Girl Who Thrown Into Bhumi Javacekwara

Chapters 4. Wounded Spells and Curse Words

Yuwaraja Residence is the third largest residential neighborhood building after the residence of Sri Maharaja II and Gusti Kangjeng Ratu Indukanti. The furniture is more complete and some of them are coated in gold.

Care was also tightened. No one can enter without the permission of Yuwaraja, except Sri Maharaja II and Gusti Kangjeng Ratu Indukanti. Merely to preserve the safety of the successor to the throne Javacekwara.

Sagara House, guard soldiers, waiters, kitchen, is at the very back end. Separated sandy field that is wide enough to accommodate a hundred warriors who practice canuragan science together.

^^^(Kanuragan Science; Science that serves to defend itself supernaturally)^^

Abinawa stood outside the door of her residence, staring at the healer who was examining Anatari's condition.

"Yuwaraja. Why are you lying to him?" ask Sagara.

"To prove that your sword has been broken."

Sagara raised both his eyebrows. "So your suspicions are correct?"

Abinawa. "I shouldn't have taken her to the detention room. I was wrong." Abinawa is full of regrets.

"You didn't make any mistakes. You brought the sword because the servant forced. Regarding the incident in the holding room, it was an unexpected event." Sagara paused his sentence for a moment. "Anatari's hurt right now isn't it in our favor? He can no longer remember Mahesa, the wedding can be held as planned. Bhumi Girilaya and Mustika Naga will be yours."

Abinawa straightens her shoulders towards Sagara. "It would be nice if everything went according to plan, but there's no harm in us staying alert because the growl doesn't smell."

^^^(Geruh does not smell; A proverb meaning accident comes by not telling)^^

"Hamba understands. Regarding the servant sword, since when did you start to notice it?"

"Before going to the border, about seven days ago."

A person who mastered high-level canuragan science will easily know something strange around him. Although Abinawa had suspected something was wrong with Sagara's sword, but he did nothing because he wanted to ascertain first what was the purpose of the owner of the evil intention.

Abinawa's wish has been realized at this time. Unintentionally the victim of Sagara's sword is Anatari. The evil spell inside the sword caused the effects of fading memories, wounds that were difficult to heal, and profound strength that decreased drastically. It is undeniable that there is little regret in Abinawa about this incident.

"That's been a long time. Why didn't you tell the servant?"

"I want to know the enemy's purpose. They were so careful they managed to lower my guard."

"Do you know who did it?"

Abinawa's forehead is deep-seated. "Whether it was him or them, to my dismay, the enemy was closer than we thought."

"Could the enemy have infiltrated the ranks of the royal army?" sagara Terka.

"You investigate that. Careful and closed, "the Abinawa order.

"Sendiko dawuh."

"Test her abilities. I wonder if he also forgot about the kanuragan science that he mastered" Abinawa said.

A healer walked over, reporting that Anatari's health had recovered. What triggered him was unconscious, perhaps from something that shocked him. So, he told Abinawa not to surprise Anatari with something sudden.

Abinawa approached Anatari who was sitting leaning over the bed. "Is there anything that hurts?"

"No. I'm fine now."

Anatari was used to suffering from pain due to sobbing. Even so, he would still say fine. Even if he said it was really painful to be willing to exchange it for death. It seems like it was in vain. At best, you will only get the words "Patience", "The strong", "You are very strong, if I must have killed myself". Hmh! It's all just pleasantries in the mouth. No one really expressed sincerity from the bottom of his heart.

Did I just curse? No. gabe. That wasn't me.

"You rest here" said Abinawa.

"Stere ...." Anatari's lips curl. The last time he said thank you, his heart was pinched by no one. As he apologized, his heart was again pinched and the pain doubled. He had to guard his life by not saying those two words. "It's not good if I stay here before the wedding ceremony. Jiyem and Liyem are there to take care of me. Hope you're not worried."

Abinawa pulls a thin line of smiles. "I won't force. As a form of my goodwill, Sagara will take you back to the princess. Please don't refuse."

"I accept your good intentions."

"I have an important thing that needs to be resolved immediately. You can leave whenever you want, no need to rush" said Abinawa. He rushed out of the room, turned into the backyard. Disappear among wooden buildings.

"Why is he in such a hurry? What important things should he solve?" ask Anatari.

Ate. Yuwaraja suffers from acid reflux. Cannot eat late. "Regarding the future of nagari" sibul Sagara said.

Anatari. "alright. I don't want to disturb. I'd better get back to the princess."

"Hamba will take Gusti Princess."

