TIKZ [Moving To The Golden Age]
068 - BEST PAINTING

By Bale' Ndamel Idaline was only tasked with tidying up important files and occasionally giving drinks to Hayan who was busy discussing with Huna and the ministers who were in and out giving reports because Djahan was sent outside to monitor the pointsthe crowded point of the people's feast is much larger than the people's feast in previous years.

"There is no need to send her all the way," Idaline reprimanded as they lived together. He only found out when the ministers questioned the existence of Djahan.

"My grace.." call Hayan softly. "What do you think of Galuh?" tanya Hayan switched the conversation.

"Galuh's kingdom.." Idaline's parrots still tidying up the files in the closet. "Because the only great kingdom that still survives, we can't if we attack."

The Kingdom of Sunda Galuh was originally one region then the son of a concubine who was the king's younger brother from different mothers staged a rebellion. King Sunda Galuh is considered weak by many parties and the elders who became the place of mediation both eventually split the kingdom into two, namely the Kingdom of Sunda and the Kingdom of Galuh.

The two regions were divided equally then in recent years the Galuh Kingdom attacked the Sunda Kingdom and the Sunda Kingdom became smaller. The elders who saw the official descendants of the Sunda Galuh Kingdom getting weaker and fainter could only let the two of them fight each other fairly.

"Why attack? We've been best friends since King Jayanagara and they supported Queen Tribhuwana on his accession to the throne." Hayan asked for Idaline's opinion.

"Uniting the Islands means asking other kingdoms to surrender. If not, the result is war. As a larger kingdom, we must attack first" replied Idaline. "The easiest thing is to get married" he added.

"It's like you're not aware of your own words." Hayan said furiously.

"Maharaja, I'm very conscious. It's an advantage. We do not lose and they make a lot of profit, certainly will not refuse" said Idaline closed the closet and sealed it.

"My honor.."

"Maharaja has no queen yet, the one who will be mentioned as the legitimate wife of the Maharaja." Idaline pressed her palm against Hayan's palm and then closed her eyes.

"My heart wants to live quietly but put others inside?"

Idaline smiled as she closed her eyes, transferring key energy that could open the closet containing the important file.

"I don't understand." Hayan held back his teeth. Idaline just wants to get away from him!

"So don't you like being in touch with me?" inner Hayan screamed.

Idaline opened her eyes. "Look at the portrait first" Idaline said, staring into Hayan's eyes.

"It seems very stuffy to be in the palace. How Maharaniku? Do you want to get out?"

"By pleasure." Idaline smiled widely, it had been more than two months she had not inhaled any outside air.

Hayan took out a disguise, they changed inside Bale' Ndamel and left using a secret door. Huna stood firmly in front of the closed door, guarding the empty Bale' Ndamel.

Idaline inhales deeply the aroma of fresh vegetables. Dances and other arts continue to be seen along the way. Not to forget the number of food and antique dealers add to the festive atmosphere of the people's party after they harvest a lot of produce.

"The street food is delicious!" Idaline exclaimed happily. He bought every portion of food that was worth consuming. Not meat or meat.

"When you're rich," the merchant murmured at the money fitting in his hand.

"Trading honestly brings blessings!" idaline's advice passed away and approached every food stall.

Hayan, who continued to forbid this and was left far behind, was squeezed by passers-by. His wife really knows how to escape. If he did not tie it tight, the woman would have run without a trace. Like now!

"Aren't you going to get caught selling portraits of princesses like this?"

Hayan who heard the remark stopped his steps and gazed towards the source of the sound. A crowd surrounded a merchant who was selling only one type of thing.

Very contrasted with the multifaceted sellers opposite him who are quiet enthusiasts. Usually antique sellers are traders who are always flooded with buyers. But it seemed that the young men were more than happy to collect portraits of beautiful women.

"Everything is just one. All painted by Bangkara the magic hand. I'm selling here because I see brave young masters walking around enjoying a party" said the merchant.

"Starting from a piece of gold!" open the merchant.

"If you want to sell to nobility, there is no need to go down the street like this, just interrupt," muttered the man, the envious and sirik commoner.

"Tragging the nobleman is very harsh his punishment loh," said one of the young masters folding his hands on the chest.

"I'll show you one. The prettiest princess of the century, the prettiest princess on the island." The merchant said excessively while opening a scroll on his desk. "Official Image Princess!"

"Loh, you mean our royal princess isn't the prettiest?" ask the same person.

"It is a goddess. He and the Raden Ajeng are goddesses, "praise the merchant to remove the sweat from his forehead. Where could he possibly sell portraits of the tallest women of Bhumi Maja!

"Dude, are you crazy? Merchants would not have possibly dared to sell a portrait of a princess. All of them were regional nobles or the daughters of neighboring kingdoms. As long as it is not reported and there is no evidence, other kingdoms cannot be arbitrary with our people."

"If they open their mouths, we who stand here will be affected. Haha." They laugh out loud. His voice was very sickening to those who had an adab education.

"Is this real?" tanya Hayan was already at the forefront.

