REASONS FOR FALLING IN LOVE
RFFIL 1
...Hi, readers! this is my first isekai. Setting the place I took from the time of Majapahit kingdom, I deliberately took it because I saw that from the story isekai mostly take the setting of the British/Western kingdom. So, I hope you like it....
...Do not hesitate to give advice or criticism on my writing....
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...STRICTLY PROHIBITED PLAGIARISM OR PRYING THIS STORY!...
...THIS STORY IS ONLY FICTION, IF THERE IS A SIMILARITY IN THE NAME OF THE CHARACTER AND THE PLACE IS JUST A MERE COINCIDENCE....
...EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENS IN THIS STORY IS PURELY BY THE AUTHOR....
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I blinked my eyes adjusting the light coming into my eyes. The first time I saw the sky was a wooden roof without a ceiling. I groaned a little, because my body was crumbling. A sense of dizziness instantly approached me, and a slight tightness in the chest.
I tried to get up, but my body was boneless. Really weak. As if I had done such a heavy thing, then I spread my gaze in all directions in this room. The room with red brick with four pillars contained intricate wood carvings, some furniture from clay, and a jug from brass.
The room I was in right now was completely foreign, even the place I was sitting in right now was like a wooden cot. However, it looks a little fancy. I said a little, 'cause I know a cot like this is very expensive. Teak wood with intricate carvings. Just like the Princess's place. Although this couch is not too wide, but quite luxurious.
First. This is definitely not your room. Second one. This where is it? And why I got here. Wasn't I in my room before? Cost of boarding though not luxurious, but comfortable it.
I haven't finished the shock I've experienced, the wooden door opened and a woman who seemed to be younger than me was wearing a kind of kemben and a dark brown batik pullcloth with hair in a bun carried a kind of pitcher in her hand. I'm guessing he's probably about eighteen or nineteen.
As soon as our eyes looked at each other, he dropped the jug.
Prak!
And automatically the broken jug scattered along with the contents in it.
He was so surprised to see me, as if he had seen a ghost. He ran out and before long he came up with a middle-aged man who was dressed up like a colossal drama I had seen before.
The man walked over to me, then held my wrist to check the pulse. Meanwhile, the woman was standing not far from us looking at me with a worried look on her face.
“Sang Hyang Widhi has shown her power to all of us.”
I look at them. I don't know what the old man said?
“Hamba asked, what is Raden Rara Saraswati feeling right now?” Ask.
My tongue seemed to answer this question of the man before me.
“Raden Rara Saraswati, Ki Ageng's servant. The physician who was called to treat Raden Rara Saraswati, what is Raden Rara Saraswati feeling right now? Is Raden Rara Saraswati's head still sick? Or still feeling tightness?” A series of questions shot out of his mouth.
“Who?”I answered with a hoarse voice.
Ugh, my throat is a little dry and sore.
“Means Raden Rara?” Ask me to flinch at astonishment.
He's not talking to me, is he? Because my name is Indira Anarawati Anindya, not Raden Raden.
“Who did you call Raden Rara Saraswati earlier?” Manya make sure.
The man who introduced his name as Ki Ageng had exchanged glances with the girl beside him, then he cleared his breath.
“It looks like the impact on his head is quite hard, so Raden Rara Saraswati does not recognize herself.” He said talk to the girl.
While the girl immediately looked at me with teary eyes and a look so sad, then fell down.
“I'm sorry servant, your lady who can't take care of you. Slave deserved to be punished.” He said in a voice full of regret accompanied by a sobbing.
Uh, what does this mean? Dan, hold on a second. I just realized, if they use the language of Java Smooth and I can understand and answer all their questions? I know because Princess Eyang often uses this language everyday, when with my mother. I'm not so clever, just understand everything Eyang says.
And now, my mouth is so eloquent in answering every question that was thrown from Ki Ageng's mouth earlier.
What exactly is going on? I'm trying to think, maybe something's missing. However, instead of finding the answer to all my curiosity. I groaned because my head suddenly ached as if it had been pierced by thousands of needles, instantly everything went dark.
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