The late King Arka had came into the cross land, visiting Kingdom Bamantara, to meet King Arutala and Queen Sekar Ayu. According to the folklore from generation to generation, the most peaceful kingdom where its king only married to one single lady is Kingdom Bamantara. It’s neutral and had no enemy because the kingdom was so success and supplied the people with sufficient natural resources. It’s why King Arkha wanted King Arkha’s son to marry his daughter, Rengganis. Beside to forge a bond between two kingdoms, King Arkha believed that Prince Abra, the second son of Bamantara Kingdom, would look after Rengganis well, making her the only wife and queen. “Hearing good reputation of Kingdom Bamantara, I have no doubt to give my only daughter to marry Prince Abra. Be loving partner, together forever until death do you apart.” It’s one of the advice from King Arkha to King Arutala. Unfortunately, the intention of late King Arkha versed to reality. Power made Abra lost his m

Khandra frowned. He and Kayana looked at each other in dark when familiar sound heard. Both of them stepped out just to be surprised and felt save at the same time. “Brother Damar.” Khandra greeted from his hideout. “I thought you were someone else.” Kayana felt relieved. Brother Damar laughed with his three friends. “Who else sneaked out into the wood in this middle of the night, huh? Let’s go back! My men saw Ki Kastara got out from the palace walking around the village. I’m sure he’ll go to the stall,” he said. “We must be hurry!” Khandra said. They fasten their move, ignoring the bushes in front of them and finally got into the stall at the exact time with Ki Kastara. Brother Damar gave a tray with a jar of arak and bowls from coconut shells. Khandra and Kayana went in while bringing it. Khandra’s men stood. Four of them moved quickly changed their clothes. They feft anxiety of getting caught. “Ki Kastara’s men snooped through the window four ti

King Abra went into Concubine Madhavi’s room with anger on his face. His jaw harden. His right hand took his under long royal clothe. Concubine Madhavi’s waiting for him in excitement for becoming the next queen. But, her smile faded along with Abra entering the room. “My Lovely King!” she greeted. “What is happening?” she asked. “The elderly and the royal family are cornering us,” he said. Madhavi furrowed. “What do you mean, My Lovely King?” she approached him. Abra sighed in long and deep breath. All of his anger vanished when he saw Madhavi, like water vanished the flame, so did Madhavi’s presence in his side. “They make you difficult to be the queen,” he answered quietly. Madhavi’s shock. He touched her cheek and told her what had happened in the palace. Madhavi took deep and long sigh. She felt pain in her heart. ‘They’re so cruel, the elderly and Rengganis’s followers,’ she growled in her heart. Madhavi put fake smile and hide her true fe

Bang! Abra banged on he table making the water on the glass spilled. The food served spilled from its place. His head felt hot. The man could no longerhold back his emotions, roughly, he opened the contents of the table. Right now, he was in the Main Palace’s dining area in the king’s private room. Prang! Bruak! Utensils and cutlery fell to the floor. “Damn! Why are they making things difficult for me? I really want to kill them all, You Pesky Devil! Abra cursed ignoring the pinned ‘King’ status. Some of the maids looked looked at him trembling, afraid of becoming the target of Abra’s anger. The man rose from his seat glaring at the opened door. Master Kastara went inside with Khandra. He snorted as he shrugged. “Why did he come in?” asked Abra pointing at Khandra. “He is my man,” said Master Kastara “That man is a student of Master Jagat Trengginas, remember!” Abra snapped. ‘It’s bad! What if thy suspect me?’ asked Khandra to himself.