Jatukarmas
Chapter 11

Citrawani's mother is very ill. The news was brought by an emissary to the palace. King Aryaiswara allowed Citrawani to see his mother.

He told Raden Suryapaksi to accompany his wife to go to Daha.

In his palace, Galuh Sundari raged indistinctly. Slamming things, scolding the servants, complaining about food. None of the servants dared to raise his face.

Usually there is Bagus Saksena who can control the anger of the sister. But it has been a month that Bagus Saksena has never been seen in the palace.

"Why should my husband go to Daha? Not Citra his only wife ! I am also his wife ! Why am I left alone ???"

Sari. Even as a dear lady, she did not dare to speak when her master was angry.

Since the girl, Putrika Sundari was her father's favorite daughter. All his wishes are always fulfilled. Married to Suryapaksi was of his own free will.

When he saw the prince in the betting arena for the first time, he had fallen in love. It was he who urged his brother to challenge and make himself a requirement of betting. He also forced his brother to put herbs into Suryapaksi drink.

All this time he has managed to influence and master the man of his dreams. For many years Sundari enjoyed the affection of her husband.

He did not want Suryapaksi to share his love for Galuh Citrawani.

Galuh Sundari closed the door. He told Sari that no one would be allowed to enter the room.

He took out a white sheet of cloth . All clothing and jewelry. He only wore a white cloth covering his chest and half his thighs. Her hair was allowed to break long.

In a special room, he sat down. His hand formed a mudra, then he cast a spell. He practiced pranayama to close the breathing path. The center of his desire was focused on the face of Suryapaksi. When he felt the heat begin to take over his entire body. Sundari lowered his face and let his hair slide forward, covering his entire face.

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Ever since getting off the horse-drawn carriage and greeting his father, Citrawani had been running around entering the duchy's palace. He paid no attention to the servants who greeted him at the gate. Suryapaksi just shook his head to see his wife's behavior.

"Pardon Citrawani's behavior, Nanda Raden." The Duke of Aryawisena said to his son-in-law.

"It's okay, Uncle Duke. Maybe he's too worried about Auntie's health."

"Let's go in, nanda Raden. Nanda should rest first, before we serve lunch."

Raden Suryapaksi sat in an inner room, accompanied by some of his personal bodyguards. Duke Daha was busy ordering the maid to clear all the luggage from the palace.

"Uncle, I will accompany Dinda Citrawani to stay here. Uncle did not have to provide a separate room for us" said Suryapaksi.

In fact it was the edict of the King and Queen of Panjalu that was also distributed to all the guards and servants who accompanied to Daha. Queen Pujawati had warned all subordinates to report to her if Suryapaksi asked for a separate room while in Daha.

"Alright, Raden," said the Duke of Aryawisena with a radiant face.

They were involved in a long conversation. Suryapaksi often visited Daha when he was a child and teenager. He wondered why he had not seen Nareswara, Citrawani's younger brother, to his uncle.

The Duke of Aryawisena breathed a heavy sigh.

"Nanda, your sister is not in the palace. He has been traveling to add to his experience since a year ago." That's all it says to the son-in-law.

"A year ago?"Suryapaksi frowned. "With my marriage to Citrawani? I deserve not to see him. Did, hmm, did the Nareswara class not approve of our marriage, Uncle?"

"Eh, regarding that, Uncle didn't take notice, nanda. Because nanda knows for herself how stubborn Nareswara is."

"Uncle didn't send people to look for him?"

"A few times. And always come back empty-handed. But uncle was sure that one day he would definitely come home."

The conversation stopped when the waiters served a meal. The Duke of Daha allowed everyone to unwind and enjoy the treats.

In the inner room, Galuh Citrawani looked at her weakly lying mother. Two servants waited for her mother with a girl about 16 years old.

"Sister Citra!" The sweet girl hugged Citrawani tightly. Citrawani knew she was one of a pair of twin girls, her half-sister. But he didn't know which girl was holding him. He returned the hug while gesturing for Sekar's eyes.

"Master Galuh Wasanti's daughter," said Sekar while saluting.

Galuh Citrawani released a hug, then observed the girl. An egg round face with a pair of sharp dimples when he smiles. Dimples are also owned Citrawani. But this girl has squeaky eyes and thin lips are very sweet.

I will remember his face, Citrawani's determination.

"Sister Wasanti, how are you? A year without meeting, you become taller and more beautiful," Citrawani rubbed the girl's bushy hair on the girl's forehead. Wasanti laughed widely. Since childhood, he liked his older sister the most. Unlike his twin sister who always follows Nareswara play anywhere.

"Sister, I miss you so much. How's your brother's life at the palace?" Wasanti looked back at her brother's face. "Silver brother, right?"

"I'm happy, brother."

Another girl entered the room. When Citrawani turned his head, he almost patted his eel.

Geez, this must be Galuh Mayani. How can I tell the difference? His face is identical !

"Sister Citra, welcome home" the quieter-looking girl saluted her brother.

"Mayani's sister, your face is exactly the same as Wasanti ! How can I tell you apart?" citrawani.

"Sister, why forget my mole !" Mayani pretends to frown. Citrawani observed, there is indeed a small mole between the eyebrows Mayani.

"Ohya, brother forgot.sorry yes," Citrawani smiled. Mayani nodded, then sat at the foot of the bed while massaging the sole of her stepmother's foot.

"Mother is sick at the thought of sister...Isn't she?" Wasanti held the hand of her stepmother affectionately. "Now that you're here, get well soon, Mother !"

Dewi Borawati looked at Citrawani. His lips smiled, but his tears were flowing.

"Mother, what's sick? What did the doctor say?"

