Princess Rajapatni
Princess Rajapatni - Gayatri - 5
Princess Rajapatni - Gayatri - 5
Historical Note: In 1286 AD, Prabu Kertanegara gave an inscription to the Malay King in Dharmas-aya. The inscription was given as a tribute to Adityawarman. He was the successor of the Mauli dynasty which established the kingdom of Malayapura.
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“I gave him a name: Inscription Amoghapasa.” Thus Ayahanda said. The scribe moves the kalam on the lontar. The brahmins recite the holy prayer. Immediately after the ceremony, the stone would be carved into an inscription. This inscription will later be a confirmation that the Malay King has submitted to Singasari.
His smile seemed wider than usual. He sipped the wine with great joy. Again proud of the Singasari army that was able to conquer the big kingdoms in the archipelago. The servants, nobles, and knights alike looked cramped. All praise the Father. Prabu Kerta - the mighty country—maharaja Singasari.
My father and mother looked so great in their great clothes. In my eyes, they were almost like gods. So perfect. No wonder, if the Father then demands perfection from the princesses
his daughter. The five of us were educated hard in manners. We are also called to be perfect as women.
Tri looks glittering in quality jewelry semia-kam. Same with Nare and Pradnya. He chose flowers and gold to decorate his body. Among them, I immediately seemed to be nothing. Stifling the attitude of wood for hours makes me very tortured. My lips feel stiff to maintain the nyum. I am grateful that my seat is close to Uncle Raganata. Which means, I'm also close to Arya Virendra.
I turned my gaze toward Uncle Raganata's son. The memory of when I approached him in the training arena used to be so deep. I remember when my hands closed their eyes. I remember when he asked me if I was watching him.
A few years later, Viren remains Viren. Kedudu-kan Viren as the son of Mahapatih Singasari does not change his humble nature. Even in a big event like now, he still looked ordinary. The simple pilan-penam makes it far from the spotlight of po-litik. Viren considers this as self-protection. After all, he has no ambition to continue the position of his parents.
Compared to Raden Wijaya, Viren looks more ma-nis. The gesture is authoritative, but very relaxed. Long-term, Viren is more seen as a swordsman than an official. His frequently smiling face was as if it was a panderer. However, since childhood he has studied the most difficult books of Uncle Raganata. It was he who first introduced me to literature. We are friendly in the view. Viren's views were as wise as those of Pa-man Raganata. Therefore, the longer we were together, the more I admired Viren.
I coughed twice, deliberately attracting Viren's attention. What's annoying, Viren's reply turned out to be only a series-things implying: please-don't-drag me-in-difficulty-again.
“The Back of Virendra,” I whispered stubbornly. “I pen-suggestion once, what happens when Lord Krishna reads a love letter from Dewi Rukmini. Can Kakang divulge the story now?”
Viren snorted and coughed. Dare not to face. I frowned when I found out Viren was trying to focus on the ceremony.
“Come, Kakang. This ceremony is boring.
Tell me, will you?”
“Present at the state ceremony is your obligation, Princess,” Viren finally said. Ih, how does it speak so like Raden Wijaya?
I gave him a sneer. Our whispers were cut off by the sound of a gong being hit. Me and Viren simultaneously turned their eyes towards Ayahanda. Surely Ayahanda will announce something very important. Otherwise, the gong will not be sounded after the sprinkling of holy water.
“About what's up, huh, Kakang?”
Viren shrug. I saw Ayahanda standing in the middle of the hall. Everyone was ready to bow after paying their respects.
“Today, I want to thank the Singasari warriors who have fought for the country. You are mighty patriots. It is appropriate that you get an award for your struggle to conquer Darmasraya.”
Ayahanda raised his hand, then pointed one way, “Mahisa Anabrang, with his brilliant idea of Bali brought success to the kingdom. Therefore, for this service, I raise his position as much as three ting-cat.” I heard Ayahanda say as loud as the sound of thunder. Cheers were heard from supporters of Mahisa Anabrang. On the contrary, one camp is now restless by the rise of that office. Viren even gritted his fingers and many times I saw his shoulders shaken.
I raised my hand again. This time to drown the commotion.
“Listen.” He said. “This time, I intend to change the makeup of the royal office.”
People are starting to flicker. I am busy trying to guess what changes will happen. I myself did not expect that the decision of the Father will now reveal the fate of Singasari forever.
“Arya Wiraraja, from now on, you become the Regent in Sumenep.9” For a moment, the father's gaze highlighted Uncle Arya Wiraraja. I know, even though Uncle Wiraraja is grateful, his heart must be hot with this decision.
I felt my heart pounding as the eyes of Ayahanda turned to Uncle Raganata. Uncle Ra-
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ganata gulps. My hunch is that his fate will not be any different from that of Uncle Arya Wiraraja. From the words of Ayahanda, it seems that he intends to use those who oppose Uncle Anabrang's proposal. Indeed, there were pros and cons in the decision to attack Darmasraya.
“Empu Raganata, I give you a new responsibility as a royal advisor,” your Father's word.
Finally, the decision was made.
The uproar in the hall continued almost kisruh. Many do not accept the decision of the Father. How not, Uncle Raganata is an official who is loyal and good at giving input to Father. It is not fair that his office be demoted like that.
I could not hear the words of Ayahanda. I was restless to see the change in the look on Vi-ren's face. Both of his eyebrows were furrowed. The smile on his lips turned stiff and cold.
