Legend of the Swordsman Rama Parvati

Ratri Parvati

The cloudiness in Nala Pura is getting darker. All the puzzles are getting more complicated. The legend of Rama Parvati is unfolding. Describe various stories to complete the task perfectly. Fixing mistakes from the past. Defeat all enemies and opponents.

Loka Hita sighed. The beautiful garden in the palace of Nala Pura will not cure his grief. Even though there are flaps of multicolored butterflies. The grief that befell the entire royal family. Also the palace dwellers and residents of Nala Pura.

A week ago he arrived in the kingdom, after getting news from Arya Wira about the disease of Goddess Nirmala. The moment he arrived, Nala Pura's sorrow grew even more intense. The condition of Dewi Nirmala is getting worse. Before Hansa Daya had time to treat, the Queen had left.

Hansa Daya only had a chance to visit and check at a glance. Back then, poison had spread in the body of Goddess Nirmala. Not only poison, there is magic in the body. Magic is just like magic that once hurt Loka Hita. So at the end of the day of Loka Hita's arrival, he died.

Arya Wira just silently pegged beside the corpse of the wife. There are no tears. There's no sobbing. The pain has dried up the tears. Sadness has removed the stuffing.

On Arya Wira's side, Caraka gently patted her daughter-in-law's shoulder. He understands the feeling of losing loved ones. Totally understand.

Different from Silver Anga. The great-great-grandfather could not endure tears. Flowing though without a squash. Drip though not hard.

The loudest talk. The biggest tears came from the woman who gave birth to Goddess Nirmala. The Queen of Caraka. This is how a mother loves her child. No one can describe her grief at the loss of her daughter.

Tears also flowed down many cheeks. Moisten some cheeks. Three concubines of Caraka. Hita Loka. Consort Arum, who has not healed. Pitaloka, who is still injured. Dewi Nirmala's. And of course, the people and the inhabitants of the Nala Pura palace.

On the day of Goddess Nirmala's funeral, Nyai Alisha arrives. Just before his daughter-in-law's grave was closed. Still with the mask, he followed the ceremony solemnly. And immediately rest after the ceremony due to fatigue. Tired, traveling long distances with deep energy. Using the body non-stop.

After the funeral, Arya Wira often walks alone in the park. Memories of his wife and his first love. As well as his childhood friend. The only person who knows her identity besides her mother and sister. Yes, at the end of the life of Goddess Nirmala, Arya Wira told him the truth.

"Dinda, I'm sorry Kanda had to cover this up. Dinda's premonition and feelings have been true, Kanda is Rama Wangi. The eldest son of the late Prabu Garuda Rama," whispered Arya Wira softly in the ear of the wife. There was no one else in the room.

"Really, Kanda?" Dewi Nirmala stared fixedly at her husband's eyes, "What's the evidence?"

Arya Wira put a finger on his wife's nose, then whispered softly, "Only Rama Wangi called Dinda with Runa while putting a finger on his nose."

Dewi Nirmala is wide. Runa. True, only Rama Wangi cut the name, while putting a finger on his nose. Just Rama.

"You know Dinda's little name?"

Arya Wira nodded with a smile, "Aruna. Because it was born at dawn to hit your mother's room. It's the name of Kanda's mother, Queen Erina Maheswari."

Goddess Nirmala smiled widely. Happy at once relieved. Happy to have met his best friend in his childhood. Relieved, because the throne of Nala Pura back to the rightful owner.

"Dinda was so happy, Kanda returned to Nala Pura. That means, Alisha's mother is Gusti Queen Erina Maheswari?!"

Arya Wira nodded. "Don't tell anyone about this, Dinda. This is Alisha's mother's message and order."

Dewi Nirmala accepts her husband's request. There must be a big and important reason behind her mother-in-law's orders.

The day after the news, Dewi Nirmala was gone forever.

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Loka Hita stopped the pace of her horse. Right in front of his father's grave. After tying the horse in the reserved place, he entered the tomb area.

"Hita, do you want to visit the grave of the late Gusti Prabu Garuda Rama?" Hansa Daya aligned her steps with Loka Hita.

"Yes. After all, he was a king who died for this kingdom." Loka Hita smiled, "Let's leave me. No need to accompany me to his tomb."

"Lho, why Ni?" Janu scratched his head.

"I want to be alone, Janu. After all, this is my old habit and Kakang Wira. We come here alone often."

"Already, Janu. Follow Hita's request." Giri Wasa.

