Limus Galuh's words really hit Kebo Taruna's heart. At that moment, Kebo Taruna imagined how beautiful Damayanti would be if she wore the Surya-dadari bow. "Ah, don't be so expensive, Kardu. Reduce the price."
Finally, after bargaining, the cunduk was accepted for three laksa. After saving the cunduk, Kebo Taruna then continued his journey again. On the way, he also bought a light green women's cinde belt.
By the time Kebo Taruna stepped on the catwalk of the kepatihan building, the sun had already set. The kepatihan front hall was brightly lit by sparkling lights. He was surprised when a guard greeted him with a trembling body "Raden, the kepatihan building has received a visit from your Majesty.........."
"What?" Kebo Taruna stepped back, "Sire Jayanagara is visiting here? Alone?"
The guard agreed. Kebo Taruna quickly took a step and rushed in. After the entrance, he stepped inside, heading to the princess's room where the duke was. Just as he arrived at the door of the room, a girl greeted him "0, bro Cadet, where were you this afternoon, bro? “
The girl was the daughter of the governor of Aluyuda, named Dhyani. Only seventeen years old. Even though it is not very beautiful, it is quite pleasing to look at. His skin is olive yellow, his body is slender and he has sharp eyes. It could be said, there is nothing reprehensible about Dhyani. Just a little affection, his temperament is jealous and envious.
"I bought my horse a new saddle," said Kebo Taruna briefly, then asked back, "Is it true that you are visiting here? Where is he now?”
He looked at the teenage girl with eyes pressing for answers. However, Dhyani only smiled, "Brother Taruna, are you asking the king or worrying about Damayanti ........."
"Ah, Dhyani, don't joke."
“It's the wrinkles on your face, the light in your eyes, bro, that makes me joke. Don't worry, Cadet, both are safe."
Kebo Taruna's eyes widened even more. He couldn't interpret the governor's daughter's words. Safe? What is safe?
"Brother Taruna," Dhyani spoke before Kebo Taruna could open his mouth, "You're being unfair, brother. How discriminating!"
Kobo Taruna was stunned, "Isn't it fair? In what way have I been unfair, Dhyani!"
"Uh," sighed the governor's daughter, "don't you feel it?"
Kebo Taruna frowned then scratched his head. "Ah, I really don't understand what you mean."
"Hm," the face of the duke's daughter became increasingly sullen, "first go into the duke's building, what you are asking is not about the safety of my mother and myself but directly about your Majesty. That's okay, if in your heart you really think about your Majesty's safety..."
“Dhyani…..”
"But it is clear that behind your question to the king, there is hidden concern about Damayanti's personal safety," Dhyani quickly retorted!
"Ah, never mind, Dhyani."
"One can deceive other people but cannot lie to one's own mind, Brother Taruna! How I have noticed your attitude towards Damayanti and towards me. Think about it yourself, you will definitely feel it."
“Dhyani, don't make things up.”
"It's not made up, bro. Dhyani only saw and felt the existing situation. Brother, why are you acting like that to me?"
Kebo Taruna became increasingly anxious. His thoughts drifted to the king Jayanagara who was in the kepatihan building and the virgin Damayanti, "Dhyani, in my feelings, there is no different attitude towards you and Damayanti. Never mind, Dhyani, we'll talk again later. Now please show me where you are? “
“No, bro. You have to answer that question right now and then I'll show you where you are."
Kebo Taruna's heart became increasingly confused. He thought, if he didn't quickly avoid being harassed by Dhyani, he would certainly be too late to protect Damayanti. Finally he decided "Okay, Dhyani. Try to explain in what way I differentiate Damayanti from you more?"
“Every lady-in-waiting and footman in the kepatihan building knows your attitude towards Damayanti. Especially me. How affectionately and painstakingly you pay attention to Damayanti's interests.
Every maid, every bachelor you meet, of course you ask for information about Damayanti. But even though you have never asked for information about me."
"Ah, why are you jealous, Dhyani? Isn't Damayanti your younger cousin?"
Dhyani laughed dryly, "Cousin sister? Who said that Damayanti was my younger cousin?"
"Uncle the governor of Aluyuda himself."
Dhyani laughed too "And you believe it, don't you? That is the influence of a beautiful virgin on the mind of a man who is lulled by romance."
