Princess Rajapatni

Princess Rajapatni - Gayatri - 17

Princess Rajapatni - Gayatri - 17

Auntie Terukbali came a few days later. There were more guards accompanying him. Sakka's group joined. The concerns of tam-pack are obvious on their faces. Alis Pradnya wrinkled for a long time. Viren and Sakka locked their mouths tightly. While Aunt Terukbali also repeatedly exhaled agitatedly.

The sky agreed with them. Black clouds go hand in hand. The overcast expanse to-lam is ready to drain heavy rain. I haven't been able to tell you about Ranggalawe. My shoulder was squeezed by aunt. He also expressed his anxiety.

“Gayatri, do you still want to be alone?” Of course I nodded.

“Should we find another place?” Auntie's forehead wrinkled. “Aibi don't know knowing. Just know, Wijaya is facing. He said he would open the Forest of Tarik. I don't know what made your uncle agree. Many people have now settled here.”

“Dinda, I'm afraid something will happen to you,” Sergah Pradnya. “Not everyone recognizes you. What if something happens to you?”

I glanced to the left. Viren and Sakka seemed to exchange glances. Sakka holds the head, a sign of being agitated.

“Is Raden Wijaya planning anything?” I asked.

Her Aunt and Prad's arm looks uncertain. Hurriedly, Aunt told Viren and Sakka to stand guard outside. The two men immediately moved after paying their respects.

I sat with my shoulders trembling. The commotion in the forest felt closer. Reminds me of a war that has been over a year. I was afraid to see the crowd. I'm not ready to face a lot of people.

“Queen Batara,” complains Bibi. “I'm afraid there will be ****- wish again. My gut feeling is terrible. I warned your uncle. Just like that time. Too bad, the fight is hard. It's hard to change the decision he's made.”

My eyes feel hot. My tears are flowing.

Immediately, I removed it with the back of my hand.

“While your father was very kind to us,” isak Bibi. “I'm afraid of nutmeg karma. How about now, your uncle gets a reply?”

My chest tightened with tears. The trauma of war is still hard to forget. Blood and corpses. Ma-ti's people just like that. The beauty of childhood and adolescence lives far behind. All gone. Non-supported.

Although Father and Mother still get respect, they are still gone. Yunda-yunda I continued each other's lives. While I was still busy collecting my heart.

“How is Mahadevi?” I deliberately switched the conversation. Honey, instead of brightening the atmosphere, Auntie looks more moody.

“Now, Mahadevi will give birth,” said Bibi without enthusiasm.

“Really? That's great news.” I put a cheerful tone in my words. Pradnya had to ngernyit. However, he forced a smile.

“Mahadewi has often heartburn. But the Baby seems to still not want to be born.” Pradnya.

“Up to now, Yunda Tribuaneswari has not embraced dung.”

My heart froze hearing that word. I was grateful, a smile escaped my lips. Hey, I should have prayed for them, right? I should be happy because my father married his prince. I should have been worried because my mother had not succeeded in giving offspring to her husband. His whole life....

“You know, it's a sad thing for a woman.” Pradnya. “Although Yunda Tribuaneswari never opened his mouth, the ladies have been busy with gunjing.”

“What do they gossip about?”

Pradnya shook sadly. Aunt wiped the tears with the end of the scarf. Both disappointed with what happened.

“They said that Yunda did not fulfill his obligations as a wife.” Pradnya glanced at me doubtfully. “Raden Wijaya rarely visits his wife. They're second-guessing. Had Raden Wijaya had no intention of touching Yunda.”

“What do you mean, Yunda Pradnya?”

“This is a complicated problem.” Pradnya sighs again. “Since ancient times, the problem of women has always been a strange problem. The ambition of Dewi Satyawati can make Bisma decide not to marry. The beauty of Goddess Shinta sparked the war in Alengka and many more.”

“I still don't understand what you mean, Yunda Pradnya.”

There was anxiety, fear, and a little envy that I felt from Prad's view of me. “At the urging of the palace people, Raden Wijaya then took Dara Petak as a concubine.”

“Princess of the Malays?”

Pradnya nodded, “I could hear. The princess promised me no small help. This will be good for Raden Wijaya.”

The position words in his Prad sentence felt to pinch my heart. Is that all Raden Wijaya cares about? The sweet words he once said appeared and evaporated. The seduction is getting louder. Now I laugh at my own boo-dohan.

“Dara Petak does not like Yunda.” very much His an Prad words pulled me back to reality. “I often see Yunda crying. Dara Petak always behaves as if Raden Wijaya is paying attention and doing the hell. So, the whole palace must submit to him.”

The bitter taste whirled in my mouth. Especially when Pradnya continued his speech.

“Instead of getting closer to Yunda, Raden Wijaya even gave the title to Dara Petak. Shri Tinuheng Pura—poured wife.” Pradnya did not try to hide his dislike. “The woman just gave birth to a son. Of course, this should strengthen its position.”

Oh yes, Gayatri. You are such a fool. My stomach felt pierced by that speech. The innocent gayatri. You should never expect anything from any man. More from Raden Wijaya. The man who seduced me with Asmaradhana Pupuh was the man who married my own yund. Worse, the man now has a child from another woman.

Then what does the word love that he used to say to me mean?

I realized that I was jealous at the time. My tears just broke. I cursed myself. I may have a right to be jealous. Even I was never sure, I could fall for him.