Princess Rajapatni

Princess Rajapatni - Gayatri - 30

Princess Rajapatni - Gayatri - 30

Ike Mese is excited to welcome the cooperation with Majapahit. The Mongolian commander held a very lively anjangsana party. Ike Mese meminkan tents Mongolian soldiers in Pacekan Village located in the middle of Majapahit and Kadiri. I heard they had clashed with the Kadiri forces in the Canggu area. But the toughness of the troops made the Kadiri troops fell easily.

Ratih gave birth in the middle of the war atmosphere. Baby Train plump and tough. His cry made the entire storehouse instantly in an uproar. There was a birthmark resembling an elephant on the baby's left arm. In a jap, the baby had a lot of fans. All the students of Empu Ragarunting are happy to hold the baby.

“I will wait for Kanda Sakka to come and give him a name,” Ratih said. Eyes glinting. Full of tears. I immediately wrote a letter on behalf of Ratih. A pigeon flew the letter to Sakka.

Sakka sent a reply a day later. I had to lie to Ratih. I said that everything was fine. In fact, when Sakka and Viren were being hunted Ardaraja. Ardaraja issued a stern command: anyone who sees Sakka or Viren must report.

Raden Wijaya's followers were searched one by one. Ardaraja vowed to get revenge right now. He was eager to behead his eternal enemies.

We have all become fugitives, wrote Sakka, Some of my comrades who supported Majapahit have become cor-tires. Ardaraja sent people to finish off their families.

I held the letter tightly. I didn't even dare give it to Ratih. All day I avoided Ratih. Hiding this ma-wrong by himself.

Curadharma who then kissed my strange gelagat. Curadharma is looking for me after lunch. He saw me clutching the letter while continuing to bite my lips.

“What did Ken Sakka actually write in the letter, Princess?” said. “Seeing your movements, it seems that it is not a good thing.”

I squeezed the letter. My heart's doubtful. But the Cura-Dharma is trying to convince me.

“I won't tell Nyi Nari Ratih or anyone. Princess can trust me.”

“Really?”

Curadharma. My tight chest started to feel relieved. Unable to be restrained, the entire contents of the letter slid out of my mouth. I also expressed my fear. I'm afraid Ardaraja will kill Ratih and the baby.

“What if something happens to Sakka? Uh! Goddamn my mouth!” I hit my mouth with

irritated. “Warfare always scares me. Oh, Hyang Widhi, why do we have to experience this?”

“Tenace, Princess.” Curadharma smiled as he moved his head. “What we should do is just pray a lot. Let the knights do their job.”

I'm pacing. Still confused and agitated. Curadharma seemed to be reading my mind, as he immediately said:

“Everyone here likes the Baby. I'm sure the little whiz is pretty protected. No one would have the heart to let him get hurt.”

“If Princess allows, I will speak de-ngan guru.” Curadharma said, cutting off my words.

“Is that a good way out?”

“Princess knows that the knowledge of the teacher is very broad. De-kian is also his calm mind in making decisions.”

For a moment, I thought as I continued to look at the letter in my hand. Curadharma's proposal may have been his. I nodded slowly, giving my consent. I had no idea that the nod was the beginning of a new fate for Ratih and the baby.

***

The second letter came two days later. I remember, back then, pigeons came at dawn. The letter was for me, written by Pradnya.

Gayatri, I don't know how to tell you this Pradnya wrote. Yesterday afternoon, Ardaraja went on a rampage. He came with an injured body. Mahadevi tried to help. Want to treat it.

Ardaraja yelling. He immediately threw the tools that Mahadevi brought. Then the baby made the mood worse. Their baby was crying. Mahadevi tried to hold and calm the baby. However, without thinking, Ardaraja shouted that the child was just the son of a traitor. He grabbed and slammed the baby. That Laknat killed his own son! That man has no heart! The Mahadevi, who did not accept her son, was killed, attacking her own husband. It was then, that rotten immoral Ardaraja stabbed his wife!

This is the first death I have received. My tears instantly piled. Mahadevi. My poor little sister. Since childhood, he always tried to please Father. He always tried to obey. Even when Ayahanda told him to marry Ardaraja.

Ida Sang Hyang Widhi....

My tears fell. I slumped, sobbing on the floor. Ratih who then came to haunt my bur. He was silent a thousand languages, letting me cry in his arms. I'm yelling. I'm upset.

“Why should dusk? Why should it be the same as the prophecy he brought at birth?”

Three nights I wept over Maha's tragic passing. I can't even attend his cremation ceremony. Maha is the wife of a Prince Kadiri.

His death ceremony will be held in Kadiri—koyura of Majapahit's enemies.

Maha, my sister...every time I finish crying, I can only remember part of the book Trilakkhana Gatha—three patterns of life:

Among the many people,

Few can reach the other side of the beach. Most of the other people,

Can only go back and forth on the beach here.