Princess Rajapatni

Princess Rajapatni - Gayatri - 19

Princess Rajapatni - Gayatri - 19

The clouds still faithfully cover the sky. Hiding orange color from dusk. The night came faster. Luckily, by late afternoon, the rain had stopped. Bibi, Pradnya, Viren, and the bodyguards were finally able to return home without rain. Sakka himself was given a stay permit.

“Pity, has come a long way,” said Auntie Teruk-bali. “Again, you do need a guard all over the reef.”

I had a peek at Sakka letting go of her longing for Ratih. Sakka hugs Ratih, then kisses his wife's nose to seduce her. When Sakka found out about my presence, she was immediately on guard. His look at me looked unhappy.

“I... I'll prepare dinner.” Reach stumbling. The clothes in his hand slipped. Fortunately it did not fall.

“It is worth Raden Wijaya scolding you often.

Ckckck.” Sakka muttered in a reproachful tone.

“But... I was just passing by,” I said defend myself. My face is red. Peeping on a compassionate person is disrespectful. But I'm not lying. I'm just not saying that I'm a time-wasting ran.

Sakka looked at me with a displeased face. It was obvious that he was trying to hold back jeng-san

cel. I suddenly remembered the whip wounds on Viren's skin. With Ardaraja's temper, I have no doubt that he did something bad to Sakka as well.

“What is Ardaraja looking for trouble with you?” Sakka replied with a rude snort.

“Prince Ardaraja does like to look for trouble with everyone.” Sakka grumbling. “More than you know, Prabu Jayakatwang received Raden Wijaya. He always thought, Raden Wijaya would betray.”

“Do you think Raden Wijaya will be a rebellion?”

“I can't guess what Raden Wijaya's plan is.” He gritted his teeth. “Maybe you ha-rus ask that to Arya Virendra.”

Trained approached us while carrying two pieces of grilled soybean. He pushed it to me, then he swung it to Sakka. We sat on the porch, as usual.

“Do not add more fire into the husk, Kanda.” She said. “Today's atmosphere is already too te-alley. I'm sure, Princess Gayatri is as worried as we are.”

Sakka snorted again. His face is now pouting. “If you are worried, why not go to kotaraja?” sakka Syndir. “Indeed, you don't want to be Raden Wijaya's wife?”

I scrunched my eyebrows. I don't like that word. “If I can choose, I'd rather be a farmer's wife than a prince.”

Ratih shook her head while giving her husband a sign to stop insinuating me.

“Princess Gayatri.” Sakka said without guilt. “You may not know. Sometimes it's hard for me to side with.”

Sakka snatched a ketelle. He split into those tela. Then he started eating his meat.

“About a month ago, there were foreign irregulars entering the land of Java. They're a bunch of very strange strangers.” Sakka said in a dislike tone. A flash of wound was visible from his sight.

“Once, I heard the grapevine that they came to punish Prabu Kertanegara,” Sakka continued. “Prabu Jayakatwang reluctantly takes care of. Sang Prabu felt, their grudge had nothing to do with Kadiri.”

My memories instantly returned to Meng Khi. The Mongolian envoy was so humiliated. So they came here to punish Ayahanda. But they don't know that the person they want to punish has died.

“Since that time, Arya Virendra several times went and disappeared. Because I do not want Prince Ardaraja to ride pi-tams, I have lied to the Prince many times.”

“You know, Virendra went where?”

Sakka answered my question with a ridiculed smile. That just makes me more curious. Sakka is not someone who likes to hide. Obviously, he was just telling me something important.

“Is Virendra planning something with Raden Wijaya?” guess directly.

Sakka wiggled her head. Raden Wijaya's. I don't know why, I'm getting antipathy towards him.

Sakka snatched the wine jug. Quickly, he's mi-num in a big gulp.

“Can you read the thoughts of your former fiancee?” It's a rhetorical question. Exasperated, I grabbed the jug in Sakka's hand. I slammed that jug into ta-nah. Immediately, fragments of the jug burst. Tuak inside his spilling. Flowing with the remnants of rainwater.

“You may not know, when Uncle Jayakatwang stormed, my father was heavily drunk.” My breath was so angry. “That's my last memory of Ayahanda.”

Sakka. He's not even interested in arguing with me. The coach came after that. He cleaned the floor quickly. His mouth is locked.

“Do you think I like war? Do you think I'm happy to see soldiers fighting and dying? Is that what you think, Ken Sakka?” my yelling. “People outside still think what they'll eat tomorrow! All you do is get busy! How disgusting! Leaders only think about fighting for power! They forget the fate of merchants and peasants! You're all fucking officials! Do you still think I want to be part of that disgust?”

“Sorry ”

I was shocked to hear that statement. Sakka dropped her head on my shoulder. It was like putting all the burdens of his life there. Train also squeezed and held on to my other shoulder. As if, right now I was being a crutch for them. The shaft that keeps their world spinning.

Duh, Sang Hyang Widhi. I really can't afford it.