Jatukarmas
Chapter 10

Nice Saksena sipped the drink in front of her calmly. He smiled at Duke Tujung Galuh who took his drink. Duke Wilanggiri was his father's subordinate and good friend. And Harya Wisanggeni, the son of the duke was his brother.

"So how did you decide, Uncle Duke? "

"I'm a little shy, Nanda Raden. My wife is a close relative of Panjalu. You could say we are a family. It's a rather severe dilemma."

"Think of the future in Wisanggeni, uncle. The Future of Galuh. Believe me, nothing is more important than independence. Uncle believes that being in the shadow of Panjalu will always be in prosperity and peace? Not necessarily, uncle. Know, even the peace that exists between Panjalu and Jenggala today is fake!"

Duke Wilanggiri gasped.

"Isn't Galuh the Empress nanda Sundari, your own younger sister? And this political marriage has become a milestone for the peace of the two kingdoms?"

"Surely, uncle, there is no lasting peace. My sister has been the crown prince's first wife for 4 years, but has not had a son. Panjalu has started to get ready to kick out my sister and replace her with Galuh Citrawani."

"Well, I know she's Duke Daha's daughter, former jatukarma Raden Suryapaksi. I used to almost apply for Citrawani at Wisanggeni's request, but was rejected by the Duke of Daha. It turns out that she was indeed prepared to become a real empress?"

"That's how, uncle." Nice Saksena shrugged her shoulders. "That's the palace game. Therefore do not be too trusting with a calm situation on the surface like this. We must have a strong footing, a firm grip. "

Duke Wilanggiri. Heart's fretting. The task mandated by Bagus Saksena was quite heavy. But the rewards are worth it. Business cooperation that will benefit both parties. Duke Wilanggiri only needed to lend one of his subordinates, Corah Caturupa, to Bagus Saksena.

After all, he had a slight wedge in his heart towards Duke Daha who had rejected his son's proposal. As a result of the rejection, Wisanggeni prefers to travel to increase his knowledge. Rather than learning to control government.

"Raden, I only have one condition. I guarantee that Corah Caturupa will not fail to perform the task. But I ask you not to link my name. Suppose that the Caturupa Pattern works for you personally. Not in my name. Hows it? Do you agree?"

"That's a very easy requirement, uncle. Don't worry about it. All information is sealed. Nothing will leak. I guarantee my position as Aryapati Jenggala."

"All right then. I agreed to lend you the Caturupa Pattern. "

They shook hands, marking their secret cooperation agreement.

After meeting with the Duke of Wilanggiri at the tavern, Bagus Saksena breezed on the streets of the city of Hujung Galuh. This bustling port city, always attracts his attention. The sound of gamelan pouring from a small street drew him in.

The little road was like a long hallway. Many magnificent buildings on the right left of the road that make Bagus Saksena always like to stop here.

The gamelan came from the largest building. In front of the building was guarded by several armed guards. A beautiful girl preening and dressed attractively stood in the courtyard, welcoming every guest who entered.

"Please, young master," the girl recognized and immediately welcomed Bagus Saksena.

The girl escorted Bagus Saksena up to the room inside. Inside the room were many beautiful girls sitting around. Some were serving some men to drink. Some just sit in a dim corner of the room.

Some dancers were entertaining visitors in a large hall, where gamelan harvesters showed their skills. Some drunk men dance. There was a heavy stupor and leaning on the chest of a comfort girl.

Bagus Saksena followed the guide girl who led her through the room, out of the main room, across the small garden, then into a building at the back. This building is smaller but luxurious.

The girl opened a door and let Bagus Saksena in.

"Please, young master ! He's been waiting for you inside."

The young man entered the spacious room without hesitation. Inside, there is a large bathtub, sprinkled with fragrant flowers. A young woman sits by the pool with her legs up. The woman was only wearing a thin cloth wrapped in her makeup body.

"Master Bagus Saksena," a melodious clear voice said to be like a rebab. "It's been a long time waiting for the master ."

"Puspasari, you're getting beautiful. I miss you, "Good Saksena embraced that body of makeup and devoured her lips greedily. Puspasari draped her long fine arms around the stocky neck with spoiled.

"Young master has forgotten Puspa," he sighed in a sulking voice.

"Where might I forget flowers as sweet and hot as this. My life is so hard, so many tasks and jobs I have to finish."

