa removed her father from the holding room, taking Sri Maharaja II to Kuthanagara square.

Sri Maharaja II stood in front of his people in the middle of the city square, stating that Abinawa had neglected the duties of Bhumi Javacekwara. Abinawa was incompetent to occupy the position of Yuwaraja. But the people are not satisfied with the statement of Sri Maharaja II who only repeated the mistakes of Abinawa that had previously been conveyed during the sentencing decision yesterday afternoon.

"Yuwaraja has helped the population when there was a flood disaster" said a farmer.

"Yuwaraja opened a rice barn for kedaton supplies during the lean season. Because of his services, many of our children are still alive today" said a carpenter.

"Yuwaraja taught reading and writing to our parents, our children. His deeds are noble" said a young teacher.

"Yuwaraja taught us to choose herbs that can be used as traditional medicine" said a physician.

"A King must pay attention to his people, for there can never be a King without the presence of the people. Yuwaraja was the one who noticed us when the other top brass of the palace was busy carrying out the task of expanding the territory" said the old merchant.

The defense continued, Sri Maharaja II could not deny it. However, he is now under pressure from Mahesa. Makes him prefer to silence for the safety of Indukanti.

The chaos grew wild, after Sri Maharaja II forced himself to announce the coronation of Prince Mahesa Narendra as Yuwaraja Bhumi Javacekwara.

Jiera took the initiative, asking Mahesa to speed up the punishment of Anatari and Abinawa. If it continues to be pushed back, fearing that the people will be more courageous, to finally cause a rebellion that will complicate their plans.

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The next day, Anatari and Abinawa were sent to Mount Mrapen, which was outside the control of the four kingdoms, far to the west outside the Bhumi Acarya region.

The horse-drawn carriage Mahesa and Jiera were leading in the front row. Anatari and Abinawa were placed in a horse-drawn carriage in the form of a wooden cage that was not much. Cavalry troops at the front and rear.

The horse-drawn carriage swayed through the red and rocky dirt road. High and dense tares crusted at the roaring wind. The sky is still moping. Showing a day that feels like twilight.

Anatari and Abinawa sat back to each other. Abinawa sat leaning back, holding back the rebellion in her stomach that was in unbearable pain. While Anatari, coiled hugging his body that shivered cold because of the decline in the function of his body.

"Anatari," call Abinawa.

Anatari answered him with a barely audible mutter.

"Are you mad at me?" ask Abinawa.

The silence of Antari along the journey so disturbed the mind of Abinawa. He was afraid that Anatari would hate him. In reality, Anatari was at the end of his life.

"I'm not mad at you."

"Then say something."

"Right now, I'm picking up my death. I was afraid that the words that came out of my mouth would be farewells" Anatari said.

"I'm sorry for doing something that hurt you" Abinawa said.

"You don't have to apologize. What happens to us is not our will. I was angry to let all this happen. If only there was something I could do to prevent it, I would do it even if I had to bet on life" Anatari said.

Abinawa smiled also frowned feeling her entrails twisted. "Anatari, not everything in this world has to be solved by betting lives. There are still many more viable ways to try, without having to incur a new grudge that triggers the next disaster."

"Tell me how? Should the theatricality close the eyes of reality? Following a destiny that always plays games? What does a fish get from swimming with the flow? Tell me what am I supposed to do? Do not just entertain me with a discourse that seems grandiose," said Anatari.

Abinawa was silent, not wanting to argue with Anatari whose mood was bad. In fact, Abinawa has been carrying out its plans for a long time in anticipation of something like this. Abinawa performs as a sickly Yuwaraja in order to send Mahesa to perform her duties outside Bhumi Javacekwara.

When Mahesa left, Abinawa made an approach to all her people. Provide a good and positive image to gain the sympathy of the people. Because for him, the greatest strength of a nagari lies not in the toughness of the royal army, but the love of the people for its leader. And Abinawa got what she wanted. Now it is just a matter of time to enjoy the fruits of his efforts.

The motorcade of the horse-drawn carriage entered the foothills of Mount Mrapen, greeted by the smell of sulfur that filled the air. Partha gestured for a stop outside the high wooden fence that bordered the Banaspati region and the human world.

Anatari holds the arm of Abinawa. "I can't stand," he said.

