Jatukarmas
Chapter 1

The image went down the hill while clasping his gun tightly. Some of his men followed from behind. Police car sirens roared among the gripping silence, taking away the criminals.

The shooting sound has been completed since a few minutes ago. The smell of gunpowder still floats in the air. Rassidy's horde of drug smugglers has been successfully rolled up.

This is a brilliant achievement! A hunting team consisting of Captain Citra and 6 of his men has been targeting the Rassidy group since a few months ago, and Rassidy's base on the hillside near the new port was sniffed after the important courier Rassidy was successfully used as a police spy.

"Good job, Captain ! This is the fastest hunt we've ever had. Our target this time is the hardest-to-bend group of Singapore lines ! " Priyo Hendro, Citra's superior has been waiting at the foot of the hill. The man reached out his hand to shake the hand of Citra.

The image smiles proudly. Just as he was about to say something, an eruption rang out from behind the trees, and he suddenly collapsed in front of Priyo and all his men. The image of a moment of coldness and pain in his left back and chest, for then the world became dark for him.

.........

The image felt a very intense pain. When he woke up, he first heard the sound of gamelan incense in his ears. The image squinted, between pain and wonder.

Who's got gamelan in the hospital? Citra believes he is currently lying in one of the treatment rooms due to a gunshot wound he suffered last time.

"Well..." The image complains while slightly wriggling his back that feels sore. He opened his eyes slowly, hoping to see Sherly or Yudhis, his two most loyal men and friends.

But Citra was flabbergasted at the sight that caught her sense of sight.

On top of his head, he saw a light purple embroidered silk mosquito net, decorating a large luxurious wooden bed. Behind the mosquito nets, look carved wooden walls and plated gold prada. The interior is slick and a little old.

This is a very prestigious and classic treatment room !

The image tried to move his head down, looking at his chest. He suspected his chest must have been bandaged, and his arms were connected at the infusion tube.

But he was astonished, when he saw his white and naked arms, his chest was also naked, without a single thread, and there was not the slightest wound.

Imagery is sitting. He held up a thin silk blanket that covered his lower body. His entire body was smooth, without any injuries or even just a bruise.

The image was stunned, when he saw the size of his chest that suddenly swelled up, from cup C, to D ! And his yellow skin is blushing healthy, why be as white and pale as this?

When she touched her hair, she was surprised. Before, her hair was long. But not this long, bushy and coiling up past her hips!

The image suddenly wanted to be hysterical, he rushed down from the bed. Like a fidelity, he approached the mirror on the table, in the corner of the room.

And Citra grew wide, her mouth open letting out a stifled cry. The look on the mirror, not her face. Beautiful face with round mellow eyes approaching perverted, long eyelashes with a bangir nose and sensual lips wet, Oh my God !

This...this is like the top Indian artist he has seen at a glance in tivi, what is his name? The image shook its head, confused and in disbelief.

This young ayu face, this gemulai sexy body was not hers. But why is his consciousness in this body? Why did he move here?

"Ohai, princess.." a cry of surprise. A young girl approached while struggling to cover the naked body of Citra with silk cloth. He led a confused image to sit on a chair.

"The Princess is awake, why not call the servant? Servant must immediately pour the medicinal herbs for the princess !"

"Master daughter??" Repeating imagery. "You call me princess?"

"Absolutely, princess. If you don't like it, please tell me !" The girl knelt under the feet of Citra. "But please calm down, and allow the servant minister to the princess to take this medicine first!"

"No, I'm not angry, just confused. Arise . Sit next to me ! And please explain what happened !" The image woke the girl up and hinted to sit next to her.

"Sir princess, I must serve you. I don't deserve to sit next to you!" The girl was surprised.

"It's okay, sit down." Image smile . The girl in front of him had a sweet and innocent face. Citra feels like her, and she hopes to get some explanation from the girl.

The young girl poured a glass of medicinal tea available on the table, then she helped Citra drink the bitter medicine.

The image coughed a little. The girl swiftly pulled out a silk handkerchief to wipe the face of Citra.

"Thank you" The image smiled sincerely. "Now please explain to me, this is where, who am I, who are you, and why am I here?"

Now it's the girl's turn to hang out.

"Great, the princess apparently had forgotten her memory, due to the impact the other day ! " murm the girl. Hard enough to be heard by the image.

"So I've had a bump ?"

"Yes, princess. Your head hit the car . The doctor said your condition is quite severe. You lay unconscious for a few days. But your head has no injuries. It was unexpected that the Princess could experience memory forgetfulness due to the accident !"

"Oh, like that... Then can you tell me everything about me? And first, please tell me your name!"

"Hamba Sekar Kemuning, the princess usually calls Sekar's servant. Servant of the princess since childhood," the face of the sweet girl named Sekar looks moody. He was sad because his master did not recognize him anymore. They went through childhood and adolescence together.

"The princess named Galuh Citrawani Diah Paramhita jambungan, the eldest daughter of the Duke of Daha. This year the princess is 18 years old and has been married to the soul mate of the master, the son of King Panjalu, Raden Jayanti Suryapaksi. Currently the princess is in the palace of the princess of the palace of Panjalu."

