Princess Rajapatni

Princess Rajapatni - Gayatri - 29

Princess Rajapatni - Gayatri - 29

Ike Mese is running my advice. The result: Raden Wijaya was furious.

A pigeon came to bring a letter. My eyes are still sleepy from being tired of walking long distances. So I don't pay too much attention to what is written there.

We should meet. Vijaya.

A few hours later, Raden Wijaya came along with his white horse. Our journey was quiet. His mouth was tightly clenched. I just felt his breath on top of my hair.

We rode until we reached the field of Ratna. He's run from the horse. Then help me get down. He walks sam-bil takes a horse. I followed.

Raden Wijaya tied a horse under a tree. We sat down near the horses. His hands extended to my face. A leather roll clasped there.

“So this is what finally changed Ike Mese's decision?”

I'm nodding.

Raden Wijaya slammed the scroll. I was shocked when his face came close to mine. The flames of the moor whirled in his eye bead.

“Daughter, you knew this was going to happen, right?” He growls.

I took a step back. Afraid of not knowing what he'd do. Jaw hardens. His chest is up and down. I was afraid he would hit me.

Duh, Wrestling.

“It takes sacrifice to reach the goal,” I said flatly, contrary to the prayers of fear that I began to offer in my heart.

“The charm of women is indeed matchless,” he said, more on mocking himself. I'm waiting for the emo-san to go down. So I took some distance so we wouldn't get too close. When she calmed down, I went to her side.

“Prince, may you not forget, this woman has become your wife.” I pointed at my chest. “You said, when the Prince proposed to me, back then Pange-ran had considered me as a wife.”

“Gayatri,” his sigh. He nodded, still not accepting.

“You know, why people still do sati tradition?” I try to say as patiently as possible. “Empu Ragarunting once told of the sacrifice of Dewi Sati. For the sake of the husband's honor, Dewi Sati throws herself into the fire. Such is the devotion of a wife to the husband.”

“Trust me, I never wanted such a sacrifice from you,” he said grimly.

I swallowed spit. Remind yourself. This time, I can't shake.

“If you consider me as a wife, then su-much naturally I sincerely carry out my obligations.”

“Prince, believe. I'll do everything I can. I'll help you reach tu-juan.”

“I never imagined you could love-

ku.”

My defense collapsed hearing that phrase. Flavors

his storm hit my heart. Flying broken pieces of my broken heart.

“Does the love between a man and a woman still deserve us to have, Prince? When at the same time, we have to love a country?”

Raden Wijaya was silent for a moment. Instead of laying her head on the grass, she chose to sleep on my lap. Raden Wijaya held my hand. I was a little embarrassed when I saw a face that he rarely showed in public.

“I don't want to lose you again, Gayatri.”

The sense of loss Raden Wijaya apparently at that time influenced me. The shadow of her being worried and looking for me everywhere moved me. Is this how Raden Wijaya loves?

Scared, I touched Raden Wijaya's cheek. “You won't lose me again.” I said softly. “Except, you want your kingdom to submit to Kublai Khan.”

“Really sliced.” Raden Wijaya smiled a bitter smile. “Saying will be faithful, but intending to betray.”

“Many people say that the world is not fair,” I said mimicking Empu Ragarunting. “Maybe the Prince needs to think from the other side. I know, the Prince will not submit and let the country colonized.”

My hands move by themselves. Caressed. I spill my feelings. I got goosebumps when I found out, Raden Wijaya's hair was so smooth. He closed his eyes. I was terce-nung for a moment.

“Prince can still force the Mongo-Lia soldiers home. Then give two-thirds of the spoils of war as accountability to their emperor.”

“You are right.” Raden Wijaya said with a tired tone. His eyes were tightly closed. But his face seemed to imply that he was thinking a lot.

I pulled my hand from her hair. I gently touched her forehead. While from my mouth there is a gending from Panji Asmarabangun.

“Duhai my great prince,

How can I heal your heartache? I can only hum, though,

Then miss, pray for you.”.