The Princess Of Mojopahit

Contrition

Adistya forcibly pulled the hand of Aksa who began to tremble because he did not think Narendra's wife could be aggressive. Completely out of expectations as a teaser.

(not the stone, yes the Aksa)

Aksa who originally thought Adistya was shy should he scribbled thickly. Adistya eleven twelve with Ica. It's just that Adistya is more shy than the timid Ica.

The man with the nose pointed at Narendra's private room. Even so, he is no stranger to the layout of the room he had occupied with Ica, but it feels different.

There was no Ica by his side making Aksa feel hollow. His soul was no longer intact.

Meeting Adistya even made him upset and wanted to know the whereabouts of his wife.

Teasing Narendra's wife who was initially able to get him to distract from Ica, turns out to be wrong. When Adistya held her force into the room, there was only Ica in her heart. As similar as the woman before him could not distract him from his beautiful wife who was somewhere.

In this crucial moment the only hope was one, returning to his own world.

"Try Kang Mas help me find clothes that I bought at that time," said Adistya with a sly smile.

Aksa, who never knew Narendra's stuff, scratched her un-itchy hair.

For a while he stood in front of a large cupboard made of teak wood with distinctive carvings.

Netra Aksa researched Adistya's clothes one by one.

Some he knew, but many he did not know. The whole closet is almost full of Adistya's latest stuff.

The woman's appearance was no longer what it used to be. If before marriage, the collection is filled with typical Chinese clothing while at this time some have local clothing.

Aksa's gaze was fixed on a special clothing stel that he always remembered. The costume that Adistya wore when she first saw it in the market.

A wide and layered clothing stel typical of the Chinese nation. As a daughter of Chinese descent, Baba Wang deliberately familiarizes her daughters to know their culture through clothing, in addition to introducing local culture.

Slowly Aksa's hand reached for the sea-blue clothes. The man seemed to have forgotten Adistya's wish.

Adistya who had been watching Aksa, just let the man she thought was her husband pull any clothes in the big closet.

There was no desire to refute or blame her husband's choices. More precisely the husband of his future.

"I like it the most, look at you wearing this shirt." Aksa unfolded the fabric that had been neatly arranged one of their arms.

Adistya was unable to hide her surprise. The clothes Aksa was holding were her favorite clothes.

"I first met you while wearing this shirt. You and Mbok Bano were shopping at the market." Aksa's smile continued to stare at the beautiful clothes of his past wife.

Adistya who does not remember when and where Aksa that time, mute. Speechless. There was not a single word he could spit out replying to Aksa's story that made him melt again.

Instantly his desire to avenge Aksa perished without a trace.

"You walked gracefully pretty, bidding on every item you wanted." Aksa's view seems to go back to the time when he fell in love with a figure he did not know his name.

However, he recognized her beautiful face.

A face similar to Ica - Zain's girlfriend. The girl he knew a while ago.

The girl he finally knew was very tough and reckless.

"Yes, don't make my heart melt so easily." Adistya put back the clothes that Aksa pulled.

The man chuckles at Adistya's behavior.

"I won again, I guess. The princess has started to baper," Aksa murmured inwardly.

"You want to? When did you first meet me?" challenge Aksa to look at Adistya.

The woman shrugged her shoulders.

The originals I don't know. He really does not want to unify his memory to the past because in the early days Adistya had refused their matchmaking.

He thought the prince was greedy everywhere. Not enough for one woman. His wife is one, but how many concubines?

Adistya who has the principle of not wanting to marry a man who intends to marry more than one woman insisted on refusing. Until he accidentally met an ordinary man who was able to hypnotize his heart.

A handsome-looking man who always helped him bring a besek or basket from the market.

At first Adistya thought the man was just one of the hip porters there, not bothering whenever assisted. Even that man never wanted to be paid.

Adistya hid the suspicion in her heart. Until the man she was betrothed to visited the house. What surprised the man was the young man who always helped him.

Shame and happiness blend into one. Shame because he had refused an arranged marriage and was happy because the man he was betrothed to was someone he liked.

"What do you want, huh?" aksa fishing rod.

"Wouldn't do anything." Adistya looked confused.

"Where if we go for an afternoon walk, abi ujan gini must be different hawa," Aksa asked idly.

"Yuk! When else invited by Kang Mas to take an afternoon walk," Adistya greeted warmly.

Aksa's heart brushed.

"Is Narendra in this age that cute to Adistya?" inner Aksa guessed how Adistya an Narendra's relationship in the past.

Instantly there is regret, if it is true that he in the past is not as warm as now.

"I'm sorry, Dis," muttered Aksa softly, barely even sounding Adistya.

"Yes, Kang Mas. Why?" exclaims Adistya who had heard the voice is not clear Aksa.

 "No, no pa-pa. Yuk!" Aksa distracts Adistya by preparing for an afternoon walk.

Just about to step out of the room, there was the sound of the door being knocked from the outside.

"Mbok Ra," cried Adistya who opened the door.

***

Comfortable with that, Aksa wriggled with ease. From behind the curtain sunlight enters through the cracks of the thin fiber.

The light hits right onto Aksa's handsome face, forcing the newlyweds to open their eyes.

Circular views pay attention to every corner of the room where he woke up. Aksa wanted to ascertain the time and location of his current awakening.

Either in the Majapahit period or in the present he must be ready to face it. Aksa breathed a sigh of relief realizing he was already in the year where he and Ica were supposed to be. The real world is really alive. His smile broadened, remembering the figure of Ica that he missed. I don't know how many nights he's been in the past.

"Where is it, huh?' his monologue searches for the whereabouts of Ica who is no longer beside him.

"Caaa, Icaaaa!" call Aksa to get out of bed.

"Why, anyway, Mas? Pake yells anyway. Shame know. There was mama and papa," exclaimed Ica who suddenly entered the room.

Aksa hugged his wife tightly.

"don't get far from me, yeah! It's not good that there's no you."

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