"Mother is having a heat stroke, sister. Mother's digestion is disrupted. Everything the mother ate regurgitated. It's been going on for a long time. Crumbs, heals. Crumbs again, heals again. So onward." Wasanti.

Citrawani checked his mother's pulse. He nodded his head. It's a chronic ulcer disease that has been pressing on the heart. This is not a disease that can be considered mild, but also not a case that can not be handled.

"With 3 months of intensive care, the mother's disease will definitely be cured. Brother who will give you herbal recipes and how to care for Mom. Later the sister who directly oversees the care of Mom, right?"

Citrawani deftly perform acupuncture therapy on his mother. Assisted by Sekar in charge of applying herbal disinfectant liquid.

"What's this?" a heavy noise at the door. The duke of Aryawisena was about to enter the room with the healer. The Duke of Daha was restrained by his steps because he gasped at the actions of Citrawani .

"Dad, sister is a great healer" Wasanti told her father.

"Huh? Is that right, Citra?" The Duke of Aryawisena asked in astonishment.

Citrawani did not answer. He was concentrating on thrusting his needles into the meridian meeting points. After all the important points were pierced to open the energy pathway, Citrawani breathed a sigh of relief.

Dewi Borawati felt her breath was lighter . He raised his hand and touched Citrawani's cheek.

"My dear child, how are you? Are you okay at the palace?" tanyanya slowly .

" Mom, Citra is fine, "Citrawani feels great affection flowing through the touch of the mother's hand. The gentle look in a mother's eyes was full of love, making her heart tremble.

This is how it feels to be loved by a mother.

Almost the water melted. All his life in the modern world, he never knew the affection of the mother who had left him for good.

"Picture.don't cry, son..." The weak hand rubbed the pool of tears in the corner of Citrawani's eyes.

Finally, the dam is broken. The modern image is ordinary facing criminals. Commonly face shooting with a gun dealer or drug dealer. But he was not used to being sincerely loved, except by his late grandparents.

For some reason, seeing the shady eyes full of love and protection from the mother of the owner of this body, the flood flooded her eyes.

Citrawani.

Slowly, his cheek was rubbed by his mother's hand. His shoulders were held by his father. The servants and healers stood in their own places.

In front of the door, Raden Suryapaksi was riveted.

He looked stunned at Citrawani's shaken soft shoulder. Clear threads that run along the river on those pale cheeks. The bitten red lips held the sedan. Just this time he saw the nimble and mischievous girl crying.

Raden Jayanti Suryapaksi.

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At night, the residence of the duke of Daha was covered in silence. Only the guards were still awake, wandering around patrolling the entire residence. The cold night air makes everyone prefer to roll with blankets rather than roam outside.

Suryapaksi stole a glance at Citrawani who was installing a barrier on the bed. Pillows were piled up in the middle of a large bed, giving distance to her and her husband.

Still ringing in the memory of the crown prince of Panjalu, clear feathers like pearls that fell scattered on the cheeks Citrawani. Memories that made his heart feel touched by a strange sense of sympathy .

"Are you sure you don't want to sleep in that long chair?" Suryapaksi pointed to the corner of the room.

"This is the servant's bedroom since childhood. When Mr. Raden wants, please, sir who sleeps there," Citrawani snorted.

He sat at the dressing table, washing his face and hands with a basin of warm water studded with flowers. The image gently wiped his face with a silk cloth. It goes to the bed. With cuek take thick blanket folded neatly.

"Hmmm.you slept next to me. Wearing a beautiful silk nightgown. Hm, you want to tease me?" ask Suryapaksi.

"Heloooo..." Citrawani rolled her eyeballs.

"What's that, Heloooo?" Suryapaksi mimicked the accent and the way Citrawani rolled his eyeballs.

Without feeling, Citrawani giggled amused. Suryapaksi's serious and authoritative look is very funny when trying to imitate his style.

"Why are you laughing?"

"You don't deserve to say the word Heloooo..." Citrawani smiled amusedly again.

"Why not worth it?"

"Because ..the words are just a popular greeting among girls. Even if there's a guy who's desperate to say it, maybe he's a badass.."

Raden Suryapaksi frowned. He did not understand why there are so many strange words that often come out of Citrawani's lips.

"alright. You're prettier if you laugh or smile, Citrawani. You better smile more than pout at me. Your ugly looks are more pleasing to the eye, a little ."

"This is an order from his highness the crown prince of Panjalu Raden Jayanti Suryapaksi?" the look of the tengil and badung Citrawani is reattached. Suryapaksi breathes in annoyance.

"Your ugly face is back ."

"Hamba since birth is beautiful !" citrawani cuek. "If Your Majesty has a disorder of eyes and tastes, oah, it is not the fault of the servant !"

"What did you say?"

"It's not the fault of the servant, that, who, your majesty, has, an abnormality!" Citrawani whispered under the drawn blanket covering her head.

Suryapaksi pretended to snort angrily. He secretly smiled.

This girl is funny too.

Suryapaksi laid his body flat. His hands support his head. Occasionally he glanced at Citrawani who was lying next to him, separated by a pillow.

Outside , the night guards rang a kent once, a sign of changing guard time.

Raden Suryapaksi still can not sleep. His mind drifted to childhood when he still often played with Citrawani. When he finally fell asleep and fell asleep, he dreamed he was playing a chase with Citrawani. Who is mature and beautiful.

In their dreams, they run around in a garden full of flowers and butterflies. They laughed and Citra continued to hide among the flowers.

Suddenly, Galuh Sundari appeared, hugging and closing Suryapaksi's eyes from behind. But Sundari's face was not as pretty as usual. There was a terrifying and dark aura that was immediately followed by the rumbling of dark clouds in the sky. The weather changed immediately.

Raden Suryapaksi is restless. His body was bathed in sweat.

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