Princess Rajapatni

Princess Rajapatni - Gayatri - 6

Princess Rajapatni - Gayatri - 6

I couldn't help myself until the show was over. My concentration was on finding opportunities to stay. When the people began to pray fervently, I immediately left the place of the ceremony. The nikan makes me rash. At the gate, I took care of the guard soldiers.

“I don't mind fighting and making money here,” I told them. “But I thought, it would be wise if you guys were escorting me well. After all, I only went to Uncle Mahapatih's residence.”

The two soldiers exchanged looks. Feeling like they had no choice, they ended up summoning another soldier. The young soldier was assigned to escort me.

“If anything happens to Gusti Putri, you have to bear the consequences!” threaten them.

I feel a bit sorry for that soldier. But I have to go see Viren or his father. I have to make sure they're both okay. It doesn't matter if after this I'll be said to be embarrassed. My heart was screaming to complain. The demotion of Uncle Raganata, Raden Wijaya's proposal, why did everything happen at the same time?

The whispers and whispers of people alternately filled my mind. I remember, Pradnya's tears fell unstoppable. Nare unceasingly flashed a stare of utter indescribability-you-joint-with-Raden-Wija-

yep. Raden Wijaya's words did not affect my heart at all. Who would be proud to be a second wife?

Raden Nararya Sanggrama Wijaya!

Others can look up to themselves. In my eyes, he's just a critic. I don't care about all the science of kanuragan, state system, or whatever science he has. That arrogant prince has no right to rule my life! I don't want him to be the most important part of my life! Nay! He has no right to hold power over me!

It was presumptuous Raden Wijaya filed a betel-an in front of the entire palace like that. I was angry and hurt. I want to complain to Viren. I want to clarify. I want to cry in front of my best friend.

I knocked on Uncle Raganata's door many times. However, there is no result. The house was quiet and locked from the outside. With hope in mind, I circled the house. The weight of the clothes along with the decoration made me pant. The heat of the sun is getting more and more excruciating.

Duh, Ida Sang Hyang Widhi Wasa! I was crying on the river bank. Peregrinate

hananku. Anger and helplessness made me despair. I slumped to my knees. I don't care about the young soldier who is now dumbstruck while scratching his head.

“Crying in the open like this is so disrespectful, Princess.”

The sound surprised me. Damnit damnit! Right now the least I want to meet is Raden Wijaya. Why did he even show up?

I wiped tears from my cheeks. Crying in front of her would only further lower my pride.

“Is the show done?” I tried to get up and stand up straight. Not to show my kele-mahan in front of him.

Raden Wijaya shook his head. The two accompanying soldiers immediately stood in a position ready to curl up. But Raden Wijaya didn't order them to arrest me. Instead, he signaled for the soldiers to clear the ground. A soldier puts a black cloth on the seat.

Raden Wijaya sat on the cloth. The wind plays with her hair. The sunlight made a beautiful silhouette of her. He looks to fit the commander's war clothes. Moreover, the clothes were combined with arm bracelets and necklaces that showed his starry status. No wonder, in the princess palace, the princess often talked about Raden Wijaya.

“Sit, Princess.” He pointed to an empty spot next to him.

I want to refuse. But for the sake of politeness, I must obey. However, he indirectly became my future husband.

“I thought, the ceremony will last until afternoon,” I said of origin.

“I'll be done, Princess.” The corner of his lips rose, “I have said I mean. Gusti Prabu has also agreed to it.”

“Is the Prince joking?”

She's staring. One hand was stretched out but held in the air. “I don't want to joke about my life partner.”

“With all the things that happened during this?” Kema-rahan makes my words sound rude. “Prince always scolds me! Where could Prince meng-want me as a wife?”

Raden Wijaya replied with a slab. “Actually, I want to guide you to be a good wife, Princess.”

“I don't understand.”

“I thought, Princess actually understood. It is impossible for a man to propose to a girl in front of the whole palace, if he does not like the girl.”

For a moment, I was silent. That word is true. The risk of speaking at a big meeting is severe punishment. Although Raden Wijaya is loved by Ayahanda, the risk is still great.

“I think, Prince hates me instead. Every time I meet, I feel the Prince is facing the enemy.”

“What can I do, Princess?” his words are shrewd. “You don't know how tired it is to wait. Waiting for the right time to say my wish. Our lives are so sad. Doesn't the Princess feel this way? Krama offgil, upload it, political interests.”

Yes, of course I feel it. Such a stifling life in the palace. Everywhere there are rules. There is no freedom, not even to catch your breath.

“Ayahanda always teaches not to make fun of anyone. He died of conspiracy. With great difficulty, I reached my current position. However, there are things I cannot bear. In-between, my own feelings.”