What the hell is he thinking? I was eager to comfort Viren, telling him that I would consider Uncle Raganata to be the best of all.
After the demotion was announced, Viren ducked down and stopped looking at me. My mind's raging. Almost unaffected by the sound of applause that now sounded more boisterous. I was a bit shocked because I felt everyone's eyes were now on the princesses. If there's any more surprises, I won't be able to win.
Ardaraja and Raden Wijaya stand in the middle of the hall. I can't see their expressions. However, seeing two people who were cons standing side by side made my nape goosebumps for a moment.
“Ardaraja.”
“Sendhika, Gusti Prabu.”
“Are you able to take care of my youngest daughter, Ma-hadevi Sandyakala?”
My feelings are getting worse at hearing Ayahanda's talk. Giving the Mahadevi to Ardara-ja was like plunging my brother into a well. Yes, Bracelets or Kadiri are not as fun as ko-taraja. It's too hot in there. Neither the weather nor the atmosphere. Although the hereditary hostility Kadiri with Singasari has dimmed. The view of Uncle Jayakatwang until now still feels piercing, storing den-dam. No one knows what is in his mind.
For a moment, Ardaraja did not answer. I saw a flash of anger from Ardaraja's eyes. Even when the man clasped his hands and saluted.
“It was a wonderful gift for servant, could be the son-in-law of King Singasari.”
Ayahanda laughed, followed by everyone near ka-mi. Congratulations were heard throughout the hall. But apparently, Father is not finished with the gift of this political matchmaking.
“Wijaya, now it's your turn. Are you willing to take care of my permit Tribuaneswari?”
I knew this was gonna happen. With the manners and knights Raden Wijaya so far, Ayahanda finally handed over her favorite daughter to the prince.
Whoever the man who was chosen as Tri's husband, it is certain that he will be the successor to the throne. The next king.
“It is fortunate that I can marry per-eye Singasari Kingdom.” I heard Raden Wijaya say. His father seemed to see something on Raden Wijaya's bandages. The tone of voice and the way of menggan-tung sentences make Ayahanda so curious.
“What's up, Wijaya? Don't like?” said Ayahanda de-no offended tone.
Raden Wijaya clenched his hands and put them on the tip of his nose. With reverence, he saluted while saying. “Punish me, Gusti Prabu. Servant too brave to be presumptuous like this.”
Ayahanda furrowed her eyebrows, puzzled by it.
“Hamba loves Princess Tribuaneswari. Even the servant was honored to challenge him as a wife. But ...” Raden Wijaya looks down to work around deep guilt. “If Gusti Prabu pleases, can I want another person?”
Ardaraja gritted his teeth in anger. I could not say anything when I saw the meaningful smile of Paramitha Pradnya. Anyone knows that my brother has a heart for the Prince. Ever since Raden Wijaya saved him from some robbers, his Prad has decided, only with Raden Wijaya will he get married.
The sound of laughter echoed in the hall. Having more than one wife is a natural thing. And maybe, Father actually felt happy because if his daughters married one person. That will reduce the squabbles of the sons-in-law fighting over the territory.
“Who do you want, Wijaya?”
Raden Wijaya now looked at the princesses one by one. Suddenly, I felt restless. The hope in Pradnya's eyes made my heart beat like hell. I turned my eyes back to Viren. Trying to distract me from Raden Wijaya.
Honey, back then, my curiosity won. Although I did not look at him, Raden Wijaya's voice was increasingly clear. Everything that happened, I looked carefully.
“If Gusti Prabu permits, one of Gusti's daughters has stolen the servant's heart. That's why I want to marry him. So that no one else will take it and have it.”
Not enough with his meek attitude. Raden Wijaya bent his knees and saluted as if he deserved the death penalty. I saw Pradnya's face turning red while Ardaraja was throwing his face away. Tired of seeing that sight.
People held their breath in horror. Some cannot hide their smile. Know well that Ayahanda has long loved Raden Wijaya.
Hearing Raden Wijaya's honest confession, Ayahanda again could not help but laugh. Shoulders shaking. In a tingly tone, he asked.
“Say, who is the princess who stole your heart?”
“Hamba really dare not hope, Gusti.” “Tell me, Wijaya. Anyone who dares to steal
the heart of one of the mighty Commander of Singasari, will get a heavy punishment.” The amused tone in Ayahanda's speech was still heard. Ayahanda's view glared slightly at Nare and Pradnya.
“Please, Your Majesty. The princess is Princess Gayatri.”
The words were said calmly. But seke-tika makes the atmosphere in the hall become tense. His Prad's face, which was initially embarrassed, was now almost purple. I feel everyone's view of my sukku's menu simultaneously.
My mouth is almost open. Ow hell! Why me? Krama got to fly to the seventh sky. I wanted to get up and slap Raden Wijaya in the face. Gusti, what am I wrong?
“What did you just say? Not wrong?” “Hamba has mentioned it, Your Majesty. Princess Gayat
ri. And I'm sure, I'm not wrong.”
Affirming his words, Raden Wijaya glanced at me. I could see Nare's face bending unhappily. Pradnya has almost cried. I hate this situation. Angry, I threw my face away. My eyes returned to look for Viren, who had now disappeared somewhere.
Gayatri, apparently your fate is between grace and calamity, I said cursing myself. When did I steal Raden Wijaya's heart? Doesn't he hate me so much?
