Princess Rajapatni

Princess Rajapatni - Rajapatni - The Stars Shine

Princess Rajapatni - Rajapatni - The Stars Shine

Almost a week, Prabu Kertarajasa did not visit my pavilion. Longing rolls in my heart. Every night, I look at the de-pan gate. I was busy wondering if Prabu Kertarajasa had eaten or rested.

When the announcement came from a messenger, I was excited not a braid. The ritual no longer felt like a fuss. When the smoke with the fragrance of the fragrant root enveloped me, my head was filled with the shadow of Prabu Kertarajasa. I remember holding her hand. So firm, hugging and enveloping me with warmth.

That night, I almost fell asleep. At midnight, the Prabu arrived. Prabu Kertarajasa accompanied by several guards. The Prabu went straight to my room after telling his bodyguards to leave.

I rubbed my eyes, about to rise from the place of ti-dur. But Prabu Kertarajasa gave a gesture of restraining me. He stepped in, then laid himself on one side of the bed.

“Other times don't have to wait for me.” The Prabu said while stroking my hair.

“Does Kanda Prabu need anything? Should I call someone to get me a drink? Kanda's not late for a meal, is he?”

My words brought a faint smile on the lips of the Prabu. “Why are you asking questions

my anyu? Verily I am waiting for you to seduce me.”

I immediately sneered. Of course I am reluctant to cry out the terror of Tri and Nare which is getting cornered. I don't think he'll know.

“I was a little curious about what was taught - kan yunda-yundamu,” he said in an amused tone.

“Why do I feel there are Kanda eyes and ears in every corner of the palace?” my protest. Instead of answering, Prabu Kertarajasa grabbed me. The Prabu landed a small kiss on my forehead. After that, Prabu Kertarajasa put my head on his chest.

“I just want to make sure, you're not too into the sepian here.” Prabu Kertarajasa stroked my hair. “I'm sorry. Keeping a country turned out to be harder than I imagined.”

I sighed, remembering Viren's letter. Officials began to forget the purpose of the struggle. The political game becomes a sickening war.

Halayudha shadow also enlivened my daydreams. Considering that the cunning Mahapati was wandering around, it made me worry even more about Prabu Kertarajasa.

“If Kanda doesn't mind, maybe Kanda can tell me. I'm ready to hear, whenever Kanda wills.”

Prabu Kertarajasa sighed. “Maybe you be-nar, being a commoner is much freer than being a king.”

Driven by instinct, I hugged Prabu Kertarajasa tighter. I wish I could ease his mind.

“You must have heard about Mahapati, ah, I mean Halayudha.” Prabu Kertarajasa. Realize that she called Halayudha by her bad nickname.

“Halayudha has met me and intends to bribe me.” I explained what happened. So upset, I did not forget to mention the large chest containing the treasure that he wanted to use to bribe me.

Prabu Kertarajasa again sighed, holding ama-

rah.

“Halayudha argument is only one of the following

“What happened, Kanda? Hasn't Kanda made a suitable government arrangement?”

“I just formed Dharmaputra. Only these ja-batan that I can give to the soldiers who have been instrumental in helping me build Majapahit.” The Prabu explained. “The nobles are against this. They feared that the Dharmaputras would use their privileges to harass the ministers. Moreover, the Dharmaputras have no royal blood.”

I rubbed the Prabu's chest. His heart rate rumbled.

“You won't know how it feels, Gayatri.” Prabu Kertarajasa. “They took care of me during the battle. They become a shield for the darting pa-nah. They defended me from the attacks of the soldiers who tried to besiege.”

I can imagine that situation. Being a fairy-sai means giving up their lives for Prabu Kerta-rajasa. Not many soldiers were valiantly willing to do that.

I rolled around until I could see his face. “If a king makes a decision, it is the duty of others to obey. I believe that Kanda Prabu has its own considerations.”

Prabu Kertarajasa looked at me for a while. His hand was stretched out, slipping into my hair. His fingers rolled my hair. She played my hair between her fingers.

“Your story about Dewi Sati is impressive.” Prabu Kertarajasa said, “Tonight, is there no other good story?”

My face turned red looking at that smile. Prabu Kertarajasa looked at me fixedly. His hand touched the shoulder chelate he gave. The ladies always take off all my jewelry. But they put up the shoulder club whenever there was an announcement of the king's hand.

“How about tonight you tell me about Dewa Kamajaya and Dewi Kamaratih?”

“I'm sorry, I don't know that story.” I'm ashamed.

Prabu Kertarajasa kissed the top of my head gently. For a moment, he let the silence be a pause between us.

“Legenda says, Batara Kamajaya never made a mistake. Batara Kamajaya developed Batara Guru from tapa. Batara Guru was very angry. He looked at Batara Kamajaya until the fire shot and burned the batara.” Prabu Kertarajasa started cherry-tanya. “This news was heard Batari Kamaratih. Batara Kamajaya's wife felt very sad.”

I was so astonished. It turns out that the Prabu can also tell stories. She stroked my hair. His voice was in-dah, like the chant of a song.

“Batari Kamaratih then pleaded to Bata-ra Guru. He still hoped, Batara Guru would be generous. She asked strongly that Batara Guru forgive her husband's mistakes. But the mistake of Batara Kamajaya seems to be very big. Batari Kama-ratih request not granted.”

Prabu Kertarajasa took a breath and then breathed out. “Finally, Batari Kamaratih pleaded for Ba-tara Guru to burn him. Batara Guru will come fire from the ashes of Batara Kamajaya. The soul of Batara Kamajaya seems to emerge from there. Smile and wave your hands. Batari Kamaratih was immediately plunged to meme-luk her husband. They both ended up dying inside the flame.”

I held my breath. Still amazed because Prabu Kertarajasa knows this story.

“My mother used to tell that story when I was a kid. Sometimes he adds happy endings. But that story still sounds sad to me.”

I raised my face. I watched Prabu Kertarajasa's expression begin to soften. The memory of his mother brings a twinkle of longing. The sparkle looked beautiful in his eye bead.

“Ibunda says, Batara Kamajaya is in ra-sa dear male to her female. Batari Kamaratih is present in every heart of the woman who loves her man. They both are the symbol of kangu-kunan and the affection of husband and wife.” Prabu Kertarajasa explained. “When have you never heard this story?”

I nodded and then was embarrassed.

“You should read more stories per-love.” Prabu Kertarajasa boasted a jaily smile. My face is so hot. I couldn't resist when the Prabu pulled me closer. Like Batari Kama-ratih who embraced the flame, I also melted in his arms. A melt in the warmth of his touch.