6. The Revenge of The Abandoned Queen

Rengganis changed her clothe into something more simple. A strand of batik wrapped her body, and a black scarf covered her top body. All of her accessories were removed including the crown so that no one would suspicious when they accrossed villages. Everything was planned in such a way by Aunty Berek. Walking by the river, accrossed bushes, and suddenly the sun had already on top of their head. Rengganis gulped, repressed thirsty and hungry. They hadn’t eaten anything yet and staggered.

Rengganis looked up in the clear sky, the birds flew happily, the trees blew by the wind. The lady drank from bamboo bottle. “Is it still far away, Aunty?”

Aunty Berek shook her head. “No, My Dear. There were a path in front of us. We’re entering a village. We can stay a little, go to the market and dine,” Aunty Berek answered, “remember, we’re pretending as a family. You cannot blurted her out a queen.”

“Yes, Aunty,” they answered unitedly.

One of the young men took a rolled clothe, using