Jatukarmas
Chapter 3

Full day, cold weather and a little foggy.

Sekar and Gentini had just stepped out of a small pamujan hangar in the princess' palace, when a servant walked over quickly and hit them. A small bamboo basket fell down and the flowers inside were scattered on the grassy ground.

"You !" Hot-tempered. He picked up the fallen basket and gathered back the scattered flowers.

"Sari, why did you hit us?" Gentini was furious at the waiter.

"Those who do not see the way." Cetus Sari indifferently. "Oho, you guys collect flowers huh! It seems like someone is dissatisfied with his life, and wants to change his fate by taking a flower bath on a full night. Who knows there is a mighty warrior commander who falls in love. Hihih."

"Know what you are ! This is a rampe for the princess Galuh Citrawani ! He wanted to purify himself after a train accident. This is a sign of gratitude to the Creator. You're a retarded waitress, you know how to gossip !"

"Huh !" Sari passed by lifting her chin up high. He did not know that a few steps in front of him lit a pasepan at the crossroads of the path.

He who set his eyes up, accidentally broke the pasepan, until he screamed in shock. Then it fell tumbling on the grass while continuing to scream heat and pain. Her feet blistered.

Sekar and Gentini laughed until tears came out.

"Huh, rasain !" cheer Gentini satisfied.

"Lift your chin up high, let it get stuck in the clothesline!" yell out loud.

"Okay, quarrel, watch out for you ya.." threatened Sari while grimacing to endure the pain on her legs. Limping he disappeared around the corner.

"Why is Sari so arrogant to us, huh? His servant, Empress Sundari. He deliberately always antagonizes and seeks because of us."

"Regardless. The master is the honey of our master. So he thinks he has to antagonize us, to defend his employer. Although empress Sundari always pretended to be kind to princess Citra."

"Sst, look out for someone to hear.."

Sekar glanced at some of the ceremonial servants who were passing while holding up the prayer equipment. They smile and greet each other. After the party passed, Sekar nudged Gentini's elbow.

"Gentini, did you see that? The servants of the ceremony were mostly the ones of Empress Sundari. "

"Indeed, ever since Empress Sundari entered the palace, she brought many followers from Jenggala. They all serve him to put in the kitchen, in the ceremonial section, in the medicine warehouse and so on."

"Well, great influence too. Even Raden Suryapaksi was on his knees..."

They entered the courtyard of Galuh Citrawani's residence. Walk directly to the back to prepare the flower bath. And they were astonished, seeing their princess being turned upside down with her head under !

"Jagat Dewa Batara ! Princess putriii ! What's going on?" Hysteris, Sekar and Gentini approach .

A few times before landing back on the ground. Sweats poured all over his body, his smile beaming. The clothes she wore were her own modified gymnastics costume.

"His son really abis yoga morning like this ! My body became fresh, my skin looked even more blushing..." The image is satisfied. There is a sweat on the forehead with a silk handkerchief.

His movements came to a halt when he realized his two servants were in shock. They looked at him with horror.

The image was widened amused when he realized the situation. The two servant girls from ancient times, certainly never saw a royal princess wearing a gymnastic costume, somersaults and salto in the air. Moreover, a Galuh Citrawani who is notoriously gentle and very feminine.

"Dark, Gentini, I'm sorry to shock you...Haha...." Galuh Citrawani could not stop laughing.

Sekar and Gentini could only shake their heads. Ever since waking up from fainting, their princess turned into another altogether. More agile and agile. Often saying strange words. It must be the result of forgetting memories.

Although the lord had changed, the two servants faithfully and steadfastly obeyed and obeyed every command of Galuh Citrawani.

"Sir, these are the fragrant flowers you requested. I'll have the waiter back to get the bath water ready now."

"Hot water not too much, warm nails only. Add a handful of rough kitchen salt. After that just sprinkle flowers on it yeah."

"Okay, princess."

....

"This is called a spa bath, Sekar. You see it jasmine, cempaka, ylang, rose and slices of this fragrant pandanus. This can make the body fresh and the mind relax .."

"Mandi..what?"