"Duh, master servant ! Divide the burden on your shoulders on Puspa, my shoulders strong enough to carry it, "Puspasari thrust his fat chest into the chest of Bagus Saksena.

"You know this small and weak? " Good Saksena squeezed that white shoulder, smiling.

"Let my shoulders be small, but able to withstand the weight of two mountains," Puspasari let the thin strands of cloth draped on his chest, slump down.

Exhibiting two large hill mounds that were immediately grabbed and squeezed by Bagus Saksena. The young man breathed a rough breath.

"Puspasari, don't tease me. I still have a job for you. "

"Ah, young master. Can you talk about it later, after I serve you fun?"

"No. This task is very important. Let me explain to you first . "

Submissively, Puspasari pulled the cloth to cover her chest, then invited Bagus Saksena to sit on the chair .

"What important task am I carrying this time, young master?"

"Tonight you must go to the palace of Panjalu! I need your skills as an unrivalled thief, Corah Caturupa !"

Puspasari propped up her chin, her elbows resting on her knees.

"What should I steal?"

"Keris pajenengan Ki Jagasatru."

Puspasari.

"Truly a tough task... It was the heirloom keris of King Aryaiswara !"

"There's still one more thing you have to steal !"

"What's that?"

"Symbol of the golden statue of Ganesha!"

"What?!" Puspasari was really surprised.

"Are you willing or not?"

"What's the advantage to me?"

"I'll give you a few hundred gold laksa."

Puspasari smiled cynically.

"My heart is abundant enough, young master. I earn a lot here and elsewhere."

God fucking. Women******this is arrogant too. Rutuk Bagus Saksena .

"I will make you a village chief in a fief in the Jenggala region. You can lift your degrees, no longer be an art entertainer. How's it?"

"Hahaha, funny. Doesn't the master himself know who I really am . Puspa was the unofficial mistress of the Duke of Hujung Galuh. Puspa wants a higher position, a higher degree."

Puspasari got up, approached Bagus Saksena. The boy's chin was flirtatious.

"Make Puspa as the concubine of young master Bagus Saksena!"

"Huh?" Nice Saksena surprised.

"Why? Sir is not ready? Then forget it."

"You want to continue like this with me? All right, I agree !"

Puspasari smiled happily. He threw the cloth away, then clutched the handsome man happily. They make out with love. Puspasari's skilled fingers graze the strands after strands of clothing that cover the body, until the last strand.

.........

Nice Saksena rubbed the water that soaked her hair. Puspasari was still playing with the flower water that soaked her body.

"Prince, don't go yet !"

"I must return to Panjalu first. Remember, Puspa, this mission must succeed, if you want to be with me forever."

"Okay, my lord."

Disappointed, Puspasari stared at the muscular body coming out of the bath, leaving behind huge waves of water.

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This beautiful countryside is located on the slopes of Mount Welirang. Bamboo forests are lined along the banks of the river flow, leaving cool air until noon though. Two young men walked side by side, down the valley, carrying paculs leading to their corn fields located on the edge of the bamboo forest.

*Mudita, our corn can already be harvested.." The older youth and his complexion were darker, told the young one. Tomorrow we take the baskets, we harvest and we take them up to the pasraman."

"Yes, Subrata's brother. But this harvest is much. We should have brought more brothers to bring the harvest."

"Now we're blurring the soil over there, to grow yams and vegetables," Subrata pointed to a plot of land near a stream.

They stepped into the empty field. It's still morning. The fog was still left making the view somewhat obstructed. Mudita's sharp eyes caught a body that was washing itself on the banks of the river.

Mudita. The villagers at the foot of the mountain never bathed there. Usually they bathe more downstream, in a flat and clean place from the bush. Who washes themselves in this blind morning and secluded place? Unintentionally, Mudita came closer with curiosity.

"Bad 'em !" That person suddenly put on his cloth back and flashed. Mudita was surprised to realize that she had been stalking people to bathe, without her will.

"I'm sorry, brother. I didn't accidentally..."

"Himahhhh!" Without ba bi bu, the man attacked Mudita with a fatal blow. Mudita threw herself to the side, then parried the hands and feet of people who came in a row.