Without complaining of the pain that was also afflicting her, Abinawa reached out her hand, helping Anatari to sit leaning against her.

Anatari squinted his eyes. Observe the arid surrounding environment. As far as the eye could see there was only a stretch of towering black sand dunes. Here the wind roared louder, occasionally carrying a much more pungent smell of sulfur.

A soldier opened the cage door. Mahesa and Jiera greeted Anatari and Abinawa who stepped down from the horse-drawn carriage.

"We have arrived at Mount Mrapen. It's time for Anatari to say his last word" Jiera said.

Anatari glanced at Mahesa and Jiera, faintly seeing Anatari smiling sinisterly. "Why should I say the last words? Once I become a ghost, I can still speak to curse you."

Abinawa was inexhaustible in the breath of Anatari who faltered, in still able to issue a threat.

"You need to know that all ghosts obey me" said Jiera did not want to lose.

"Low-class ghost you mean?" Anatari.

Jiera looks upset. However, Mahesa glanced at him, preventing the grumpy princess from attacking Anatari.

"You don't have to serve it" whispered Abinawa.

"I've said my last words. Now just throw me out of here. I'm sick of seeing you both" Anatari concluded.

Mahesh was offended by Anatari's words, but tried to restrain himself. "That's impossible. The Mrapen gap is still quite far away. We're not going to take you there anyway. Abinawa will do it. At his own request."

Anatari turned to Abinawa who was silent. He swallowed bitterly knowing Abina herself would lead him to the gates of death.

"What are you waiting for then." Anatari's raucous voice faltered in his throat.

Anatari chose to walk on his own. Trained to climb the mountain sand that feels hot stinging his feet. Abinawa was trailing, watching over the dazed Anatari. His hand was stretched out when the woman in front of him fell, but Anatari signaled that Abinawa would not help him.

"Let me help you, "please Abinawa, kneel beside Anatari.

"Betting me reach death faster" Anatari said.

Anatari ignored him. He stood back up. His body was slightly shaken by the rapid wind that shot down from the top of the mountain.

Anatari turned to Abinawa. "You know, I came into this world to reduce all my sins. At first I managed to prevent Anatari Lingga from killing Lavi." Anatari. "But in the end it was fate that won it all. Then what's the point of me here, if I can't change anything. I haven't done anything to reduce my sins. I have failed."

Abinawa. "Destiny cannot be changed. Waiting for destiny is not a wise choice. Follow fate if you want to hold on for a moment. And, meet destiny if you want to win it. You always have your own choice. Pick up your destiny and win your fate."

"If I could do it, Abinawa. I wasn't given a choice for that. I can't be what I want to be. Even saying sorry and thank you for threatening my life." Anatari. Blood flowed out of his mouth.

Abinawa in Anatari. "Don't talk anymore. Don't say anything."

"Why Abinawa? Why should you? I thought you were gonna be my guardian angel. The fact is now that you are my angel of death. It turns out I was wrong all along. Tell me, am I really going to die?" lamentations Anatari.

Abinawa's lips moved about to say something, she thought for a moment and hesitated. Only a slow gasp of breath replaced his words held back.

Partha and the man in the caping hat gushed through the strong winds, approaching Anatari and Abinawa.

"Hurry way!" partha urged.

Anatari is embedded in its place. Abinawa carried Anatari with a heavy heart. The young man frowned, feeling Anatari's entire cold body. Anatari's two hands were embracing Abinawa's neck. Close-fitting. Don't want to be separated.

Anatari has lost. Failing to carry out its mission reduces sins in the past. If you knew it would end up like this, Anatari would rather die from a fall from the height of a nineteen-story building.

Reincarnation? What's the point if you can't change anything.

Anatari's dim black bead looked at the soft, pale face of Abinawa.

In addition to failing to carry out my mission, I will also lose someone who has filled my heart. A slightly satirical mentor. But I like it. Even though our togetherness feels short. However, the marriage that had been established between us seemed to have bound my heart to you. I feel lucky to have successfully prevented Sagara, so that I can carry out the wedding ceremony with you.

The picture while undergoing the wedding ceremony procession with Abinawa looms in his mind. Anatari closed his eyes.

Abinawa shed tears knowing Anatari's thoughts. Deep in Abinawa's closed heart, she was happy to learn that the teenage girl, who was injured by her arrows, had the same feelings for her. He was sad to be his angel of death.