"Spa bath, Gentini." The image giggled amusedly. Explaining the various 'cultures' of modern times to the ancient, very entertaining. The image greatly enjoyed the astonished, confused expression of the mixed gawking on their faces. It's a distraction for him among the monotony of a boring old-fashioned lifestyle.

In the air of the transition of twilight to a cold night, it is very enjoyable to soak warm water with flowers. The image of leaning his head on the edge of a small pond, his body wrapped only in a thin scarf felt comfortable lying down. Fragrant warm water filled the pool to the extent of his neck.

The image of small singing while closing the eyes. The old song 'jayagiri' which became his favorite since childhood.. Citra was taught this song by her late grandmother. He was also taught to play some classical instruments, such as the violin, flute and harp.

He, Citra Kartika, is an only child. The only grandson, because his mother was the only daughter of a famous artist. Unfortunately, his mother died in childbirth, so he was taken care of by his grandparents.

Since childhood, Citra did not know her father.

He was so excited to meet his father. Citra was first brought to her father's house, when she was 5 years old. His father had belonged to his new family, a high-class political family.

As an adult, Citra understands the world of politics. Politics is cruel, killing people without bleeding. The one who was killed was his character. In order to protect his father's political career, Citra must be the niece of his own biological father.

That is why Citra chose to enter the police academy, when she graduated high school. He wanted to appear on the front lines, capture criminals bravely, with weapons in hand. He wanted to show the opposite side of himself to his father.

Everything his father had ever proposed, he did the opposite. And he was quite content with himself.

He grew up a rebellious, brave, tough person and has never been defeated in any field. And that was to show his father, that he, the unrecognized daughter, was more reliable than the proud son the father flattered.

....

Raden Suryapaksi entered the palace of the sons, heading for the Citrawani residence. He told his guards to wait at the gate. It definitely went straight back, to the bath garden, where Citrawani was soaking warm water with flowers.

The female security guards were signaled not to announce her arrival. Sekar and Gentini, who were waiting for their master behind a bamboo curtain, were surprised by the arrival of Raddn Suryapaksi. But they were forced to shut their mouths and go away after being told by an eye gesture.

Suryapaksi stepped slowly closer. The image lay in the pool, turning its back towards the entrance. The girl closed her eyes while singing. Suryapaksi furrowed his brows. The girl's voice was melodious, the tone she was singing sounded strange and foreign, but it was pleasant to hear.

"Who are you?" Citrawani suddenly snapped. Without changing his position, he opened his eyes and turned his head. The girl was surprised to see a man. That person confidently folded his hands on his chest, standing a few steps there while looking at him.

Citrawani jumped like flying from a pond, grabbed a cloth stacked next to the bath and then covered it in his body. All that he did in a matter of seconds.

"Dark, Gentini !" shouts Image. But the two servants did not come. The image gritted its teeth, furious. I don't know what this man did to his two servants.

"Who are you?" repeating it to the stranger who was still staring at him, this time the man's gaze changed . The look of the person in shock, like the view of his servants. But only for a moment. Moments later, the man's eyes returned cold and skeptical.

"Oh, you don't recognize me? So true to people's words, you're having forgotten memories?"

"Huh, why do I know you? You pervert, intruder ! Dare to enter the daughter's bath and peek at the crown prince's wife in the shower ! How dare you !"

"Why don't I dare?"

"You're looking to die!"

"Who dares to punish me?"

"Are you king? No one dares to punish you, you say? Then let me punish you !" Angrily, Citra grabbed a silver tray by the side of the pool and threw it. The thing rippled and pointed at the man with an accurate secret weapon throwing technique.

Suryapaksi welcomed the 'weapons' throw with one hand. The tray then he slammed to a dent on the stone floor.

"Citrawani, how dare you attack me!"

"You committed a grave offense ! Raden Suryapaksi will not forgive you !"

"Oh, do you remember what Raden Suryapaksi was called?"

The man looked like he was mocking him. Hot citrawani. Wants himself to agree. But he can't lie. Irritated, he snorted.

"Huh ! It has something to do with you!?"

"Of course there is. Because I'm Jayanti Suryapaksi!"

"What?"