"Fuckin' mountain man, how dare I see me take a shower !" maki that guy. Mudita was surprised, because it was the voice of a woman. And he could finally see the person's face, when the person finally stopped attacking and observed Mudita curiously.

"Who are you? Why are you avoiding all my attacks?"

"Good lady, I'm sorry I didn't mean to be rude. We are farmers from the slopes of this Welirang mountain, here is our arable garden . This morning Miss has taken a shower, isn't it cold?"

"It's none of your business!"

"Oh? All right, then.." Mudita shrugged her shoulders. "Good way, miss."

"Hey, you answer first ! Whatis yourname? Why are you able to resist my attack? Are you a disciple of a silat expert?"

Mudita just shrugged her shoulders.

"We're just hamlet farmers, miss!" Subrata answered patiently. "Whose own name? "

" It's none of your business ! I asked him, not you!" said the woman was sniffled. He looked at Mudita with annoyance. "Hey. I'm busy right now. My name is Puspasari ! Remember my name ! Someday if we meet again, I will challenge you to a duel. The arrogant boy !"

The flower lady of the entertainment art house at the Galuh End flashed away.

Subrata shook his head.

"It's beautiful, the silatnya high anyway."

"Honey he's arrogant" said Mudita.

"Hahaha, yes it is Mudita, let's work !" Subrata swung his pacemaker excitedly.

Mudita also swung her hoe. The farmer was clean skinned. His face was handsome with thick black eyebrows and clear eyes like the eyes of a boy. For a year he lived in Mount Welirang pasraman, studied canuragan and bath science at Begawan Wistara.

Every now and then they go down the mountain, helping the disciples to grow crops. Sometimes down to the village to buy some supplies. The villagers and the disciples never expected that the young man was actually Nareswara Paramudita, the son of the duke of Daha.

The young man fled from the duchy's palace because he disagreed with his brother to be the crown prince's second wife. He once protested to his father. Proposed to accept a proposal from the duke of Galuh End. But all were rejected by his father. By reason, not getting the blessing of the King.

"Ayahanda, my brother Citrawani is your biological son ! Did you have the heart to see Brother become the second wife of his former fiancee ?"

"Nares, Your Majesty the King is a deity of all the subjects of Panjalu, including your father, you and your brother. His word is the law in this country. His word is also an honor for all of us."

"What kind of honor, Dad? Clearly our honor is placed under the soles of the feet of our enemy, Jenggala ... Why should Jenggala's daughter be the empress and Daha's daughter be the young wife? Why not behind?"

"Don't talk recklessly, Nares ! You're young, you don't understand politics..."

"Always the world ! Always politics ! What a world ! What a disgusting thing this political world is !"

"Already, Nares. You don't understand yet. Someday you will also go into politics, to replace Dad."

"Sorry, Dad. Servants have no interest in being cruel and disgusting because of politics !"

"Malur !"

Nareswara Paramudita actually stopped, the day her brother was sent to the palace of Panjalu to become the second wife of Suryapaksi.

His mother cried and fainted. The poor mother lost two of her hearts at the same time. One is married, one is gone.

Mudita shook her head. He was saddened to think of his sister and mother, two of the most beloved women in the world. Later if his knowledge is enough, he will intervene to fight for their fate, whatever the risk.

Suddenly Mudita stopped her paculan swing, and looked up. His forehead wrinkled.

"What's up, Mudita?" Subrata is Mudita's most loyal bodyguard. In their disguise this time, only Subrata and Begawan Wistara know who Mudita really is.

"The back of Subrata is sad? It was from Jenggala, heading in that direction, was the nearest path to cut off the road leading to... Panjalu !"

"Hhh??"

"Rear, remember that woman ! How many people can match my martial arts?"

Mangosteen subrata.

"Not much. Among them are Raden Suryapaksi and Bagus Saksena. Also, Harya Wisanggeni..."

"Harya Wisanggeni is doodled, because he is a person who is inclined towards goodness ! Raden Suryapaksi was also struck down, as he was the crown prince of Panjalu."

"All that remains is Good Saksena. And he is the son of the ruler of Janggala..."

"It is not usually the slopes of Mount Welirang passed by people, let alone the claustrophobic people from Janggala, to Panjalu ! This must be something. Brother ! Come quickly, we ask for advice from Master !"

The two of them rushed to leave their jobs, running small climbing the back of Welirang .

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