Jatukarmas
Chapter 27
From that day on, Raden Suryapaksi lived a peaceful life in the company of his uncle.
Begawan Wistara taught her many things. The ultimate lesson about the secrets of life.
The crown prince, who used to live a luxurious life, now chooses to live a simple life.
Eating just from the garden and river around Padukuhan. Living like a commoner, each morning went to the garden and worked the fields with the other disciples.
It was not until the afternoon that he went home with the other disciples, bringing the produce of the garden to cook. Such as yam, waluh, tree ketella, vegetables, fruits and some kitchen spices .
Sometimes some students catch fish in the river to cook it into a side dish.
Sometimes there is a time when they catch some wild chickens to roast behind the oven in the afternoon.
Raden Suryapaksi did not forbid the disciples to call him Raden. But for everyday life he mingles with them. He refused to be privileged.
Corner the fields, water the gardens, weed the grass together they do .
Likewise cooking food and preparing prayers, they always do together.
There is no difference between wrestling and kawula.
Her once pure white skin tends to be pale, now brownish and shiny healthy. The muscles of his arms and stomach are increasingly formed with the hard work done every day.
But his heart was calm and peaceful.
Although sometimes he still likes to be alone at night, looking at the moon that glows dimly behind the forest tree grove.
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Kartika image smile . He had just slipped out of the palace gate. His steps lightly settled on the city's forbidden barrier, while watching the cursed guards at the city gate.
Throwing a high-dose anesthetic bomb at the soldiers. The bomb exploded on the ground, startling the guards. Not having time to do anything, smoke has entered their breathing.
Not waiting for long, the soldiers collapsed.
Citra Kartika jumped down. He took a quick glance at the gate guard soldiers who numbered no less than twenty people.
The girl patted the heavy bundle that she was pelting. It would be nice if he got a horse to reduce his weight.
So with excitement, Citra Kartika approached the horses of the soldiers who were still moored at the guard post.
One of the best horses is black. Quickly, Citra climbed onto the horse's back, then spurred it away.
"Goodbye to Jenggala... Hahaha." he said with a small laugh.
In vain he collected the ingredients of an anesthetic bomb for months patiently.
The herbal ingredients he obtained from the palace garden and from the city forest, a place allowed by Bagus Saksena to visit. Because those places were awoken by many shadow guards.
As for the materials he was difficult to obtain, he asked from Bagus Saksena, from Ragaparna, even from the Prime Minister and the King himself !
They would never have thought that the medicinal and beauty ingredients turned out to be the raw materials of an anesthetic bomb maker .
Two weeks ago, Bagus Saksena came to the princess' palace. The crown prince said goodbye to visit his sister to Panjalu.
"Well, I have not poisoned you.." continued Citra Kartika laughing.
" Abjectly ! If I die, who else wants to marry you?"
"Oh, amit-amit ! I'd rather be single for life than marry yey .." Citra Kartika grumbled.
"Speaking what, Pretty Girl? I don't understand," Nice fingers Saksena lightly poked the chin of Citra Kartika, which the girl replied with a thump in the arm.
"One more time the Prince is presumptuous, I will really make poison for you !" threatening Citra Kartika.
Good Saksena just raised her eyebrows.
"Then I must drink the antidote every day, lest this fierce future wife of mine succeed in poisoning me !"
"Who's your future wife!" Citra Kartika sneered.
"Why do you suddenly want to go to Panjalu? Has your pregnant sister given birth?" ask Citra Kartika seriously .
"so. The journey is quite far, maybe next week we just arrived at the border of Panjalu. "
"Didn't you promise after your sister gives birth to the successor to the Panjalu throne, then I'm free to leave?" tudut Citra Kartika's.
"Yes." Yeah."
"Then why don't you let me go now?"
"Because the child was born dead. " What a flat voice Nice Saksena.
"Oh God... May the innocent baby return to You perfectly." he murmured a prayer while bowing.
A few moments later, the girl raised her head. He looked at Bagus Saksena who had been watching him since.
"Keep ..what are your plans for me?" the Citra Kartika
"You don't want to, you still have to stay here, Citra ! Until my sister has a second child."
"Hmm... and after that have to wait until the child is big, appointed crown prince, then appointed as king? " said Citra sarcastically.
"You think I'm the princess of immortality, who will always be young and long-lived, can you hold here hundreds of years?"
"If you don't want to grow old here, marry me ! " good said Saksena.
"Huh! Talk to the wall !"
The image of Kartika turned her body and left from the face of Bagus Saksena who was just smiling.
Finally the Jenggala group in large numbers moved towards Panjalu.
While Citra Kartika quickly completed the anesthetic bomb that has long been formulated.
This was the good opportunity he had been waiting for, when Bagus Saksena along with some of his formidable shadow bodyguards left the palace.
By using men's clothing and makeup and hair. The image of Kartika, who was an undercover member while a policeman, is now transformed into a handsome young man.
Today he was able to gain freedom, get out of the luxurious and magnificent 'prison', relying on his dope bombs and high martial arts skills.
Like a bird free from a golden cage, Citra Kartika thumped her riding horses cheerfully. Climbing hills, passing through hamlets by hamlets, crossing rivers and valleys .
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One afternoon, on the outskirts of a small town on the Panjalu border. A young man clapping entered the restaurant that looked clean and spacious.
"Please sit down, young master ! What food do you want to order?" a young and beautiful servant approached.
"I want to eat hot and fruiting and spicy savory" said the young man.
He sat on a bench that looked aloof in the back corner.
"Oh, we have spicy fish sauce, there is also spicy chicken soup, spicy chicken mangut, vegetable duck mixed with spicy ares..."
"I order spicy chicken mangut, vegetable duck ares, rice one only... Drink it I ask sweet water..."
The waiter conveyed the young guest's order to the back.
The young man opened his caping and placed it beside the table. There was the sound of gasping sound restrained from the girls who accidentally saw the good looks of the young man.
That face was handsome, his skin was pure white. Her eyes were soft, causing a sense of amazement in the hearts of the girls.
A clean shaved beard and mustache left a bluish tint over the young man's lips and chin. Adding to the masculinity of his face.
A girl and three young men sitting at the front had been watching the young man since.
The girl with a flirtatious pretty face repeatedly glanced at the young man while biting her lower lip. When the young man accidentally set his eyes on her, the girl smiled sweetly and winked.
The three young men who were with him were upset. The girl was their sister. Along the way, their sister behaved indifferently to the three of them who were vying to spoil her.
Once he saw the handsome young man in the diner, the college sister immediately acted flirtatious and seductive.
"Kania, don't smile at just anyone. Later people can misunderstand you," his third brother named Kalisang reprimanded.
"I just admire him, brother. He's so handsome .." Kania smiled at Kalisang.
"Don't think of a handsome young man just, Kania. The task given to us by the teacher has not been completed, " said the first brother, Pandika.
His second brother, Darun, who was at his coldest nature only listened while occasionally snorting.
The four of them continued talking while eating a drink.
At first their conversation did not interest the handsome young man sitting behind it.
But when accidentally the flirtatious girl said the name Prajala, instantly handsome young man who was none other than Citra Kartika put his sharp ears, listening to the talk of the four brothers.
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