The Chronicle Of Jawata (Compilation Trial Edition)

4.35.

"I'm a resident of Svettanaghari"

"Radhit...."

A voice evoked the tranquility of the sleep of a young man in one corner of the table room Graha Pustaka.

"Radhit...."

Again, the voice called out a name. Recite the morning atmosphere of solemn silence in the nuances of prayer.

"Radhittama Muarralintang's..."

The name is called complete. A young man in a room piled with books. Sniffing the fragrant cup of warm drink up to the room he was in.

"Mother...."

Radhit felt the presence of his mother. The voice of a woman who loved and loved her. Usually his mother comes while calling his name with a soft tone as a holy grail.

The presence of unpretentious women with a cup of warm honey mixed with ginger. A special drink is served every morning to the young man. But apparently, it was only a shadow of the days that had gone by.

"Radhittama...."

A voice called out to him again. The voice his mother thought was calling, it wasn't.

From inside the room where Radhit was, there was a shadow of a girl walking along the foyer. Not only did Radhit wake up, but it also evoked a smile from the owner of the name called. Radhit turned to look at the young girl coming from behind the door.

The young girl's face was seen at the end of the door. He hurriedly walked to a table, where Radhit copied his writing overnight but was not finished. Among other deserted tables as wide as the room Graha Pustaka. Instantly he realized that sleeping all night.

"Richt!"

Call the young girl almost to Radhit's desk. His breath is a bit up and down. Radhit wiping his eyes was still half sleepy, welcoming the girl with a questionable look.

Radhit got up from his seat, when the girl was in front of him.

"Eng Hum," Radhit mentioned the name of the girl who came to him.

"What's wrong?" Radhit. From the look on Eng Hum's face, as implying that there is important news to be said immediately.

"Can you take a moment of your attention from the Book of Tsunimurti?" pinta is a young girl named Eng Hum.

"What's wrong?" the same question from Radhit has not been answered.

"Mr Ayu wants to see you. He's been waiting for you in the East Sinloka room since he hit the Rooster" Eng Hum replied.

A wistful look from Radhit's countenance, descended to the floor of Graha Pustaka. A sad expression fretted erratically for days, disturbing his calmness.

Then again his gaze turned to the books scattered around the floor, not far from the tables and chairs, where Radhit spent the night alone.

But that's not what's stirring Radhit's mind. Suddenly there was a clanging sound coming from the center of the palace. Radhit looked towards the palace towers that were visible from where he was at the time, withdrawing his desire to head there immediately.

Eng Hum also reminded Radhit with the echo of the gong that has not ended over the hammer, greeted with lively not only around the padepokan, but also from a distance the palace towers to the east and west.

"Hit the Goose Dancing. He's been waiting for you long enough!"

Radhit responded briefly.

"I already know," replied Radhit rushing over as he hurriedly tidied up the messy books on his desk.

"You are the third person who reminds me of my appointment with him" did not show any pleasure when he heard the news that Eng Hum had given.

Radhit gurgled somewhat fiery while tidying up the books scattered on the floor. Eng Hum helped him to immediately return the scrolls and spills to the table. Then they rushed out, treading the grassy footpath that led to the gate of the palace gate.

During the step together, Eng Hum noticed Radhit's newly awakened appearance from sleeping all night. The messy, disorganized uniform should be, barefooted, without even tidying up the distinctive loop at the end of the hair signifies the identity of a disciple of Shradava Palace.

"No need," replied Radhit originally.

Eng Hum noticed Radhit walking next to him.

"It turns out to be true, you look like the Persians!" chirps Eng Hum.

"It was hard for me to believe before I read myself from the Graha Pustaka archives," Eng Hum sighed slightly, along with Radhit retorted briefly towards him with a look as if he knew something from Eng Hum's attitude.

"What am I really like?" This time Radhit felt intrigued.

"Well me?" while appearing crispy cup. The wrinkle on his forehead first swallowed the sparkling water of his face. Following the astonishment of Eng Hum.

"Persians are like me? Or am I like the Persians?!" ask Radhit again. Eng Hum only glanced at him while answering in a somewhat lazy tone.

Eng Hum touched Radhit's shoulder so it faced him.

"Your uniform is disheveled, doesn't like rules, the hair color is a bit blond!"

Instead Radhit heard Eng Hum say a little strange, "Who said my hair was blonde?"

"Black hair. Just like you!" radhit's argument seems less than pleased.

"I said, kind of blond!" reply Eng Hum.

"Try to watch yourself!" Eng Hum tightens Radhit's steps.

"My hair is jet black! Your hair is light brown, your eyeballs are too!"

"How can I see my own eyes and hair without a mirror?" Radhit glared unwilling to lose.

Eng Hum sighed.

"Still unaware or pretending not to be aware that your skin is too white for the indigenous Svettanaghari!" add Eng Hum while pulling Radhit's arm and pinching it slightly.

They stared fiercely for a moment.

"I was born and raised here!"

"Am I wrong to be born white?"

"I'm a resident of Svettanaghari!" sergeant Radhit streaked, before hurriedly turning and leaving. Eng Hum followed his steps.

"I said, you are like a Persian!" eng Hum was trying to match Radhit's wide steps. But it was exhausting enough for Eng Hum to match the pace of young, nimble men like Radhit.

"You're mad at me?" Ask Eng Hum.

"No. How can I be angry at the beautiful princess of Kaninggaluh nobility?" radhit replied without turning his head, his slightly sullen face not hiding enough that he was feeling displeased.

Radhit accelerated his pace when the back gate of the palace was near. It was already imagined by someone who was already waiting behind the magnificent building in plain sight.

Eng Hum is not after him anymore.

"Eng Hum, I'll see you in the afternoon!" radhit shouted at the girl from a distance before entering the gate which was heavily guarded by a dozen soldiers.

Eng Hum pegged there, his eyes sending Radhit to the threshold. He just stood up with a faint smile.

"Eng Hum dear..," the little smiling girl recalled the title Radhittama had uttered before he passed. There was a blushing hue on his face.

Radhit was getting ready to meet someone behind the palace there. Someone who will determine the destiny of his long journey soon begins.

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