TIKZ [Moving To The Golden Age]
051 - HINGINGING

"So you already know?" Netarja thought she, Indudevi, and Sudewi were the first to be invited by Idaline to her wedding with mahapatih, apparently her brother had already been invited first.

Hayan smiled wryly at the thought of Djahan who spoke firmly and Idaline who timidly invited him to their wedding. "I'm the first guest."

"Have set a date and everything else that means it's been a long time, right?" Netarja looked at the annoyed Hayan who silently confirmed. "Then what about the sumping? Carved wijayakusuma flowers, people must be talking about it," cecar Netarja who is still walking after Hayan.

Hayan stopped his steps. "Netarja Wijaya Sri Rajasaduhiteswari Bhre Pejeng."

"Hamba is ready to take orders." Netarja rested as soon as the Maharaja called him formally.

Hayan stared at Netarja's hair which was twined and decorated with jewels and gold. "Gather with the women. There is a lot of useful information" Hayan said. "Not to worry. Everything in this bhumi is mine." Hayan turned his head to stare at the road leading to the room instead.

"There's no way I can force Mr Mahapatih, right?" worried Netarja remembered her uncle's story.

"Our grandmother was the daughter of the last king of Singo's kingdom, our grandfather the founder of this kingdom, and our mother was the queen who together with our father was able to expand the royal domain. Go do what you should."

"Hamba understands." Netarja clenched her hands. "Kakanda," he called out as he stood up. "Although I support you both. Don't hurt ayunda. I love you guys!"

"Take it easy" said Hayan from a distance.

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"Your highness, this is Gotho Pandya, servant disciple. An intelligent child who doesn't want to hang out with others" Pamget pointed with her hands at a blue-tipped child leaning against a tree, bending her hands behind her head. The boy raised a little of his eyelids lazily.

"Who else did you bring? No need to bother thinking of a servant friend like me." Gotho looked down at Idaline. "Hey lady! Don't want to be lured in by money, "his dog closed his eyes again.

"If you are a servant, you should bow down before His Majesty Raden Ajeng."

Gotho tiptoed up his body and rested in front of Idaline. "Pardon me for not realizing the great majesty." Gotho is very smart. He knew the only Raden Ajeng who had not been inducted was a different person.

"Teacher chief, I have a lot more to do" Idaline said, ignoring Gotho's irreverence.

"Oh yes, I want to beg you to accompany Gotho this day. In exchange I will fulfill your one wish."

"Because he's a smart kid." Idaline is tempted by a promise that comes from Pamget's mouth. He stared at Gotho, who was still several meters away from them. "Follow me."

"Okay, Your Majesty."

"His Highness Raden Ajeng Paramudita entered the room."

"We salute His Majesty Raden Ajeng. May Your Majesty always be given welfare" said the women who were making snacks and dishes for the men and some were weaving scarves.

"Wakeup. Continue your work." Idaline took a seat in the corner of the room, precisely near the cooked dish. Gotho stood with worry, he had already offended Raden Ajeng and his teacher must have asked Idaline for some things.

"You?" tawar Idaline opens a pack of pudak, a food made from rice flour, java sugar, and coconut milk that is put in a package in the form of banana leaf midribs.

"Thank you, your honor." Gotho receives food from Idaline.

"We go somewhere else" Idaline asks bad if others work while she is not working, but she does not want to work. So it's better not to look at and see people who work.

Gotho followed behind Idaline obediently.

"Because it's still a long time.." Idaline shakes up their purpose. If you wait in the place of the palace, his eyes will hurt. If he wanders around, he'll meet the gossip mongers. Meeting new bhre-bhre must be difficult.

"..we go to my house" Idaline broke up. "You go somewhere else" Idaline ordered the ladies and gentlemen who followed.

"Okay, Your Majesty," replied the ladies.

Gotho knitted his fingers and stood uncomfortably, with his head bowed he peered at Idaline who was still busy eating her snacks while doodling the paper. "If Your Majesty wants to interrogate the servant please begin," he said, leaving Idaline astonished.

"Integration?" Idaline frowned thinking. "Haha," the laughter of Idaline shut her mouth understood what the boy was worried about being stye and tanned due to lack of care. "Geez there's no such thing. Come eat cake together."

"Well, how brave,"

"You dare to ask,"

"Pardon me." Gotho prostrates at the feet of Idaline. He made two mistakes.

"If you want to be forgiven, sit down and carefully finish the cake on the plate." Idaline pointed at the plate that was in front of her. "Don't make a sound" he added.

"Okay, Your Majesty." Gotho slowly spends the cake he likes or dislikes.

Idaline propped up her chin, occasionally rubbing her wrinkled forehead and scrambling her hair furiously. "I thought I couldn't" lamented Idaline. He squeezed the paper in his hand and threw it on the floor. "Yyyyyy." Idaline took a deep breath. A moment later, the views of Idaline and Gotho meet.

"I'm sorry servant." Gotho hurriedly lowered his gaze. The messy face of Idaline looks sexy in Gotho's eyes. Gotho shook his head eliminating the profanity his brain was thinking about. "Three times I made a mistake. It wasn't like this before...!"

