Princess Rajapatni

Princess Rajapatni - Gayatri - 3

Princess Rajapatni - Gayatri - 3

The day has not yet gone by. I was lying down when I heard the door being knocked repeatedly.

“Wake up, Yunda Gayatri. All the inhabitants of the palace are ready in the great hall.”

That soft voice is Maha's voice. The door's knocking is getting louder and faster, but I'm really reluctant to get out of bed. The Mahabharata story I read is entering an interesting section. I don't want to stop reading just because of the obligation of coming to the stone purification ceremony of the inscription.

“Is Dinda done dressing up?” Pradnya followed me.

Reluctantly, I placed the thrower I was reading on the table. Really annoying. Though I just enjoyed the part when Dewi Rukmini wrote a love letter to Lord Krishna.

Her Prad screeches greeted me as I opened the door. I looked at the ladies and gentlemen withholding a smile. Not missing the opportunity, Pradnya immediately glared while launching a scolding.

“Yes, Dinda! Did you just wake up? Didn't Father have made it clear that all princesses must be present at the purification ceremony? Could Ayahanda

blame you if something happens in the making of the inscription.”

“Ayahanda won't notice a bang-ku on level four, Yunda Pradnya,” kuapku. I intended to return to bed, but Maha pinched my arm.

“Aduh, sick, Dinda!” my protest.

“Among the princesses, you are the one most often punished. Want to get punished again?” Pradnya.

Duh. I rubbed my arms. Cubitan Maha pe-das once. Surprisingly, his strength was strong like this.

“Can't you say I'm sick with flu and stuff?”

“Tidaaak!” pekik Pradnya and Maha kompak.

I'm grinning. Want to avoid again. However, my ngan has been detained by Pradnya. Agilely, Gendis picky fabric in the closet. My clothes are not much. Therefore, Gendis looked confused. Not knowing which is appropriate enough for a grand ceremony.

“Which fabric do Gusti want to wear?”

“Which one, huh? Maybe the fabric I wore was Kathina5 last year?”

“I disagree. The color of the fabric has faded. Yunda can be laughed at by the men.” Pradnya lang-sung shook his head loudly.

“What's their business laughing at me?”

5 Funds for monks

Pradnya. I snorted to reply. Maha then returned to shake with an attitude of reminding.

“Be like a princess and dress appropriately you mean?”

“Stool once.” Maha takes one of the newer looking batik. “Well, this fabric looks better. Looks like you just wore it once.”

“China silk gift from Raden Wijaya it will be very suitable youukenakan, Dinda.” Without further ado, Pradnya immediately followed suit.

“Hah? Chinese Silk?”

“Ah, this Dinda is forgetful! Dinda remember, right, when Raden Wijaya came to the palace to present tribute from Suwarnabumi? At that time, Raden Wijaya also brought souvenirs for the princesses. I peeked at sedi-kit.” Pradnya. I immediately glared at her impoliteness protest.

“ Anyway I saw there was a very nice cloth. Not having found it in my coffin, I was guessing who got the cloth. Yunda Tribuaneswari never wore it. The same with Yunda Narendraduhita. I asked Dinda Maha, and she said that the cloth was not on her. So, my last brother, if not Dinda Gayatri, who else?”

“Basic!” I clicked my tongue. I then went to the closet and found the teak chest that I had previously neglected. I just remembered, once received this gift from Raden Wijaya. At that time, Raden Wijaya had just returned from Suwarnabumi. His welcome was very boisterous. Even the people are calling for the success of Raden Wi-Jaya to complete the Pamalayu Expedition.

This gift-box was a small part of the success - an Raden Wijaya conquered the country. My Yunda-Yunda also got a similar chest. I'm guessing, it must be the best Tri coffin. While I'm just keba-gian the rest. So, naturally, tho, I ignored this crate. Who wants to get some leftovers, huh!

But today, feeling that there was no other choice, I opened the chest and found a piece of cloth licking. The cloth so gently caressed my hand. Is correct. It's a yellow color. Just like my favorite color. The silk is the most beautiful cloth I have ever seen. Weaving and coloring techniques in Singasari have not been able to produce colors and textures as smooth as this.

“Yeah, it turns out to be true! The silk cloth was given to you!” pekik Pradnya again, ”Kok can, yes? Well, the rags are great! Check out the others, Dinda! I want to see too!”

Encouraged by curiosity, I dismantled the entire coffin given Raden Wijaya. Other than the silk earlier, I found another item.

“Jeez, that konde skewer is beautiful!” Pradnya mekik happy. “This is more beautiful than the gold bracelet he gave me!”

I grabbed a silver skewer carved out very finely. The middle is decorated with soft green stones. There were a few dangling gems on one side. It's exquisite.

And the shape of a butterfly. The animal I like the most in the world.

I let out a breath. What is the prince doing? Is he trying to secure the po-side by seizing our hearts, the daughters of Kertanegara? Is it not enough to look for face only to Tri and Nare?

A lot of prejudice runs through your head. When the trumpet rang, I panicked. The ceremony is about to start while I even change clothes.

“Batara God!” The pradnya immediately signaled to the maids to help. He took a comb and arranged my hair. Still fondling those suk konde, I just let the ladies replace my clothes. They wear gold be-sar necklaces that cover the chest. Pradnya form gonjer6 navel and then decorate it with gold bang-bungals.

I looked at my face in front of the mirror. The butterfly embroidery on the bottom of my silk shawl looks beautiful. The color corresponds to the orange flowers that are placed on my head. Unknowingly, I added tu-suk konde as the finishing touch. The butterfly stands out among the golden flowers. It suddenly reminded me of someone who became the center of attention among the princesses.

6 Traditional bun where some of the hair is still allowed to break down. Usually for unmarried girls.

“Your behavior is really inappropriate.” The voice from the past suddenly teased me, “A princess should be a sweet and meek girl.”

That's Raden Nararya Sanggrama Wijaya's voice. The Range-Ran that always upsets and ruins my mood. I really don't know who he is. Even from the first day we met.