Princess Rajapatni

Princess Rajapatni - Rajapatni - Kelam Senjakala

Princess Rajapatni - Rajapatni - Kelam Senjakala

The days later passed in silence. Year after year, it changes rapidly. The kingdom is relentless. Power struggles and political games are getting more and more depressing. The strong survive. The weak are uprooted and eliminated.

The same thing happened in the palace. One by one, people fell. The illness came unexpectedly. The shadow of death was behind him.

Tri was the first to go between us. Whether it's despair, hurt, or some other cause, I don't know. The pain was so sudden. Be-that's bad and there's no cure.

Nare accused Dara Petak in front of the woman's face. Nare accuses Dara Petak of using black magic. He described the woman as a drop of Calonarang and raksesi. I saw Dara Petak's face turn red to purple. Looking at me next to Nare, she didn't dare ma-rah. Dara Petak showed off a fake smile. Cleverly, he said that Nare was maliciously slandering him.

Not to forget, Halayudha also defended Dara Pe-not. The atmosphere was chaotic before Tri finally dipe-rabukan. The blazing flames that soared were seen as the flames of vengeance that would begin to spread to all of us.

A week later, Nare follows Tri. At that time, how many tools of black science practice were found in the residence

Dara Petak's. Again, by the deception of Halayudha, the woman managed to avoid the accusation.

Prabu Kertarajasa's affection for me, made the Prabu protect me in such a way. I feel claustrophobic about the escort that Prabu gave me. Not infrequently, I argue when the Prabu mention about black magic. The Prabu forced the bringing of a sorcerer. Some amulets were placed in my palace. Instead of feeling safe, I felt intimidated. I don't like clenical things. But debating Prabu Kertara-services will only lead to quarrels.

About eight years later, I gave birth to la-gi. Prabu Kertarajasa was very happy because the baby was again female.

“I told you already, I want to see you in a small version,” the joke.

My daughters were named Princess Dyah Gitarja and Put-ri Dyah Wiyat. I decided to intervene cent-self babysitting and educating them. I just challenged some teachers to general knowledge. The rest, I explained.

I don't want to force them to learn the lanterns of women. I'd rather leave that task to the head lady. While I myself often invite them to understand the position of their father. They were the daughters of King Majapahit. Therefore, they had to understand what was happening in the palace.

Dyah Guitarja is the most passionate about studying state matters. He always strafed his father with innocent questions. No ja-rang, that question is hard. Prabu Kertarajasa frowned in surprise, then laughed out loud. Confused what ha-rus answered. Dyah Guitarja always waiting for his father to answer. Sometimes I have to wait a few days.

Dyah Wiyat inherited the rigid and closed attitude of his father-you. I often saw Prabu Kertarajasa trying to persuade Dyah Wiyat. Then my youngest daughter will cem-roar and scatter. Back, Prabu Kertarajasa terta wa. Maybe remember to himself.

I am grateful, the presence of two daughters can be a comfort to the Prabu. Therefore, I always remind my two daughters that they should love selflessly. They should embrace their father-danny sincerely. And they've been talking about the wrong area of power.

I realized that political conflict is sometimes more dangerous than real war conflict. Even as Prabu Kertarajasa's health condition began to decline, the country's problems have not been able to compromise. Slander The starch spreads like poison. Meanwhile, Jayanagara who grew older relentlessly demanded the Prabu to run the throne.

It is natural that the smile on Prabu Kertarajasa's face is increasingly rarely seen. The Prabu only tried to be happy when he was near his daughters.

I remember, the Prabu always took off the crown when entering my pavilion. After that, he will go to the room. Choose to change your own clothes. The Pre-mum always wore a simple piece of cloth. Her hair was loose. A thin sheet of cloth draped in the smell of the hunya.

The Prabu will sit on the porch. Linger looking at the trees that are growing. In-silence, the Prabu noticed Dyah Gitarja and Dyah Wiyat. My two daughters often chase butterflies, sa-ma like I used to.

During the mango season, I will have the ladies pick the mango. I served the mango to ha-dapan the Prabu. Then we'll laugh at our first games.

At that time, I will notice the white strands on Prabu Kertarajasa's hair. I traced the wrinkles on the cheeks, looking at the black lines under his eyes. Ma-taku water always drops. Remembering our memories. Bittersweet and sweet. That fast when running. It's as easy as change happens.

He who in his youth was so dashing, now sits with a tired old face. The burden on the palace has incised the wounds of the soul. Take away all the joy. Take away all remaining hope.

My prince. My king. That figure looks so frail. The power of presence that was once so thrilling, is now dimmed by age. This life is increasingly seen to mele-lahan for him.

That's how the night started coming. I remember, Prabu Kertarajasa more and more often take herb supplements in the morning. The Prabu tried to straighten his shoulders. The Prabu smiled once, then his face hardened again as a statue.

Then there was one morning. At that time the sunlight was covered in dark clouds. I shuffled in bed, reluctant to report. But the Prabu called me. She rarely asked me to help her. Therefore, I immediately grabbed a comb. Kusisiri hair that began to gray the gray. I rolled her hair up. Then I took the crown, to put it on his head.