"Say you're smart, can you draw?"

"Hamba is afraid of disappointment" Gotho replied as he squeaked.

"It's okay. Draw it." Idaline handed over the paper and the brush. "It is like this and this. Here the long rope then here is rather round, spliced with a skirt. That skirt is like a budding cantilever." Idaline moves her hand making a pattern, Gotho looks at it carefully and then starts drawing.

"Please, Your Honor," said Gotho, who finished drawing according to the direction of Idaline.

"Your picture is very good and clear" praised Idaline. A red hue drained from his face. "Let's make another shape."

Withstanding her embarrassment, Idaline described the shape she wanted and Gotho drew it appropriately.

"Your Majesty, time has passed" said Gotho, noticing the dim sunlight. He finished drawing some shapes.

"real said. Well Gotho, you can sell that design to a tailor. Tell him it's to strengthen the husband and wife relationship. The name of this outfit is lingerie." Idaline knocked twice on the table, and two of her room ladies rushed in. "Give this to the tailor's head. Just give it and remember, no one else is watching."

"Okay, Your Majesty."

"Okay, Your Majesty." Gotho stared at Idaline's back. "Now this time someone hasn't asked." Gotho smiled sincerely. "If I told him what he would give a sincere feeling or just a formality like the others?" ask in the heart.

"Your highness.." call Gotho in a slightly spoiled tone.

"Yes?" idaline Sahut.

"Can I see His Majesty?"

"Maybe not anytime soon. You can ask your teacher."

"Thank you." Gotho lowered his head. "He also made no uncertain promises. It's comfortable." A moment later, Gotho felt a touch on his head.

"It's fun today, huh?" Idaline smiled widely and walked cheerfully until she reached the field.

"Yeah." Yeah." Gotho held his head, his surprised expression turning into a wide smile. "Hamba was also very happy."

"How's it?"

"He's not like the guy you sent before. Very sensitive, not asking about the wound on my hand." replied Gotho looking at Idaline who was sitting far ahead.

"You are so weird. People love to be noticed, you avoid it" Pamget wondered.

"I've said it a hundred times, I don't like to be underestimated."

"Working doesn't mean underestimating you."

Gotho silently thought about his teacher's words. He is not unable to distinguish worry and underestimate, but the worry of others is very uncomfortable, different if Raden Ajeng who looks at him is worried.

Gotho had imagined it. If he told the story and Idaline gave the same reaction, it felt like his heart judged him with different values. "I don't accept false feelings" he concluded.

After the coronation party was over, Gotho was shocked that the children carrying it were punished by having their hands tied to a tree with their bodies hanging.

Your painting gift.

"Those are for my training. But thank you." Gotho folded the paper and put it in between his stuttering.

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"Don't keep your face bent." Djahan rubbed Idaline's forehead. "Say. I'd be worried about splitting up like this."

"I want to give an invitation to a friend in the village, but he's not there."

"Have you left it to his family?" tanya Djahan gently rubbed Idaline's head.

"It has. But it's still not calm." Idaline removed her hand link on the table and then she grabbed Djahan's arm and stuck her head to her future husband's shoulder.

"Maybe there is something to take care of, later when he is finished he will come," said Djahan calming.

"True, a lot of things to take care of. Hopefully it's over soon." Idaline held Djahan's hand away from her hair and put it back into her horse-painted hair. "What is the head of the family's position? When I meet I'll stick his head up," he said. Idaline closed her eyes feeling the swipe of Djahan coming down to her face. His body felt creepy but his heart felt comfortable.

"It's time for the pingitan. Take care of yourself." Djahan pulled his hand from Idaline's face. He did not understand why people bond with their loved ones, but now he does not want to be separated from Idaline.

"Yes." Yeah." Idaline nodded with excitement. Things done with special will give a deep impression rather than hurry let alone hand it over for free.

Djahan was about to kiss Idaline's forehead but he broke his intention. The outgoing spit was filled with a feeling of pride that had pressed him for the sake of his loved ones.

"Bi, take care of Raden Ajeng" said Djahan saw Bejo at the door carrying warm water.

"Good, sir."

Idaline let out a long sigh as the pingitan began. There are many rules that are very burdensome to him.

"Wedding don't complain anymore."

Idaline cleansed her face with the water Bejo had brought. "I really don't eat anything but rice and water?" his weakness.

"Because you take the fastest time. Two months can still eat fruit. It's only a month away,"

"What can I do inside the residence for a month?" if there is hp, connect Idaline in the heart.

"We'll do the treatment for you,"

"Then I have to exercise,"

"Can't get out of the house. You've been given the leeway of not staying in the room,"

Idaline. How can he live in a house with statues of humans who are difficult to talk to, let alone do other things?

But Idaline was wrong. A full month he did the treatment from morning to evening. And in the evening the jams will slide out of Bejo's mouth as well as the ladies-in-waiting who have secretly learned how to be a good wife.

They didn't even hesitate to draw embarrassing paintings on the one-meter-long paper.

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