Princess Rajapatni

Princess Rajapatni - Gayatri - 21

Princess Rajapatni - Gayatri - 21

The rain fell like a loud splash. I'm soaking wet. My laundry basket is so damp. But I don't care about it. When I got home, I put the basket. Quickly, I entered the room and closed the door. My body shivers with cold. I pulled my ram-but in frustration. I hold my voice. Kuredam pain strong. I still wish I could make a sound here.

Train knocked on the door. I heard him asking me to dry up. Afraid I'd catch a cold. Suddenly, a sense of loneliness broke out in my heart. I opened the door, immediately I dropped into the arms of Ratih. I'm in a mess. I can't open my mouth, let alone tell a story.

Fortunately, no one else came. The day is getting noon. Train me to help me clean up. Ratih brought me a dry cloth. She also brushed my hair, without saying anything.

But the storm has come. Like lightning and thunder inescapable. Towards the afternoon, there was a roar of horses near the cottage. Ranggalawe's greeting sounded loud. Seo is trying to wake me up from a long sleep.

I gave a hard coil to Ratih. I entered the room and closed the curtains. I saw the third shadow

that guy from behind the curtain. They're standing on the porch. Talk to Ratih.

My concentration broke into pieces. Time and time again, I've heard Ratih trying to get away. Their discussion seemed fierce. Ratih's argument has no power to expel me reka from here. Some soldiers were present. As if they were going to catch a dangerous terrorist.

It all happened so fast. The soldiers move. Cottage searched. Ranggalawe lowered her head as she met me behind the curtain. Without further ado, Ranggalawe yuk-knee. His hands were cupped and then taped to his nose, paying a formal homage.

“My respect, Gusti Putri.”

I threw my face away from anger. However, my pan-handle directly collided with him. Her sharp eyes just froze me. While a sigh of relief that makes me unable to wart.

Raden Nararya Sanggrama Wijaya's.

My heart rumbles. My feet move without energy. In my heart begged me not to faint while walking out of the room. I'm trying to divert perha-tian. But the figure of Raden Wijaya is too prominent in an-tara others.

His skin now looked darker by the sun. His eyes were glared at by fatigue. But suffering seemed to forge itself. His body is getting stronger. His face became le-bih dashing and handsome. The power of his presence was flowing - a vibration in the air. My feet are helpless.

I want the earth to swallow me up. Honey, the ground under me is shaking. I was still standing limply among the soldiers of Raden Wijaya's bodyguard. They all held smiles. Even the Blue Elephant was grinning next to Sakka.

One by one, they saluted. Raden Wijaya gestured with his hands. Then they're all resigned. Sakka and Ratih come out with them.

“Princess, how long have we not met?” Sua-Ranya sounded soft. I'm still looking at the wall of the ge-deck. Trying desperately to ignore him.

“Sunday, a year, or sewindu, what does it mean.” I took a breath. “From first, you and I were opposite. The meeting is not important.”

Raden Wijaya showed off a bitter smile. “For me, it matters.”

I took a step back. Emotions hit me like waves. My fist is getting louder. Until my nails pierced my skin.

“Prince, we cannot change what has passed.” I closed my eyes. “It's time to go on each other's way. You with a position in Kadiri. I'm with peace here.”

Raden Wijaya shook his head loudly.

“Go, Raden Wijaya.” I'm begging, “For a long time this room, can make your subordinates prejudice.”

“They have no right to forbid a husband to visit his wife.”

That answer brought another rumble in my heart. This is the first time I've seen a lightning bolt in Raden Wijaya's eyes. Reflexes, I retreated again as he approached.

“I don't remember ever being married to Prince.”

Raden Wijaya smiled. “Daughter, when I proposed to you at that grand gathering, I had considered you my wife. And I believe, everyone thinks so too.”

My face warmed up hearing that speech. Raden Wijaya managed to grab me in one step. The touch was hot on my finger. This is the first time we have faced each other at close range. Her breath seemed to be dancing in front of my nose.

“Back.”

“I don't want to be imprisoned.”

“But you look skinny.” “Maybe it was just an eye trick.”

Raden Wijaya shook his head. Before the debate got heated up, his fingers turned to touch my cheeks. A warm stream now crept on my face. I wanted to run away, but I couldn't.

“Should I tell you how much I miss you? How much do I want to complain to the gods? How much do I want to sue them for mishandling us?”

Oh, Hyang Widhi's. I couldn't hear the sweet words from her mouth.

“All fate has been foretold,” my sigh. “Life runs. Rotating. Sometimes we are on top. Sometimes we go down. What is regrettable?”

I heard Raden Wijaya sigh. I tried to shake the handle. But he first put a shoulder blade.

I gawk. Minded-of-dead. I didn't expect to be given jewelry this way.

“This shoulder plate used to belong to my mother,” he said softly. “She asked me to put it in her hand to her ghost.”

Oh, naw. I don't deserve this jewelry. The memory of the meek and loving Aunt Cow Tal made me want to cry. I don't want to disappoint Aunt Lembu Tal. But I really don't want to keep hope.

“I'm sorry, Princess. I have failed to protect you.” “Nothing to forgive.”

Raden Wijaya pulled me closer. Lying my head on his chest. My heart is getting stranger. Given how strange this situation is. He has officially proposed to me. My father gave me blessing. This poo-tuja should be common. However, my heart was rumbling more and more.

“Do you, how am I crazy when I pack you? I received word that you were caught. I'm afraid Uncle Jayakatwang will hurt you—” Raden Wijaya's speech was interrupted. The sound of rain became a pause between us. Feels dark, slashing.

“I'm alive and well sa-ja.” I tried hard, even though Raden Wijaya's embrace tightened. He invited me to sit on the mat.

“No, you're not okay.” Raden Wijaya gnashed his teeth. “You can say whatever you want to say. I'll also do what I should.”

“Including launching a coup?” shoot lang-sung.

“So, Sakka has told you.”

I'm nodding. “Do you think it's wise? Persuading the Mongolians to help you? Then wage war again?”

“Ike Mese hasn't fully trusted me.” Raden Wijaya gnawed his temple. “She and her army just set up a tent near Ujung Galuh. I hope bi-sa persuades her in the near future.”

“Prince, I think the action is too excessive and unwise.”

“My obligation is to restore the success of the breed

Rajasa, Princess.”

I tried to shake him off, but in vain. Raden Wijaya probably didn't want me to break away this time.

“I can't see war anymore, Prince.” My tears began to drip.

“Sometimes, wars need to be made to quell evil.” Raden Wijaya gritted his fingers. “This kingdom is built on the rubble of your kingdom. Dominated by hypocrisy and ambitions of palace officials. Can you imagine how the people will be?”

I was silent, unable to argue.

“When Prabu Kertanegara died, I have sworn, I will not let Rajasa breed han-cur.”

“Everything in this world is immortal. If indeed

the Rajasa race has to end. Then we must accept it with a chest. Even the Yadawa nation had ki when it collapsed.”

“No, Princess.” Raden Wijaya said flatly, “I want history to note: Singasari ended up in the hands of Jaya-katwang, then managed to return in the hands of Raden Wijaya.”