The Princess Of Mojopahit

Ica Story

Zain smiled looking at Ica and Aksa.

"Ca. Aksa's condition is almost the same as when you fainted yesterday and yesterday." Zain

"You mean?" Ica doesn't understand what Zain meant.

Zain dragged the wooden chair a little away from the bed and placed it in front of Ica so he could speak well.

"Ca, twice you passed out. We were both quite panicked by your condition that did not come to consciousness, even though all the ways we have done so that you are awake." Zain paused for a moment to breathe.

"Cold sweats run all over your body. Your face sometimes looks calm but looks more panicked and anxious." Ica is still reading Zain. Without taking off his embrace to Aksa.

"Aksa was almost desperate to see your condition, he almost cried. But strangely enough, when Aksa hugs or touches you. Your face looks calm. But when I touch, the heat I feel. Just like the time I touched Aksa earlier." Zain swallowed his saliva slowly.

"It looks like you two have a bond that I don't know yet." Zain stood towards the table pouring water in a jug into his glass.

Gleck...

once a sip of water in the glass.

Zain sat back down. Staring straight at Ica. Flat look but seriously impressed.

"Ca, tell me what you saw in your fainting." The intonation of Zain's speech seemed to intimidate Ica.

Make Ica bow her breath carelessly.

Ica's hug moves to Aksa's waist area. His gaze returned to the front. There was Zain still waiting for his answer.

Ica still looks confused to say and start where.

"Ca.. look at me." Zain's orders.

"Ca. say.. I help as much and as I can... " Ica looked at Zain. Zain was the only friend he trusted the most.

Ica never hid anything from Zain. Same with Zain. Both give and receive their own shortcomings. Although it is undeniable sometimes there is still a misunderstanding between the two. But friendship and trust defeat all ego.

Ica recalled how, Zain introduced himself.

Flashback 7th years old

"Hey... Ica yes..." Sapa a guy who only Ica knows his classmates.

The guy held out his hand as a sign of introductions, "Zain..." As soon as he introduced his name.

"Luizza Izzy Seraphina" said Ica replying to Zain's hand.

"Are you lonely here?" Zain in the style of Sotoy. Which was only met with a gaze by Ica. There is no answer yes or no.

"If you want, then come with me for a walk. Not to lose here in Surabaya." Zain continued with his sweet smile, as if never offended by Ica who did not answer his question.

I'm sure, Ica is still quiet. He just looked at the guy in front of him.

"Well, if you don't want it right now, don't pa_pa..." Shoot Zain while preparing to return to his stool.

"I want to.." Finally broke the sound of Ica.

"But, we wear onthel not pa_pa right?" Zain sat in front of Ica.

This happened three months after the new school year. Ica who just moved from Surabaya has difficulty communicating with friends and teachers who mostly still use Javanese as an introduction.

Whereas Ica, who did not understand could only remain silent. And Zain was one of his friends who dared to start a conversation with Ica.

With Zain, Ica learned a lot about Javanese traditions. Mama, Papa, Mbah Oppi and Mbah Yun have actually taught about Javanese customs, but Ica still does not understand.

But with Zain, Ica learned easily. Maybe because of their age that is the same age as kalee.

Zain was two years older than Ica. Zain's school is late. Know yourself, the mindset of residents who still feel education is not so important. That was also what happened to little Zain.

And since then Zain and Ica became close. Some friends often match both. But either Zain or Ica just consider their relationship as a friend.

Back Now's...

"Ca..Ica..." Zain moved his palm up and down to see Ica start daydreaming.

"Ca, you still believe me..." Rework Zain.

"Ca... Oi... " Zain this time poked Ica's shoulder.

"Oh...Uh.. Yes Zain.. why?" Said Ica nervously caught daydreaming with Zain.

"Ca... why?" Zain began installing a patient mode against Ica.

"Zain. yesterday I came to a house, the resident of her husband from China, his wife from Java. I thought their son. The boy's name is Dyah Adistya shexien." Flat Ica word.

" The house is very unique even though it is only made of wood. The combination of Java and China." Obviously Ica with long breath.

Zain listened with detail. Ica was silent again. The gaze turned to Aksa who started to shiver.

"Keep.... " Zain was getting impatient.

"Continue that. I got lost on a road. But there was a woman called Simbok who showed me the way home. It turned out to be the home of Dyah Adistya Shexien who is of Chinese-Javanese descent." Ica was silent again, she set her breath to remain stable.

"There I met a guy like Mas Aksa. Turns out he's the son of a king from a concubine's mother. The Adistyas also betrothed me to that Raden." Ica Clear.

"The word of the man who was there, it happened in 1442. during the time of Prabu Brawijaya I, even Raden was already a Muslim. So does the Adistyas. Baba Adistya is a Muslim from China." Ica's story is sad.

"You cry Ca?" Zain said while removing the clear crystal coming down from the corner of his narrowed eye.

"I was there like a confused person not knowing what to do. I'm like a stranger." Isak Ica's.

Zain continued to wipe away ica's tears.

Aksa, who was hugged by Ica, started to move agilely. Ruined his head to Ica's chest. Makes Ica ticklish.

"I where?" The first sentence was spoken from Aksa as soon as he began to improve. And his cold sweat was starting to normalize.

Zain and Ica were shocked.

"..........." Both of them were busy with their respective brains and wished they were still sane.

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