The Chronicle Of Jawata (Compilation Trial Edition)
4.37.
"The young man is crazy."
"I'm starting to be like him."
"Ananda is starting to feel like her."
"You're more scared now than later. Ananda doesn't want to experience an incident like her."
No feeling his tears began to pool in the eye.
"What's the difference between life and death? What happened to me could be worse than him. It's worse than death!"
His mother stroked his son's hair with affection not less since his son was born. The tears that flowed down his son's cheeks were nothing but the fruits of vexation and pain.
"I'm sorry, Mother, Son."
"The mother can do nothing but follow the flow of destiny. Everything will be short."
"Promise Mother that you will continue your life with passion!" mother said. Immediately wiped her own tears and wanted to appear firm in front of her son.
"Therefore, accept this!" My mother gave something in her hands.
"Keep your best and don't show this letter to just anyone, because this is your father's only remaining relic for mother."
"Use this letter in time!" added mother.
A roll of leather wrapped in cloth and bound to dry roots, half forcefully bribed into Radhit's grasp.
"If you refuse, your mother will be angry with you even at death!"
"The letter is the only will that can help you," Mother was a bit of a bully, but did not discourage the look of the eyes that were more resilient than her tears.
Except Radhit's tears seem to be more afraid of losing the beloved Mother than of losing her own soul.
The two of them had discussed this several times before, and always ended up in Radhit's anger. He defected from Mother's words. Always dismiss the will given to him.
After that, Radhit did not want to see his mother for weeks. But this time, the remaining time was already very tight. There are not many days left to get angry and upset over Mother's decision.
Radhit was forced to forcibly grasp a letter from his mother's hand. I want it to feel like it's screaming and screaming. But all that was only seen from the radiance of his sharp eyes and blessed at the points of tears of annoyance.
"It's not fair!"
"It's not fair!"
"It's fair!"
"We shouldn't have experienced this!"
Radhit squeezed the scarf that tied his mother's waist.
"Don't argue anymore, Radhit! It's the best way for you, "moments kiss Radhit's forehead many times before rushing to leave the dome and his son is there.
His steps halted for a moment on the threshold of the exit of East Sinloka, looking at the expressionless Radhit. The look on his son's face did not turn away until the figure of the mother was no longer visible in the dim lane of the hallway.
The flute of syahdu. A disciple who had been pensively pensively in a Wawena, blew his flute with a pain. The flute finally made a sound as well.
Radhit was startled by the sound of the flute, reminiscent of the pain from the incantation that once incised his palm. Once when he was a few years younger, he liked to play with thinly sliced bamboo slats, deliberately used as arrowheads for the training of the warrior disciples.
Radhit wanted to be a soldier like them, when the question was thrown at him from anyone who asked, then that was Radhit's answer. But the power of the Lord gives another word. He was not allowed to become a soldier student, but a scholar of language and literature. In the land of Sweta, every young man cannot at will determine what his own future will become.
The students who successfully graduated in Graha Kaninggaluh, will have honorable nicknames as Palace Pujangga, State Translator, or Royal Envoy and Grand Counselor.
At least if not to graduate, an honor the title of a Librarian can be achieved. Simpler still, the Royal Astal Guard might be lucky enough than to have to be humiliated for caste release.
Sweta's buana clapper echoed five times signaling the Snake Mountain's punch began to scroll through time. As the chantters at the ends of the towers of Shradava Palace called for a night rhythm verse.
Love is submissive before the ruler....
A promise as wide as the ocean
Fragile at the tip of the tongue....
Radhit happened to pass by. Paying attention to his friends are busy complaining about the difficulty of Tsunimurti lessons.
Their smiles are all fake. Just paying respect to his status that bears the dignity of the Muarralintang. One clan that has a high class in Svetanaghari.
"Richt!"
A special voice called Radhit. Apparently none other than Eng Hum, hastily approached Radhit.
"Yesterday, you said you'd see me in the afternoon. But until dusk, I waited for you in the library room as usual, why didn't you come?" Ask Eng Hum to take a promise.
"Ah, I completely forgot!" Patting his own forehead.
"Sorry" Radhit continued. A little confused, Eng Hum took his promise yesterday. That simple promise, Radhit immediately remembered after Eng Hum asked him now.
"One more time, sorry. I completely forgot," said Radhit regretfully.
"What's wrong with you? You look pale. Are you sick today?" en Eng Hum asked to switch the subject.
"I can't sleep all night. Eng Hum, can you help me?" Radhit looked confused.
"What's wrong?" asked Eng Hum curious, immediately Radhit invited Eng Hum to the library classroom which was a bit loose atmosphere. Didn't see many people. Just a few students and then.
Behind one of the row of most corner shelves, does not look striking by anyone. Radhit thrust out a roll of ejection whose rope had been broken a sign that the ejection had been opened before.
"What do you think this letter is in?" Eng Hum asked after receiving and unloading the contents of the scroll from the thick papyrus skin.
"What's that about?" Ask Eng Hum again, while paying attention to the contents of the writing in a mysterious thrower.
"I've been meaning it all night, like a gift file," Radhit replied.
"I don't know for sure. Stamps and signatures are strange!" Add Radhit while pointing to one of the very bottom of the ejection in the hand of Eng Hum.
"What is this letter? From whom?!" asked Eng Hum while his face was a bit surprised.
Radhit hurriedly gestured the index finger at the tip of his own lips for Eng Hum to lower his tone.
"I'll get away from Svetanaghari. This will help your mother and me!" Radhit's whisper somewhat suppressed his voice.
"Going from Svetanaghari?!" Eng Hum looked at Radhit full of question marks.
"Is this the only way out?" although not yet fully understand the concerns that are happening to Radhit, Eng Hum was very surprised at the thought of Radhit which he thought was too sudden.
Radhit nodded firmly, many times.
"Didn't the Kaninggaluh Palace family agree if..," Eng Hum could not continue his sentence.
"Radhit, we're all your family and will still be your family, no matter what!" Eng Hum showed his attention.
"Never feel alone!" eng Hum said again.
"Who can replace my mother? What if this happens to you?" Radhit asked.
"What if you're in my position?" Radhit was unable to continue his own sentence. His anger and fear culminated in a teary eyeball.
"That's it, you won't understand!" Radhit said it's getting riled up by itself.
"No one can replace my mother!" Radhit seized the will that had been in the hands of Eng Hum.
"Radhit, that's not what I meant! Listen to me first!" Eng Hum chased after Radhit who rushed quickly out of the library room.
Ungubris Eng Hum followed behind Radhit, although the attention of some who happened to be in the library room turned to the two of them.
"I don't want to be like Singh!"
Radhit's loud voice stomped the atmosphere of the library room that was originally calm to silence.
There was the sound of someone stepping on the room, appearing unexpectedly from behind a row of shelves. He's a student who has the name Singh. Everyone knows him and everyone knows what happened to him. Including Radhit.
Singh's eyes briefly fell on Radhit, then Singh exited the library.
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