Dvesas
Laksmi Travel (3)

Laksmi knocked on her door while calling her mother and father's names.

There's no answer.

The house looked empty, there was no sign of life.

Some people who passed in front of his house seemed to whisper while looking at Laksmi with a low view.

"byurrr" residents waded him with water comberan.

Laksmi's clothes were covered in mud.

"Go from here! you have brought disgrace and misfortune to this village" said the villager, beginning to gather in front of his house.

"Where are my parents and my sisters" asked Laksmi without regard to the villagers who kicked her out.

"Hey p***cur! you and your family deserve god's law in hell" said the villagers of mulaj cheering out harsh words.

Laksmi scoffs at the villagers. They don't know he threw Laksmi with the rest of the dirt.

In the past their village was taken hostage by robbers, in exchange Laksmi who is a flower village surrendered himself to be used as a hostage and willing to be sold as a slave, provided all villagers and their families are released.

"Nails forget skin" a proverb that Laksmi deserved to say to the villagers. Don't they think for whom Laksmi sacrificed herself if it wasn't for them being too poor to pay the ransom the robbers demanded?

Nevermind! talking to the villagers wastes time.

It's good that if his family moves from here, Laksmi doesn't have to think about them anymore all Laksmi has to do is keep her promise to Gayatri.

Laksmi left the damn village, rushing to find a ride to Dwipajaya.

Entering the royal area of Jayabaya, Laksmi saw many people flocking to their work equipment such as paculs, shovels, buckets and others.

What's the matter? thought Laksmi saw those people. Their horse-drawn carriage moves slower.

"It looks like the laborers are filing a protest" said the chariot driver.

"For the sake of our security, we should turn around the other way"

"Wait, let me get down here" said Laksmi paying the driver's wages.

The driver reminded Laksmi of the danger that would befall him if he decided to stop in Jayabaya and leave Laksmi.

Laksmi approached the group of people. Lakshmi overhears their conversation. It turned out that the workers spoke in Hindi, Urdu, Marathi, Assam, and Tamil.

Laksmi is increasingly curious why many workers from Hindustan in Jayabaya while Jayabaya is not a fertile area or mine producer.

"What are you doing here?" laksmi asked some of the people in front of her.

"We worked here for months but have not been paid. They promised us a bag of gold for everyone" said the man staring all over Laksmi's body.

"Do you work here too?" asked the man to see the saree and the jewelry worn by Laksmi which is commonly used by women in Hindustan.

"Yes, but I work in an area far from here. I am going to Dwipajaya port" said Laksmi.

"What are you guys doing? I haven't been from Hindustan for long" Laksmi said.

"We are working on this dry land to plant crops the results will be sent to Astapura" said the man.

Laksmi nodded in understanding. Rumors he heard in Odissa that Astapura was in a difficult time turned out to be no mere issue.

Laksmi immediately walked away from the crowd when she saw a familiar figure standing before the workers.

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