The Princess Of Mojopahit

Not Aksa

"Mas, eat first, yeah!" exclaimed Adistya begged Narendra to eat because since morning there has been no intake of anything that goes into the stomach.

Instead of answering, the man stared at the food on the plate his wife was carrying.

"Why? Don't like it?" ask Adistya.

Laying a plate of pottery containing soft rice and chicken milk, similar to chicken porridge.

"No, but what food is it?" Show Narendra astonishment.

Adistya stared back at her husband in confusion.

"Seriously, Mom? What do you not understand?" Narendra shook his head to answer Adistya's confusion.

"It's chicken porridge, Mas." said Adistya scooping his homemade porridge.

"Try, shit!" adistya said to feed his congee to Narendra.

With doubt Narendra opened his mouth, to please Adistya who had cooked.

Slowly the handsome man began to chew.

"Enak," he murmured softly.

Narendra opened his mouth wide again, asking for a bribe from Adistya.

The woman smiled widely, watching her husband begin to like the dishes he cooked.

Soon he returned to feed Narendra with his simple chicken porridge.

Adistya deliberately cooked the porridge considering the condition of Narendra who was struggling.

For a moment Adistya looked at her husband who was still enjoying his homemade porridge.

Suddenly he realized, Narendra in front of him is not Aksa - the man he married.

The man who several times also adventured into the past world.

Narendra whom he bribed was the original Narendra of Majapahit earth.

Narendra is the first one he met while lost in his de javu world.

"When are you cooking, Diajeng?" narendra asked with his mouth still full of porridge

"That morning, but since Kang Mas was still asleep I didn't dare to wake him up" Adistya replied lowered her head.

"Oh, that's delicious. My stomach is not nauseous anymore" he said as he stroked his queen's stomach.

"Makasi," Adistya said with a smile.

Unexpectedly in a day Narendra could spend porridge sauce cooked by his wife.

***

"Bow, how's Dim?" narendra asked as Dimas visited his room late into the night.

The young man ignored his tiredness, for the sake of visiting the man who had already considered him the younger brother.

"Alhamdulillah, sae , Kang" replied Dimas courteously.

The young man recounted the plants Narendra had cared for on his farm.

Dimas also tells which plants are ready to harvest.

Hearing Dimas's report, Narendra's face looked sumringah.

"Thank you, Dim. You can rest now. Tomorrow we do the rice fields again" Narendra said.

"Enggeh, Kang," Dimas replied as he resigned.

"Oh yeah, Dim. Sing mereman nang rice paddies wong piro?" ask Narendra.

"Some figure, Kang," replied Dimas just turned his head without any intention of approaching the foster brother,"

He was tired if he had to go back. Luckily, Narendra did not bother.

The man only chuckled at the behavior of his adoptive sister

***

On the terrace Ica sat facing the village road.

His gaze was far away to the land he had left behind. The place where the physical of the original husband is.

Although, it is not the first to be in a simple house of gifts from the Prabu. However, it feels strange to be away from your husband.

He felt one side of his heart empty.

Is her husband also looking for her whereabouts at this time?

Huge breaths sounded occasionally from Ica's nose.

"Mas, quiet is not there you," Ica murmured inwardly.

"Here is Mas Narendra not Mas Aksa. Physically you are the same. But, it's weird if it's not you." Ica is still.

"Jeng, ono opo why daydream in the afternoon?" Narendra suddenly came and sat down beside Ica.

Narendra's condition is improving, although still looking pale, however, he has begun to rise from the bale-bale and gather with other family members.

Narendra felt a long saturation when he had to fall due to the pain he suffered.

Ica who was supporting her chin just looked at her glance and looked back to the front.

The sound of his heavy breathing was tight, Narendra until he could hear it.

"Don't let's go songgowang." Narendra reminded his wife not to have a chin.

Ica lazily changed positions. The woman rested her head on the left hand that measured on the table.

"Jeng, story. What's up?" ask Narendra in his typical Javanese language.

Ica shook her head softly.

Instead of not wanting to tell a story, Ica herself was also confused about how to deal with Narendra.

During this time he had a lot of mingling with Aksa in the position of Narendra.

"Jeng, story! Am I wrong?" ask Narendra worriedly.

Ica nodded back.

"Ndoro," called Mbok Ra who came in a hurry from the kitchen.

"What's up, Mbok?" tanya Ica held her head up.

"Anu. anu ...."

"Anu, what's wrong, Mbok?" sela Narendra looked at Mbok Ra whose breath was cut off.

""Niku Ndoro the fish we fried stolen the cat!" mbok Ra said stammeredly.

"Ndak pa-pa, Mbok. We'll cook again for dinner" Ica replied with a laugh.

"Ndoro Ndak is angry?" mbok Ra is confused.

"Well, lapo I'm nesu, Mbok. Wis ora po-po." Ica got up from her seat and put her arm around Mbok Ra carrying her to the kitchen.

Narendra stared at his wife's departure with great question marks.

"Let me help Mbok Ra from Kang Narendra for a long time," Ica muttered in her heart against the anxiety.

From far away Narendra noticed his wife's slightly suspicious gestures.

Adistya did not usually shy away from him.

"Adisty, why, huh? Kok, it's weird. Is there something wrong with me?" murmured Narendra following the second step of the woman in front of him while closing the door because it was nearing eup.

Soon it was Maghrib, the sky in the western hemisphere had already lost its ferocity. The bright atmosphere will be replaced.

Makes Ica more anxious, her feelings are no longer because of.

In his heart there was only Aksa. How and what is your husband doing right now?

He did not want to guess much because his life was always unexpected. Various kinds of puzzles always popping up endlessly.

Ica can only resigned to face a mystery that is often unexpected.

The night is getting late, all residents of the Narendra residence have returned to their respective disputes.

After Dimas' dinner, Mbok Ra and Mbok Bano parted ways into the room.

In the living room there are only Ica and Narendra.

"Diajeng in!" bring Narendra.

Dada iIca kembis kempis not karenan. There was a desire to resist, but on the other hand he did not want to present any suspicion to Narendra.

Unexpectedly, Narendra severed Ica's arm taking her to the room.

***

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