Citrawani. Jaw's open. Half in disbelief, he looked at the man in front of him fixedly.

"You.kamu..Raden Suryapaksi?"

And Citrawani just realized, the clothes this man wore were luxurious, other than ordinary people. So this is Raden Suryapaksi, the king's son who became her husband? Citrawani unconsciously observed the man from head to toe with curiosity.

"Hows it? You realize who I am? I'm Raden Jayanti Suryapaksi, your husband, Galuh Citrawani Diah Paramhita!"

"Aa..iya.a I didn't know that you were.su I mean, Raden Suryapaksi..." Citrawani nervous. He secretly cursed himself. Why be nervous? Was it because she realized that she had released her hand to attack her own husband? Or because the gaze of the man's eyes as sharp as an American eagle feels like it pierces the bone ?

"I'm sorry servant, I really can't recognize Raden's older brother, because I have amnesia, I forget memory."

Citrawani covers both his hands and worships. He eloquently immediately changed his straightforward and rude style of speech to be respectful.

Suryapaksi.

"Hm, so you don't remember all your past at all? Also our childhood memories?"

"Not remembering at all. But the servant was grateful. Because by forgetting the past, I avoid disappointment. Listen, someone reportedly also forgets the soul mate of the past, but did not experience a bump in the head." Citrawani.

"Hm, I just found out that forgetting memories can also make someone smarter with a tongue, "Suryapaksi replied insinuatingly.

"Well, that's how I am. Even more than that. I will not be surprised to see so many changes, because you yourself have changed so much. You may have to learn to face yourself before criticizing others."

"Smart!" dengus Raden Suryapaksi's. "If I don't see and hear myself, I won't believe these words of yours, Citrawani."

Citrawani smiled.

"Ampuni servant, brother. But the world has taught many things to slaves. A bad joker comes from a good person who is hurt. I am thankful I haven't been a bad person."

"You feel hurt, Citra? You think I hurt you?"

"Hamba doesn't remember anymore, brother. All that I know now comes from the narration of others, especially the servant."

"And what do they say about me, Citrawani?" Raden Suryapaksi approached slowly, looking at Citrawani, intimidating.

Citrawani held onto the cloth that enveloped her body tightly and reflexively stepped back. Suryapaksi did not stop his steps. He hides Citrawani which is cornered between his body and the dividing wall of the bath garden.

"Did they tell me about my first marriage that had not produced any offspring? And ask you to make a baby with me immediately? Is that why you take a flower bath at this time of the day?"

"What the hell? Keep away a little, Sakanda Suryapaksi !" Citrawani pushed on the man's chest with a slight hesitation. But the chest muscles are thick and sturdy like the muscles of a bodybuilder.

"Isn't this what you want, Citrawani? You want to present a grandson to your father? If that's what you want, I'll give it to you ! I'll satisfy you, as long as you don't find trouble with Sundari's dinda."

"Hummh, brother complained to you that fast?" Citrawani smiled, a deliberately harassing look she did not hide from her eyes. "Everything else you say, brother? Didn't he ask you to leave the servant as soon as possible?"

"Don't say anything bad about Sundari like that, Citrawani ! He's not as low as you think. Are you deliberately acting like this, to attract my attention? "

"Interested your attention? What do you do, sister? Do you think all the women in the world are eager to get your attention?"

Suryapaksi stared intently at Citrawani, whom the girl responded with more sharp and bold.

"Are you not? Who used to beg me not to break the engagement rope? I know you don't want to give up the status of the crown prince's wife ! I know, all you want is to give birth to the successor of this kingdom! " Suryapaksi's arms stretched out, about to grab Citrawani roughly.

But the girl was faster, brushed off Suryapaksi's hand, then slipped like an eel in the gap created between her and the man. With her high ability, within seconds Citrawani had distanced herself from her husband.

"I'm sorry I had to disappoint my brother, but what I said didn't match my heart. Sorry, I said goodbye first," without waiting for an answer, Citrawani darted away from the bath garden.

Outside the garden, he nimbly jumped from one branch of the tree to the next branch, until he reached in front of his room. Citrawani sneaked in unnoticed by some servants who were still on the move in his residence.