"Should have been, my groom would have carried me as we entered the bridal room. But, my groom just carried me to my grave. Abinawans. Are you really expecting my death?"

Abinawa brought down Anatari. Holding the woman's skinny arm, holding her back from falling into the Mrapen Pass behind her.

"When rain is the mercy of Acintya, to me, are tears of having to lose you. If the waves are the temperature stabilizers of the world, to me, it is my regret to try to reach out for your apology. If the mountain is a counterbalance to the earth we are on, for me, it is anger that is held back because it cannot save you" Abinawa said in a raucous voice.

Anatari lowered his head, hiding his sobs. Anatari turned his back on Abinawa, stepping close to the deep, dark lips of the Mrapen Pass. Abinawa followed him, reluctantly taking Anatari's hand.

Anatari wanted to turn around one last time, but he was afraid he could not take Abinawa off. One last step sent his feet flying through the air. The heart of Abinawa paused for a moment to see Anatari leave, feeling the woman's cold hands slipping away so quickly.

Abinawa ran towards the bottom of the ravine. However, Anatari had snatched away the darkness deep down a bottomless gap. So quick. He was not ready to let go of Anatari's hand. In fact, it's never ready.

Partha and the man in the caping hat waited vigilantly in case Abinawa would go berserk. But Abinawa does not have any power for now. So they easily took him back to Bhumi Javacekwara.

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After Anatari's departure two days ago, Abinawa was imprisoned inside her residence under heavy guard. Currently she was preparing to wear her royal outfit as Yuwaraja. Not to forget the perched makuta covered her hair loop.

Abinawa stepped out while the dew still covered Bhumi Javacekwara. The sun doesn't even show its light. A herd of dark gray clouds covered the sky. Something cold fell on his cheek. He stretched his hand forward.

Rained out.

The man in the caping cap and soldier Bhumi Namaini stood near Abinawa who had lost his spirit. Rinai rain accompanied her steps towards Pendopo Ageng who had been cheered by traitors who were waiting for her to surrender the position of Yuwaraja. Sri Maharaja II sat on his throne chair accompanied by Gusti Kangjeng Ratu Indukanti who sat on the chair next to him.

Abinawa was a little relieved to see her parents doing well.

A dharmmadyaksa presided over the ceremony of Abinawa's dismissal as Yuwaraja, releasing his well-guarded makuta. Sri Maharaja II turned his face away and Indukanti closed her eyes as soon as the makuta was placed on Mahesa's head.

As soon as the ceremony was over, Abinawa was about to approach her father. However, Jiera got in the way, so Abinawa did not have time to meet her parents who had been taken away by the soldiers.

"If you want to see your father, how about we talk about it somewhere else?" tawar Jiera's.

Abinawa patted Jiera's index finger that was swerving along the scarf covering her chest. "I have nothing to do with you."

Mahesa stepped proudly, approaching Abinawa. "Thank you Dimas is willing to return this makuta to the owner who should."

"I don't mind at all, considering that the makuta is just a symbol, not a reflection of real power" Abinawa said.

"A horse has been prepared for Abinawa." Partha came interrupting, preventing any uproar that might be about to occur.

Abinawa stepped out with her head raised. The gate of the kedaton was wide open for him, revealing the crowd of Bhumi Javacekwara people waiting for him. Although now he is no longer Yuwaraja Bhumi Javacekwara, but his steps remain firm and steady. His authority and charisma did not diminish.

Abinawa felt something warm enveloping her left hand. Anatari's brilliant shadow was smiling at him. The grip of his hand felt as tight as the last time their hands were tied. Together, the two stepped through the gate of the kedaton. Crowds of people stepped aside, marching on both sides of the street to give their last salutes.

Seeing the people thronging every inch of Kuthanagara's wide path, made Mahesa's heart tremble. Wondering about the behavior of Abinawa so as to win the hearts of all the people of Bhumi Javacekwara.

The surface of Abinawa shows no expression. His unstoppable move seemed to show his determination to immediately leave his birthplace. However, he instantly stopped in the middle of the Meranti Wood bridge, staring at his left hand. The warmth that had been enveloping the hand turned a piercing and drenched cold. His face looked up towards the sky.

Did you also see this rain, Anatari? Can you feel my sadness?

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