Princess Rajapatni

Princess Rajapatni - Rajapatni - Night

Princess Rajapatni - Rajapatni - Night

When Prabu Kertarajasa's will was read, Dara Petak's face paled. Instead of getting the position of the queen mother, Dara Petak was instead ordered to plunge into the fire.

In simple language, Kanda Prabu said:

“I don't want anyone to make a sati sacrifice. But one, she is nicknamed shri tinuheng temple. Dinda Indreswari's. I want him to accompany me in eternity. Because she is the wife of the elder.”

I don't know if I should be happy about the news or sorry for Dara Petak. For the first time, the arrogance on the woman's face faded. He was crying and screaming. Dara Petak almost reached the top. This decree instantly snatched away the opportunity for him to enjoy supreme power.

Uncle Nambi and a few ministers who snubbed Prabu Kertarajasa's last words to me, tried to comfort me. But I couldn't bear the heartache. Me and Pradnya then fell ill simultaneously. We both have high fever. The doctors went back and forth to check on me and Pradnya, and then prescribed drugs.

If I could, I'd love to let the disease eat away at me. I want to catch up with Prabu Kerta-rajasa. But miraculously, I recovered on the third day. Ida Sang Hyang Widhi apparently agreed with Prabu Kerta-rajasa. The Nature Owner wants me to keep Majapahit for a longer time.

My condition is inversely proportional to the state of Pradnya. I just found out, it's a lot worse than I am.

I visited Pradnya on the seventh day since I was sick. Pradnya's body has started to turn yellow. His mouth was rummaging in Prabu Kertarajasa's name. Pradnya ti-dak want to be checked. He also does not want to take medicine.

“If you don't mind, I just want you to read the Heart Sutra to me,” he said with a breath of breath. “The same book as my name, may give me peace.”

“Drink the medicine first.”

Pradnya shook her head, “I want to listen to that sut-ra in full. Maybe the answer is there. Perhaps, that peace is there.”

I shrunk tears. I hug Pradnya's head tightly. I don't know why the same feeling made me feel like I was going to lose again.

I stroked Pradnya's head. I noticed the hue of his face that was losing his spirit. Slowly, I narrated the Heart Sutra in Javanese. I told him the philosophy of wisdom of the Hyang Arya Avalokitesvara. I'm talking about panca kandha. All human senses and thoughts. I declare all forms, feelings, perceptions, thoughts, and consciousness. Until I got to the part: all parts of life are nothing but emptiness in the eyes of prajna paramitha.

I stroked her hair lovingly sa-yang. His prade frowned each time it moved the tu-buh. The pain seems to be mounting. Pradnya groaned and then returned panting. Unknowingly, I read the sutra in its original language. In my heart I will know, this is my last prayer for her.

“Prajnaparamita, is a great call, pang-gilan perfect knowledge. The high call. A call like no other. A definite call can eliminate all suffering.

In absolute truth that cannot be wrong, Prajnaparamita's sentence is spoken like this: Let go. Unleash it. Then you will reach perfection.”

I took a breath. The pain was seen from Prad's floundering body for a moment. His eyes twitched, his mouth opened, then he took another breath.

“For the rest of my life, I have never accompanied Kan-da Prabu Kertarajasa.” He said weakly, “Did I die, could I see him? If I could, I would be very grateful, could meet ” first

Pradnya closed his eyes. ”If I get carried away later, I hope to be on that beautiful beach...

hopefully ”

One breath is drawn and released. Pradnya's hands drooped on the bed. The same void ambushed me immediately. His words repeated in teli-ngaku. Why is this emptiness so torturous? Is Pradnya really gonna wake up on the beautiful opposite shore?

I read the Heart Sutra many times. My heart broke, the more I repeated the book. Death after death one by one loomed in my eyes. I screamed, I cried! Lost for the sake of losing. Farewell to farewell. All the people I've been to who have gone away from me. I have nothing more to let go of. Is this called perfect? Is this hellish feeling the truth that exists in this world?

But, why is this so poignant and stifling? Oh, Hyang Widhi's... Pity me!

I can't hold back the grief. For the first time in my life, I felt alone.

Completely alone.