The breath of the Prabu sounds irregular. Prabu Ker-tarajasa landed a small kiss on my forehead. His gaze at that moment made my heart melt.

“Dinda Gayatri's. Thank you for accompanying me between this ma.”

At the gate, the Prabu stood so gallant. The look in his eyes at that moment reminded me of the look of the eye full of seduction in the past. He raised his hand. His cheeks trembled as he waved his hand.

That was the last time Prabu Kertarajasa Jayawar-dhana came to my pavilion.

***

Several times, I tried to visit Prabu Ker-tarajasa. But he only allowed Nambi and the ministers to enter his room. The healers are on standby at all times. Priests and monks kept praying for the king's salvation.

I caught Jayanagara having a boarding party with prostitutes. He seemed happy all the time. Jayanagara joked. He's playing around drunk. Several times, Jayanagara said, he could not wait for his father's death.

Anger and sadness made me barely eat. I braced myself, only to be able to read the dharani. I really hope that Prabu Kertarajasa's condition will gradually heal. If only there was a miracle, I want him to be as healthy as ever.

Unfortunately, the good news never came. The inhabitants of the princess palace began to gossip about the condition of the Prabu. Dara Petak is back as the accused. Many people guess, the woman used black magic to hurt Prabu Kertarajasa.

But of course, no one dared to open their mouth in front of Dara Petak.

Prabu Kertarajasa disease is a boil that swells. That's what I heard from the doctors. I've never heard of this weird disease. Physicians say the boils grow back after being removed. Then a new boil will appear on another part of the body. The disease also indirectly weakens Prabu Kertarajasa tu-buh. The pain made him unable to sleep. His digestive organs were attacked. Until a long time ago made the Prabu difficult to eat and drink.

The health news of Prabu Kertarajasa finally hit the bar throughout the kingdom. People were worried that the king's condition was getting worse. From palaces, cities, to villages. The residents began to pray for healing. New healers from outside began to be brought in. But what power, all those prayers are not able to bring miracles.

***

This happened in the month of Margashira.

Prabu Kertarajasa called all the inhabitants of ista-na to the great hall. I don't know, what kind of power made him sit on the throne. But the Prabu sat up straight. While the two maids were holding a wide cloth that made us only able to see ba-yangan the Prabu.

Prabu Kertarajasa's voice trembled. Many times, I wiped the tears with the end of the scarf. The Prabu coughed. Shadow shakes. Seemingly at times, he forced himself beyond the limits of a human's strength. This miracle is incredible. I had hoped, Ida Sang Hyang Widhi Wasa would be willing to make another miracle.

But I know, it's impossible.

I can't even reach his figure. Despite being in one room, Prabu Kertarajasa feels very far away. Face closed. I don't know what the Prabu is thinking. I also don't know if this bad feeling is indeed about the end of his life.

“I have led this kingdom for four pu-luh years.” Prabu Kertarajasa said, “I thank you for all your devotion. You all have helped me to guard this kingdom. You all remain steadfast in defending Majapahit. Ensuring that the government is running well.”

No one dared to respond to that remark. Isakan sounded vague. I know, except for Hala-yudha and Dara Petak, everyone is crying.

“You think of me as Harihara—Vishnu ju-ga Shiva. Therefore, I hope, right now you hear me. Put every word in your mind:

First, I don't want any throne struggle after my departure. I ask for your souls. I demand your loyalty. Try it hard. Fortify these kings until no invaders come.”

Prabu Kertarajasa coughed for a moment. I saw a couple of ladies-in-waiting go behind the veil. Someone brought a basin. A man carrying cloth. A man brought drinking water.

“Gayatri.” The Prabu is now calling my name. Scared, I came before him. I wanted to meet her behind the veil, but a lady-in-waiting shook her head, forbidding me.

I finally nodded while paying my respects. I was disappointed not to be allowed to come closer.

“Dear princess.” Sang Prabu said softly, “I'm sorry for having to hold you back longer in the palace. Please, take care of my kingdom. Take care of our daughters so that they can protect themselves. Or until there is a pe-protection that you can really count on.”

“Kanda, I beg you not to say such things.” My voice broke. My body shivered withstanding the sadness. Tears are still on my face.

“I once said, don't drip water ma- ta for me.” His voice is getting louder. “Gayatri, I don't want you to make a sati sacrifice or give up your life. I want you to sacrifice your life. Live for me, Gayatri. Love Majapahit, like when I was in this kingdom.”

“Kanda ”

“I'm sorry, Gayatri, but I really love you with all my heart.”

Prabu Kertarajasa coughed again several times. I was silent in front of his throne. Only a thin cloth border that instantly wanted me to tear it forcibly. I cried sobbing. Even after the lease was over.

My crying became even more as dusk completely descended. When I saw the priests begin to burn incense and the monks incense the paritta-paritta per-kabungan:

No one will be spared, though,

Weather and death hit it all.

Unopposed by the colonizing troops, the car-riding troops, the,

Or a pedestrian army.

Nor is it resisted by the power of spells. Or be resisted by wealth.35

35 From Pabbatopama Gatha (Pali Language)