The image closed its gaped mouth. Daha ? A panjalu? When is this the age? And what was his name? Citrawani Galuh?

Well, it's kind of similar to his real name, Citra Kartika.

"Did? What the hell... ??" cetus Image's. Suddenly he felt like fainting again.

"Daughter said what?" Sekar Kemuning asked in confusion.

"It's nothing, I'm surprised to hear that I'm not the first wife. Am I an actor, Sekar? Uh, I mean ..have I damaged another woman's household?"

"No, princess. You are the Jatukarma Raden Suryapaksi that has been determined by the servant lord of the Duke of Daha and the King of Panjalu, since you were a baby. However, it is unfortunate, Raden Suryapaksi brought a wife when he won the war, he was the princess of the Jenggala kingdom who lost the war.... Galuh Putrika Sundari ..."

"Hm...Continue, Sekar."

"Raden Suryapaksi has been married to Paduka Galuh Sundari for 3 wars, but until now he has no children, he has not had children, so that King Kahuripan asked King Daha's father to marry you to Panjalu as promised."

"But Raden Suryapaksi had reneged on his promise by marrying another woman, and made my father's daughter the queen consort of alit. Why didn't you refuse this marriage?"

"Duke of Daha and His Majesty King Panjalu are brother and sister. In other words, your husband, Raden Suryapaksi is also your cousin. It is impossible to undo the bond of arranged marriage, even if a hundred wives have been married before."

"What the hell?!" maki Citra . What kind of rule is this?

"By the way, what year is it, Sekar?" The image holds the hand of Sekar. He was sure, no matter what, he experienced time travel. His real body was somewhere at the moment, after being shot by a member of the Rassidy horde.

Perhaps his body was lying in an ICU room, in a coma with life sustained by the system. It is also possible that his body had been declared dead and had been cremated by his closest friends, and his ashes were sown in the ocean, according to his mandate.

"Huh? Even the princess forgot what year it was?"

"Dark, please, I'm completely blank right now, my memory is empty, there's nothing I can remember. There's not one! Please, you help me to remember everything."

"Okay, princess. It is now the 20th of the year 1180." In Sekar's heart complaining, the princess did not just forget everything. He also often uttered strange words and statements that had not been heard by Sekar, in his lifetime.

"So please, you tell me every detail, every event, and every person who has anything to do with me ! You can do it slowly."

"Okay, princess."

...

Galuh Citrawani Diah Paramhita was born as the eldest daughter of the main wife of the Duke of Daha. He has a younger brother named Nareswara Paramudita, and two younger half-sisters from concubines.

Since birth, Citra has been betrothed to her cousin, Raden Suryapaksi who is 5 years older than her.

At that time there was a war between Panjalu and Janggala, a kingdom that actually still has ancestral blood ties. The royal army of Panjalu headed by Citra's youngest uncle, Commander Jayasendra, won the war at the beginning of the month of Caitra. So that the tiny baby daughter of her brother who was just born into the world, was named Galuh Citrawani.

"Galuh Citrawani was the beloved daughter of the entire duchy of Daha and the palace of Panjalu. You are very close to the King and the Empress.Entah why Raden Suryapaksi brought Galuh Sundari's daughter to the palace and made her the main wife."

"You are in fact a noble-hearted princess.it should be... you should be the empress, not Galuh Sundari, because she is the daughter of the enemy of the kingdom of Panjalu.." Just telling a sad story

"Master's daughter was pensive every day, crying, remembering your fiancee. Your brother, Raden Nareswara once pleaded with his father to marry you to the son of Duke Ujung Galuh, but the father refused. Because there is no approval from His Majesty the King ."

"A few months ago, His Majesty sent the Duke to marry you to the palace. Raden Nareswara disagreed, until he fled the duchy. Your wedding still took place three weeks ago with great fanfare, on the date of the Kasa full moon of 1180."

Termangu. So he had moved into the body of a princess with a difference of nearly a thousand years. Mind fucked.

Sekar clearly speaks an ancient language, but why can he understand it and be able to communicate back?

"Strue, I'm dizzy." complained Citra while massaging her forehead.

She finished taking a shower and changed her clothes. The girl led him to the bed.

"The princess lay down first. Two days the princess lay unconscious, once the wake had moved a lot and talked. Servants should call the physician before serving you a bath."

"It's okay, Sekar. I felt fresher after the shower, only my head felt dizzy. Please massage my head ."

She gently massaged her master's head.

A new image closed his head, another servant entered the room and reported the arrival of the Empress .

"Galuh Citra's sister has awakened?"

A melodious voice flowed, preceding the arrival of a graceful woman as beautiful as an angel.

Imagery amazed.

This newly arrived woman, her beauty was unrivalled. Her delicate skin was glowing, matching in luxurious royal clothing.

The image brought his head closer to Sekar who was kneeling under the bed.

"Sst, Sekat, who is this?"whispered.

"Daughter, this is your honey, Empress Galuh Putrika Sundari."