Janu nodded despite the astonishment. He, Giri Wasa, and Hansa Daya chose to head for the other tomb. In this tomb area, it is not only the tomb of the late Prabu Garuda Rama. There is the tomb of the late Princess Kartika Dewi and a concubine. The tomb of the late Sang Prabu is separated from the other two tombs. Pilgrims can only look at the tomb from outside the boundary. Only certain people are entitled to enter into the limit.

Loka Hita is one particular person. He's Nala Pura's prabu sister now. In fact, he is actually very entitled. She is the daughter of the late Sang Prabu.

"Ayahanda.." hissed Loka Hita lirih. His hand gently rubbed the ground in front of him.

"Ayahanda, Kakang Wira is very sad. Goddess Nirmala has died, leaving us all behind. Did you know Father, sister-in-law's killer is Ayahanda's killer." Loka Hita looked up, preventing tears from falling.

Today, Loka Hita decided to return to travel. Looking for the figure of the Black Wing Ki and his disciple. With Hansa Daya, Janu, and Giri Wasa. Pitaloka asked the Silver Angga to remain in the palace. Become one of the royal warriors who protect Nala Pura. The concubines of Arum and the Cipta Physician were healed.

After the father's grave, Loka Hita headed to the tomb of his half-sister. There, three of his friends were still waiting. They do not have permission to enter restricted areas. Only Loka Hita is allowed.

"Dhiajeng Kartika, I miss you" said Loka Hita. "Hopefully I can complete this arduous task. Find Dhiajeng and Ayahanda's killers. Also the Concubine's Mother."

As a child, Loka Hita was very close to Kartika Dewi. While Rama Wangi closer to Goddess Nirmala and Angga Perak.

After praying and exiting the restricted area, Loka Hita felt someone looking at her. His instincts as a swordsman are sharp. His glance swept around. He found it, though it's not so clear.

"You wait by the horses. I'll be right up to it."

Without giving an opportunity for an answer, Loka Hita had already stepped up quickly

"Walah, Nini just play live.." grumbled Janu.

"Sstttt, Janu! Already, let's get out. Hita must have some important business." Hansa Daya pulled her servant's hand. Giri Wasa just laughed at his friend's behavior.

Loka Hita patted the shoulder of a middle-aged woman who was circulating her gaze. The old woman reflexively looked over. His eyes were wide, looking at the person who met him,

"Daughter Ratr... Hffts"

Loka Hita had already clenched her mouth before her perfect name was mentioned. His eyes stared intently at the woman in front of him, then placed his index finger in front of his lips. After the woman nodded, Loka Hita took off her arms. Walk away from the crowd. The woman followed with teary eyes.

"Princess Ratri," once the name was called.

Loka Hita turned her head, looking gently at the woman, "Aunt Selasih,"

"So, it's true my guess all along. Princess is..." Aunt Selasih did not continue her words.

Ratri Parvati nodded, "Yes, Bi. I'm Ratri. Prabu Arya Wira is Kakang Rama Wangi."

"I never thought I'd see the Princess again. I thought, Princess is already.."

Ratri Parvati broke Aunt Selasih's words with a hug. Her tears could not be held back. He misses this woman very much. Aunt Selasih.

Bibi Selasih is the foster mother of the late Prabu Garuda Rama's daughters. She was the one who helped Queen Erina take care of the two princesses. While the care of Rama Wangi assisted Uncle Jalak, Bibi Selasih's husband. The two were very close to the best sons of Nala Pura.

During the rebellion, they survived because they were not in the palace. They were attending the funeral of one of the relatives in a distant village.

"Auntie can recognize me?" Ratri Parvati takes off her hug.

Aunt Selasih nodded, her tears still dripping, "Sure, Princess. I know the nature of the princess. How to walk, talk, look in the eye, and everything. I'm very familiar."

They let go of the homesickness created after years of never meeting. Bibi Selasih and Uncle Jalak never returned to the palace, they chose to live in this village. The village where junjungan was buried. Rajin menziarahi the tomb of foster daughter, Kartika Dewi.

"Whatever happens, Auntie can't tell anyone. Just Uncle Jalak. There are many tasks that we have to complete with our new name."

Aunt Selasih nodded.

"Auntie, go to the palace and meet Kakang Rama. She must be very happy. We desperately need Uncle and Aunt's help at the palace. Auntie deigns to help?"

"Good, Princess. Whatever the Princess orders, we will run. A happiness and pride can help the Princess."

Ratri Parvati smiled. They will help a lot of things there. Aunt Selasih and Uncle Jalak are well known to the Caraka family. Also Commander Mahanta.

This unexpected meeting smooths the initial steps of a great plan of Ratri Parvati. He knew, there would be many events in the palace after the death of Dewi Nirmala.

All right, time to get back on the road. Complete the task, looking for a ruthless killer in hiding.

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