TIKZ 2 [Throwing Into the Golden Age]
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TIKZ 3 [Meeting to You]

029 - CROWN PRINCESS

"Come," Udelia asked.

Raga Udelia and Djahan were very strong to keep breaking into the cave, while the Djahan guards raised their hands while on the lips of the cave.

The air inside the cave was too cold.

Djahan does not care about modern humans. He pulled Udelia to walk down the cave.

They reached their lowest point in the cave after dozens of steps, a figure of a man sitting ascetic with his eyes closed in it.

"He's a hermit?" asked Udelia whispering.

Djahan. His gaze could not be separated from the body sitting cross-legged on the rock. He felt a very strong aura.

If only he could still use his supernatural power, he would absorb the blessings of the Great Sage.

Despite the dispute about Udelia, Djahan still respect the Grand Sage. Because after all, the Great Sage is the highest ascetic. Strong and insightful.

His power can be channeled to others and others can take away the power of the scattered Great Sage.

They call it a blessing.

A shrill voice airs in the cave chamber.

The djahan widened his eyes. Far in front of him, Udelia's hand was raised in the air, after hitting the Great Hermit's face.

Very loudly.

The woman doubted the behavior of her cousin who just sat quietly on the rock. Thinking he was joking with her.

Not enough once. Once again Udelia hit Fusena in the face. Slap her, twice slap.

The man held his breath looking at him.

Udelia .. too cruel.

He is a great ascetic! The most honorable man in the history of Bhumi Maja.

Udelia folded her hands on her chest. Scanning his work flushed on Fusena's cheek.

His cousin stayed in his place.

Sit cross-legged while closing your eyes. His breath was rarely seen. Like a statue on a rock.

"He really is a ascetic?" udelia asked the wind.

"Right," Djahan replied while nodding, though Udelia did not see him.

"Oh. Deserve not to move," said Udelia lightly.

"You are .. He is the Great Sage."

Udelia showed her teeth. Then crouch. Look at the face of Fusena, whose eyes are closed tightly.

"You're not a ascetic?" ask Udelia.

"Later, baby. If my body is healed."

"Oh yeah. Your body how is it? It's improving?"

"Just calm down."

Udelia did not continue her question. Djahan seemed reluctant to discuss the problem.

The bridge is not focused on Udelia. He continued to watch over the Great Sage. I hope he has that power again.

Losing strength made him insecure. It was hard for him to do what he used to do. Moreover, as his strength disappeared, his body became weak.

They are sick and have to rely on medication.

The first day he came into the world, his body was immediately placed on a gurney, stabbed all over his body, paired with long objects with a pungent aroma around him.

Rebellious many times. He was silent when his body got better.

Now, he had to continue consuming round objects to survive.

Bitter round thing.

"Udelia, in front of the Great Hermit who is doing the holy edict, I want to propose to you. Be part of my life. Couple with me. Continuing the descendants of Mada, which had been cut off, seven centuries. I swear I'll make you my only wife."

Dribble. The legendary Mahapatih Bhumi Maja, who fears nothing. Now afraid to die in the midst of loneliness without a companion of his heart.

Seeing for himself Udelia had difficulty surviving in her dimension, it was not impossible that she could not bear to live in Udelia's dimension.

"My daughter, Maya Lopika Wijaya, Bhre Kabalan, will continue my position as Crown Princess with the title Kusumawardhani. If anyone object please raise your hand."

The voice of objection echoed within the brains of many ministers. They are men who do not believe in leadership over a woman, others do not believe in the ability of the Princess even though they do not reject the female leader.

Because their Princess was never seen joining the court and the government.

It must have been the meek and prone-looking Princess like that flower, not understanding what power is.

But their mouths were held. It is impossible to complain about the ruling Emperor's decision.

Or they'll be gone in the middle of the night.

With no voice to resist, the Maharaja raised his hand, telling the Bhre Kabalan to approach. Climb closer to the throne of the Maharaja.

Maya receives the flower of the wijaya kusuma from the hand of the Great Hermit. Receive calmly, even though in the corner of the heart feels something is lacking.

His mother, who said it only took a moment to get back to his side.

Real dozen years, does not appear the trunk of his nose.

Hayan noticed the clouded face of his daughter. He rubbed his daughter's head before putting on makuta wedok, his mother's makuta.

Maya smiled thinly. Saying good to his worried father.

Maya then received many gifts. From his father, his father's concubines, and the ministers who had given him many gifts.

Wedding gift.

Her marriage took place a week ago, before the coronation of her crown princess.

The marriage was delayed twelve years, hoping for the presence of the mother who had promised her arrival, as soon as possible.

Thirteen years old was supposed to be the time of her marriage. As much as the power of the beautiful princess asked her father to delay.

Waiting for my beloved mother. Maharani Bhumi Maja's.

Because time keeps rolling. Age continues to grow.

At the age of twenty-eight, his own father ordered him to marry. Without dispute.

Very old age. Far from the number thirteen which is the common age for marriage.

Hayan paid no heed to the scorn that might develop out there, he was just worried that his daughter was too comfortable on her own.

It's not good to stay alone.

Even a figure worthy of being a true friend, his daughter had none.

All this time all her daughter thought about was learning and learning. To transcend the world and tear apart the dimensional door, which was hard to penetrate.

The new Maya wielded power at an overripe age. Twenty years.

Unlike most nobles, who had been in power from the age of four to sixteen.

Catra's crow, Bhre Pejeng, Hayan's nephew and Maya's husband, picked up his wife after completing the ritual in the presence of the Maharaja and the Great Hermit.

If usually the crown princess accompanied the crown prince who ascended the throne. So the husband of the crown princess had no power to stand before the crowd.

He was only able to come forward after his wife finished in the ceremony.

The newlyweds sat at an available table.

Maya accidentally does not sit on the throne, honoring her husband. She also wants to stay with her husband.

Showing their harmony.

The harmony of the newlyweds.

"Sister, congratulations on your coronation."

A sweet voice rang out at Maya's table before the creaking of wood rang out and a stocky figure sat in front of the table.

Smiling sweetly while sticking a box out in front of Maya.

The face of the Crow turned cloudy. He took the box and looked intently at the giver.

"Great Magician, I know you live freely. But at least take care of the Crown Princess' face! You must not speak non-formally before the Crown Princess."

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