Girl Who Thrown Into Bhumi Javacekwara

Chapters 8. Problems from the Past

Anatari termegap, as if just awakened from the dream world. He looked at the white mask before him. There was a sense of familiarity between him and the thing, but it could not remember exactly what it looked like.

Just an indistinct picture of someone dancing. His movements were smooth and soft full of elegance. His face was completely hidden behind that mask.

Dyah Candrawati came to Anatari. "Have you seen that thing before, Anatari?" The voice of his aunt-to-be dipped melodiously in Anatari's ears, breaking his daydream.

Seems like. Anatari. "I never saw him."

Abinawa smiled cynically knowing Anatari's thoughts.

"Are you sure?" Both of Jayendra's eyebrows are linked, staring at him doubtfully.

Anatari was only aware of the surrounding circumstances that were raining down on him with a look of disbelief. Knees trembling. His chest is beating unbecoming. To him, the look in their eyes was just like the gazes of those who had intimidated him.

"I never saw the mask. Nor know the attackers. I don't even understand why I should be the target of the attack" Anatari said.

The grandfather really plunged Anatari into the story of the country in the middle of nowhere, without equipped with a scenario or introduction of the character first. Nor could he rely on the blurry images from the rest of Anatari Linga's memory for guidance.

Now she was only relying on the information provided by her two maids, as bets on her identity would begin to be questioned. Seeking information from Mahesa was even more difficult, as Sri Maharaja II had prohibited any meeting between the two. Asking Abinawa did not go according to plan. There is absolutely no choice, only able to follow the plot that has been loaded this story.

"don't know? Not understand? Your answer is so shallow." Jayendra sneered at him blatantly. "Did your aunt tell you to go on a show?"

"Uncle," rebuked Sri Maharaja II.

"This is an important matter that should not be covered up, Your Majesty. Whatever your reason for choosing Gusti Raden Ayu Anatari Lingga as the future wife of Yuwaraja, you should remember that Javacekwara should not be tarnished by the disgrace associated with Banaspati," Jayendra said.

Aibs? Damn bearers?

"If I'm really the disgrace you're referring to, then why was I chosen as Yuwaraja's future wife? Please Your Majesty explain it, because I also want to know, "please Anatari.

Sri Maharaja II abdicated his throne. His forehead is crinkling deep. He looked at Anatari in a complicated expression. "I chose you because I wanted to give you the safest place. Granted the highest status as Empress, hoping that you would be well protected."

"I forgive the stupidity of the servant. Servants do not understand what you mean yet" Anatari said.

"Look at you. Clever show, huh," Jayendra pleaded.

"I really don't know anything about this. Please Bhre Jayendra enlighten, if you know the truth," Anatari's tone of voice trembled, holding back the anger.

^^^(Bhre; title for the king's closest relative who presides over an area/region. Rank in the Hindu-Buddhist period before being replaced as Duke during the entry of Islam)^^

"I will not only give you enlightenment, but also reality. Twenty years ago there was an attack on Girilaya by three nagari. It all started because of the greed of your mother who kept the Dragon Mustika. We persuaded him to destroy the Dragon Mustika, but he was so stubborn. Arrogantly challenging the three rulers to defeat him. With his cunning trick, he took out the Mustika Dragon from his body and instead inserted it into your body. He knew we wouldn't dare to do anything to a little boy. What exactly was your mother doing that for?" cecar Jayendra's.

Anatari had no memory of the incident. He wondered for himself the truth. Everyone was waiting for a confession from him. A confession of something he himself knew nothing about.

His hand clenched the end of his shawl tightly. His stomach hurts from his nervousness.

The shadow of the mother who hated him, rebuked him, and drove him came and went along with the people who cried him throughout his life.

Accused as a pesky carrier. Being dumped and humiliated already hurt her heart so much. Now something similar but not the same happened to him. Anatari could no longer.

Anatari was in a dark and foggy place. Under his feet was the cold and wet feeling of a vast puddle of water at foot-high. A brown-leaved tree grew not far in front of him. He raised his right leg as a pair of eyes stared at him sharply.

"Weak. You are so weak, that it hinders me," sizzled the dragon.

Now not only the eyes are visible, but the shape of his head that is disguised in a puddle of water is starting to form. His mouth was wide open, swallowing Anatari quickly.

"Hey!"

Anatari was dragged into his subconscious. Abinawa tried to resuscitate her by calling her name. However, his voice was muffled by the roar of Anatari's breath.

Abinawa held onto Anatari's shoulders, shaking him several times. "Hey! Anatari, awake!"

Anatari flinched, staring blankly.

"We stop this meeting first" the Abinawans sensed a heat energy coming from Anatari's body.

"Can't ...."

"Grandfather, please!" Abinawa

jayendra's words.

The old man snorted, annoyed not a bitch.

"Anatari conditions do not allow for questioning. We should postpone this problem until the condition improves," ordered Sri Maharaja II.

...***...

Anatari rested on the red carpet in the middle of the room. He did not move from his place for a long time, accompanied by Abinawa who sat on the steps in front of him.