The merchant snapped his finger in front of Hayan. "Good question!" his praise. He raised his hand high showing off his best painting.

"These intelligent young gentlemen must have known. I'll explain to the others." The merchant's eyes swept across the entire fan in his lap. He cried out in excitement in his heart to find that all of them were young masters.

"If Mr. Bangkara uses a special paper, which he once saw, we can all know the difference! Different from other great artists. Mr. Bangkara dubbed the magic hand is not nonsense, he can paint very similar, it feels like we see directly. About how I got it.." The merchant leaned over and put his hand to the right side of his mouth.

People put their ears on listening carefully.

"Ra-ha-sia." The merchant said by suppressing each fragment of the word and then re-enforcing his body. "Come who wants to buy. Please start with a piece of gold." Merchants roll up Official paintings.

"I'm sorry sir, the best the last. We start from another part." The merchant stuffed the Official painting into the pouch behind him.

Meanwhile, in Idaline's right and left hands full of food, her eyes swept to all directions looking for Hayan's whereabouts and she found the man seriously staring at a scroll behind the painting merchant.

"I opened it for you. Yasa Jumiati!" Someone who had already bought the painting opened it in public.

"Wow bro, that's fine. I heard her father is on the rise too. The burden of a family like you might come in handy. Haha."

"But I heard some terrible rumors."

Idaline looked back at Hayan who was still focusing on the scroll behind the merchant. Idaline turned to shady places looking for a seat. He decided to sit near the banyan tree and listen to the shavings of seronen.

"What'sthis? Why are the knights here? You guys want to buy portraits too?"

"Capture all those who insult the daughters of Bhumi Maja" Hayan ordered.

"How dare you!" the frozen protests of young masters.

"Where is the Maharani?"

"He's there." The knight pointed using both of his thumbs.

"It's over?" idaline asked Hayan who was sitting next to her.

"Since when has my Emperor been so reckless?" Hayan handed the scroll to Idaline.

The woman raised her eyebrows but still unrolled. For a while he was silent because it was like he was looking in a clear mirror. "This face is beautiful" he commented.

"The people painted it." Hayan grabbed one of the foods lying in front of Idaline.

"Oh him. Ever been invited by the Queen Mother. Princess Janapada? People will think I'm the village chief's bastard son." Idaline reads the writing at the bottom left end of the paper.

"I'll punish you" said Hayan enjoying a snack.

Idaline rolled it up and burned the painting to ashes. He moved his head listening to the ever-changing tones.

"My grace, you will always be the only one in my heart." Hayan stared fixedly at Idaline's face.

The artists sitting near them became stiff hearing their conversation in the middle of the song. Others may not be aware, but they can separate the tone of a song and the speech of a person inside their ears. Their song groans humbled, they peeked at Hayan and Idaline bribing each other elegantly.

Idaline shifted her eyes. It glared perfectly looking at the puncture marks and the useful leaves as the plate had been empty. "When I only buy one serving," complained Idaline only realized her food was left one feed.

"I bought all of them." Hayan gives a final bribe to Idaline.

Idaline chuckles. He turned his gaze towards the artist who started to dry his mouth. "We should go back," he asked. They may lose their voice if they continue to play the tone.

"As you wish, my Empress." Hayan helped Idaline stand up and left.

Knights appeared to take their food marks and seats and the artists were given one bag of gold.

"I thought I'd die if I stopped the ironing for a second" whispered the artist to clear their stall.

"Why doesn't the Emperor want to meet?" todong someone in front of Bale' Ndamel.

"Please understand, Mr. Mahapatih," said Huna, standing all day at the door.

Everyone he could drive out easily, but mahapatih was not his opponent. Over and over again Huna prayed in his heart hoping that his two masters had come home and did not make him face to face with omnipathy again.

The dabahan breathed a rough breath. The queen had never hidden anything before her but the queen's son, the present emperor, kept many secrets that were hard to read. In the corner of his heart Djahan felt proud because later there was no need to worry if Hayan was left alone.

The man was very sturdy standing on his own feet.

"alright. Tell me I've checked everything and want to give you a report."

"Come in, Mahapatih!" Hayan exclaimed with a slight stupor. He and Idaline had just arrived and found a guest he could not refuse.

Despite the feud about Idaline, Djahan has always been professional in doing his job. If the man knew himself to come out unaccompanied by a convoy of bodyguards, Djahan would be furious. Especially bringing Idaline.

Djahan quickly turned his eyes to see Idaline curling her hair. The woman wears a scarf to cover her shoulders and back. Djahan's jaw hardened looking at the sweaty sweat on Idaline's forehead.

He seems to be able to conclude the activities that a pair of men and women can do so that they cannot be disturbed.

"What's up, mahapatih?" tegur Hayan stood covering his wife's body.

Idaline moves stiffly and passes out. It felt like he had committed a great sin. They only measure the road!

"I want to report the task you gave me" said Djahan, taking his eyes off the Idaline that had disappeared on a stretcher.

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© Al-Fa4 | 13 October 2021

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