"Ter ...." No, it's. "certain."

...***...

Tonight, Jiyem and Liyem prepare a meal at the garden gazebo. According to the orders of Ndoro his daughter.

There were many question marks inside Anatari's head. He didn't know how to turn all those question marks into a point. To then draw a conclusion that becomes an answer to his curiosity.

Anatari watched Liyem who was preparing some lemongrass sticks that had been slightly defused. He put it in a pottery container. Put it on a small table near Anatari's seat.

The name owner hurried to salute. "Hamba, Ndoro Princess."

Coinciding with that Jiyem entered the gazebo with a bowl of hot ginger wedang.

"I will soon be married to Yuwaraja, given my current condition. A weak memory prevents me from making the right decision. Do I have to marry Yuwaraja or run away with Prince Mahesa?"

The loud thumping sound accompanied both of Jiyem's knees and Liyem hit the wooden floor.

"Don't do that! Gusti Raden Ayu's actions will only re-ignite the war between the two nagari," forbade Liyem.

Looks like I managed to lure him.

"Then ... can you help me, again?" dig Anatari further.

Jiyem and Liyem exchanged lyrics with a huff.

"Well what, Ndoro Putri?" ask Jiyem.

Anatari smiles. "I want to know all the things I don't know."

In the Land of Jawi there are four large nagari that control the region in the four directions of the wind; Bhumi Namaini in the south direction. Bhumi Acarya to the east. Bhumi Girilaya to the north. The current occupancy is Bhumi Javacekwara which is in the west direction. Kings of the four nagari often fought for control of small territories that were still untouched by their rule. The area is mostly around the border area.

Bhumi Javacekwara wanted the four nagari to unite to form an alliance under the leadership of Sri Maharaja I. Bhumi Namaini refused. As a result, the second nagari force is more often involved in conflicts in the border region and is still ongoing to this day.

Bhumi Acarya was conquered by making the king's daughter Jayaraga's first consort from Javacekwara. Bhumi Girilaya was conquered in the same way as Bhumi Acarya.

"Girilaya in the process was conquered in the same way as Acarya?" Both Anatari's eyebrows are linked. Trying to explain the meaning of that sentence. "You mean ... My marriage to Yuwaraja—"

The two waracethi nodded loudly.

"Am I not from this name?"

The two ladies lowered their heads until they almost touched the tile.

"Please, Princess Ndoro. Yuwaraja has lied to you," Jiyem said.

Lied me? For what reason?

Wait for. Put that aside first. Anatari had to uncover the main thing first. "What would have happened if our marriage had not taken place?"

Liyem dared to look at Anatari. "Warfare."

From what I've heard, marriage should be based on love. Affection will bring both of them to happiness, but that doesn't seem to apply to me in the past. Married or at war? I will .. escape.

Anatari sat alone by the pond, staring at the reflection of the moon halfway on the clear and calm surface of the water. Many times he breathed long and deep.

Why would he lie to me? I think he's a reliable source of information.

If indeed I am from Girilaya, then my existence here is like a collision in the name of marriage in a mask of peace.

What peace? This marriage is not a sacred bond. No sincerity at all. There is only coercion born of a threat.

Now my position is not much different from the poor girl who was cornered, to have to sign a marriage certificate with a ruler.

I can't accept this!

In my future life, I was a victim of torture. In this life, I don't want to be in the same position. Isn't my existence here to improve my future destiny?

This body belongs to Anatari Lingga, but his soul is mine ... Anatari Kemalah. I am in control of my change of fate. It could be that thwarting the marriage is my mission.

Anatari was silent for a moment. He recalled the words of the grandfather; there was one thing that could not be changed, destiny. "Didn't a soul mate include destiny" muttered Anatari, limp.

"I want to see Gusti Putri Anatari."

The sound outside the archway blew away Anatari's daydream.

"Can't be Prince. You're not allowed to meet Gusti Princess."

"On whose orders?"

"The Emperor."

Prince Mahesa was silent.

"We better get back. Wait for the right time. Avoid trouble for now" whispered Partha.

Anatari can only eavesdrop. Hearing the word "Sri Maharaja" keeps his feet stuck in place. "I can't make a mistake or they'll be suspicious. For a while it's better to just avoid."

The arrow shot out like lightning, towards the princess of Girilaya. Anatari evasive reflexes. His legs bent down to jump backwards.

The arrow passes on the left side of his waist. Anatari's black bead widened to see the arrow's eyes barely grazing his scar. The concentration is also broken. His body fell back into the pool.