The sun began to lean west, its rays highlighted into the Pendopo Ageng whose walls were open.

"What is true they say? All that stuff?" Anatari's voice quietly almost muttered.

Abinawa rolled her eyes. Where do I know. When that happened, I was outside the palace. "Emm, I was a kid then. Not sure what the real thing is."

"Can you believe something that you yourself doubt the truth of?"

"If it's part of my past that makes me who I am today, remember it or not. I honestly don't care. In this life, questioning the past is not the most important thing. The wheel of life kept turning forward. That's what we have to think about" Abinawa said.

Abinawa. Brow wrinkled. "The past is the source of your current problems. I can't help you. But, if you meet the Mask Dancer who attacked you. Go awayl. Maybe you'll get some information from him." Abinawa steps out Pendopo Ageng.

I don't want to bother taking care of other people's past. My own past is enough of a problem in my life, the inner Abinawa.

Sagara emerges from the back of Abinawa, aligning his steps. "The man we're looking for has been caught."

"Where?"

"Piles of wood."

Someone they wanted to meet wasn't really in a pile of wood. Sagara's speech refers to a building that is intended to store fuelwood supplies. That's where they're going now. A wooden warehouse located in the outer corner near the kitchen, which is still inside the residential neighborhood of Yuwaraja.

The two were confronted by a young soldier sitting on straw strewn across the floor. The two young man's hands were tied backwards, on a wooden pillar of the building.

"What has he said?"

"Not a single word has he spoken since we detained him" said a soldier in charge of overseeing the detainee.

Abinawa crouched down in front of the young man whose face was adorned with several bruised marks. "Looks like he's pretty loyal to his lord. But ... we will never know whether his lord is a generous man or a vile man. You know, what does a lord usually want from his followers who fail to do the job?"

The man was silent. Abinawa.

"Hamba doesn't know. What exactly, Yuwaraja?" Sagara is fishing.

"His head is worthless." Abinawa emphasized every word she said.

The man swallowed bitterly. "Hamba did it because he needed money. Granny slave is sick. Then the man came to offer some silver."

Really easy to lure. It seems he was only used. Abinawa asked, "What did he say at the time?"

The young man looked at Abinawa timidly. "He told the servant to bring the sword of the Chief of the Sagara Guard. I saw him bouncing the sword."

"Did he say who was the target?" search Abinawa, more.

"No. The servant is simply asked to take the sword and return it again."

"Who told you to?"

"Hamba doesn't know. The man was wearing a caping hat covered in black cloth."

"Man?"

"Yes, Yuwaraja. He's a man. That's all I know. Yuwaraja, I beg you not to punish the dead servant. Servants really had to do it."

Abinawa stood up again, staring lazily at her unfaithful soldiers. "I didn't think your loyalty to me was just a few pieces of silver. If you tell me, at least you'll get the gold. Even if I don't completely blame you, you should still get punished."

The young man's head was looking deeper.

"Observe him. No one enters without my orders. Let him remember about some of the things he's still hiding." Abinawa stepped away from that place.

"Sendiko dawuh."

"Yuwaraja. The servant has told the truth. There's nothing else I cover up."

"Rethink again. You may forget the most important information."

"Yuwara!"

The man was again locked up in a wooden shed. The soldier who was standing guard quickly locked the door from the outside.

"Sorta."

"Hamba is here."

"Observations of the woman from Girilaya."

Sagara. "What about the investigation of the man she mentioned?"

"Searching for an enemy that doesn't seem too troublesome. There is no harm in inviting them to come. In the meantime, you keep an eye on Anatari," told Abinawa.

"Sendiko."

...***...

On the other side of the kedaton, Anatari stepped slowly. He was still trying to remember the times before he woke up in this place.

There is no memory of those times. Iota. Wh why? Of the few novels I have read, the substitute soul can still remember every memory the owner of the body has ever experienced. That thing ... Mustika Dragon and white mask. I've never seen the picture of either before. If the Mustika Dragon is in my body, why don't I relax its existence? What kind of thing is it so easy to put on someone's body? Should I get information from the dancer? Wouldn't it be more appropriate to ask my own relatives in Girilaya? Anatari observed the high walls surrounding the palace. How can we connect to the outside world? I have to give a message to Girilaya without being discovered.

Anatari went around the kedaton, checking every corner of it. Look for the stairs he will use to climb the brick wall. He finally found one in the backyard near the barn. A bamboo ladder that is not too high. From the appearance it looks torn in some parts, but it's okay. Anatari kept wearing it.

He climbed carefully. Honey, there was still a distance of three dpa between the tip of his finger and the top of the high wall. He knew it was an impossible distance for a weak woman like her to reach. "I have to reach it." Anatari. His right hand is stretched out to the maximum. The stairs crackling. The stairs are cracked.

His body slammed backwards. His shawl was stuck at the top of the stairs. The loud thumping sound accompanied Anatari's body that hit the brick wall, making him hang unconscious. The cracks are getting bigger. The foot of the stairs began to split in two. Anatari's body shot out of the air.

Someone jumped into the air, grabbing Anatari in his arms.