Not wanting Raden Wijaya to read my mind, I ha-his avoid his sight. This conversation must be diverted. I don't want to respond to Raden Wijaya's life story. I don't want to be weakened just because of sympathy.

“Princess is presumptuous to steal my heart.” Raden Wijaya said in an amused tone, “Or rather, The presumptuous princess stole mangoes in my residence.”

My face is now completely red. A mango? The embarrassing event instantly flashed in memory.

Crews!

Ow hell! Damn twig!

My body plunged into a broken branch. My face fell to the ground. By enduring the pain, I was forced to kneel while praying to Ayahanda, “Salam, Ayahanda Prabu.”

The beautiful woman I recently knew named Dyah Lembu Tal smiled kindly at me. While the arrogant boy next to him looked at me with a strange pan-dangan. God fucking. Missing is my image as a princess.

“Hey, how do I know that Father gave the southeast pavilion of the daughter's palace to Aunt Lembu Tal?” my protest without being stale, “Again, usually the pavilion is empty!”

Raden Wijaya's voice sounded like he was holding back ta-wa. “But it's so funny. I still remember your sullen face when Prabu Kertanegara found out his daughter had misbehaved. After that, Prabu Kertanegara ordered people to cut down the tall trees in the palace. Afraid someone breaks through again.”

Totally disgraceful. Until now, I thought that the event had been forgotten. Just like the rest of our childhood events. It is not proud to be caught stealing mangoes. Especially if you get scolded and punished in front of state guests.

“Other times, Princess should feel how tormented it is to hold a laugh.” Raden Wijaya looked at me amusedly.

“I just found out Prince can laugh.”

Raden Wijaya responded with a reluctant smile. He cleared his throat once, then avoided looking at me.

How strange. Raden Wijaya's expression at that moment suddenly warmed my heart. I don't know, those lips bi-sa arched such a beautiful smile. Heart's pounding. I wonder why it could be like this.

Raden Wijaya is still trying to avoid my eyes. Immediately, he picked up a stone and threw it into the river.

“Actually, at that time I wanted to be friends with you,” said Raden Wijaya. “Either why, whenever I open my mouth, I can only say spicy words. I have tried desperately, but still, I did not find any good words to express my heart.”

I threw a rock into the river. The ripples created by the stone met with ripples from Raden Wijaya stone. I'm poignant. Still can't believe we can pass the time without arguing as usual.

“When I was in Darmasraya, my mind was filled with your shadow. My whole heart is full of longing. Singasari suddenly felt far away. So far as heaven and hell.” The words of Raden Wijaya flowed a warm vibe into my heart.

Duh, Gusti, what is this vibration?

“Really languish it feels drunk love.” Raden Wijaya sighed. “Mistaken of the poets wrote Pupuh Asmarandana. Love makes drunk kepayang.”

The chanting of the notes came out of Raden Wijaya's mouth. Blue in the middle of the lake. It is fragrant to announce love. Longing grows, waiting for the time of bloom. His voice turned out to be this bright.

“Prince—”

“Can I?” Raden Wijaya's hand outstretched to Bali. This time, he fixed the position of his pem-ray konde puncture. A small touch on my hair instantly brought out a strange whir in my heart. Even now, his hand was no longer there.

“Daughter how envious I am?” Raden Wijaya wrote his words. “I envy people who are easily familiar with you. I even envy the butterflies you chase in the sari garden. You are an attractive princess. Any man close to you will crave your attention.”

“Prince is too far-fetched,”. I bite my lips. Knowing to be noticed like this, my feelings are getting worse. My mind is split in two. One side, I'm proud and flattered. The other side of my reasoning reminds me that Raden Wijaya might still criticize me.

“No! You should have, you realize this. You always seem to give hope to men who are close to you. Hi, the indifferent Princess. Do you really not know how they keep hope? Or how do they think things are inappropriate for you?”

Well, he judged me again.

“Where did you conclude all that... hi, Prince?” reply, a bit offended.

“I'm a boy.” He said firmly. “I know very well the views of other men towards you. Includes view-an Arya Virendra.”

Viren's? But... why?

“I already consider Kakang Virendra like my own brother.” Reflexes, I defend myself.

“But he doesn't think you are.”

“Raden Wijaya! Do you understand what you are talking about?”

“Princess Gayatri.” The bitter smile was now on Raden Wijaya's lips. “I. Arya Virendra, Ken Sakka. Ever since, have you not understood our feelings? Or just pretend not to understand?”

Raden Wijaya's words this time really froze me. One name shouts the bitterness in my heart. Sakkas. I can't forget that guy. The poor artist.

Do I not understand the feelings of men? Should I understand?