"Is Uncle Patih's statement wrong?" Kebo Taruna emphasized.
"Until he grew up like now, Dhyani never felt like he had a younger cousin."
"Then why did Uncle Patih say that?" insisted Kebo Taruna.
Dhyani frowned and answered, "Ah, of course there is a specific reason why Rama Patih claims Damayanti is his nephew's daughter. Whereas….."
"In what way?"
"In the case of Damayanti, she is just the child of the village headman
was recognized as a nephew by Rama. And I am the favorite daughter of the influential Patih Rama Aluyuda. Strange...really strange..."
Kebo Taruna was able to respond to what the governor's daughter said was strange. But he remained silent and did not respond.
"Hm, it's strange to look at that person's eyes," Dhyani continued with a curious scowl, "gold was mistaken for a baking sheet, a baking sheet was mistaken for gold ........ . Hmm, people say that blind people have damaged eyes and cannot see. But it turns out there are also people whose eyes are still intact but are blinder than sibuta..."
Kebo Taruna's ears seemed to be pricked by thorns, but he tried hard to extinguish the flames of his growling and quickly turned to the question "Dhyani, where is your king? The duke's uncle has handed over the responsibility for the kepatihan's safety to me. When your Majesty visits here, I will be the one responsible for security."
"Is Dhyani not a family member of the Aluyuda governor? Why haven't you mentioned anything about my safety?" The governor's daughter became increasingly loud.
"But you don't lack anything!" "Who says it. I feel threatened right now.”
Kebo Taruna widened his eyes "Threatened? Are you threatened, Dhyani?"
“I felt like my safety was threatened.” "Your safety? Who is threatening?”
"It's not me but my heart," said Dhyani, "and who is threatening you, you can find out for yourself, Brother Cadet."
"Ah, Dhyani ..." Kebo Taruna took a deep breath.
He shook his head silently in his heart. It's not that he doesn't know that the daughter of the governor of Aluyuda has had a crush on him for a long time. Nor did he turn a blind eye to the fact that Dhyani was quite beautiful and the governor's favorite daughter
The influential Aluyuda. But the heart says different from the eyes. As beautiful as the eye can see, the heart still feels beautiful. And that taste or feeling is a vibration that is finer than pinara sewu hair or hair split a thousand.....
What lives deep in Kebo Taruna's heart is the face of Sidara Ayu Damayanti. Damayanti was the source of his life, so his determination was firm, even though the governor of Aluyuda would refuse, he still wanted to seize the virgin. If necessary, take him and run from the royal temple. Also, Dhyani's statement that Damayanti was only the daughter of a low-ranking village headman did not reduce Kebo Taruna's love for the girl.
This world is full of strangeness. Those who are expected are not welcomed, those who are chasing are left behind. Dhyani loves Kebo Taruna but the young man does not return her love because he loves Damayanti. In the event that Kebo Taruna receives the governor's daughter's ciata, it is clear that he will obtain a high rank and position. On the other hand, Damayanti, whom he loves, does not necessarily want to return his love. Kebo Taruna was chased but didn't hit, he missed the chase......
“Kebo Taruna, please come in. Go take care of them!" Dhyani suddenly shouted loudly and stepped aside.
Hearing that, Kebo Taruna's heart seemed to be torn. After all, Dhyani was very kind to him. And the girl is not guilty if she gives up hope because her love is not answered. In fact, he couldn't find any defects or weaknesses in Dhyani. In fact, he was angry with himself for not accepting Dhyani's presence in his heart.
But he himself didn't know why he was ignoring Dhyani's attention, welcoming Damayanti's love. In fact, what Dhyani said was correct. The right love doesn't match his heart's feelings.
He hardened his heart and was about to step inside. But before his feet moved, his heart was already shaking. Why did he have to make Dhyani sick. "Dhyani," finally he stopped moving, "ah, don't sulk, nini ayu ........ "
A woman is happiest when she is praised for being beautiful. Likewise with Dhyani. But the girl was good at holding her own. Even though I was happy inside, my face was still clouded with gloom, "Ah, don't pretend, Cadet! Don't lie to your heart. The beautiful one is not Dhyani but Damayanti..."
"Ah, Dhyani," Kebo Taruna stroked his chest, "every man would say that Dhyani, the daughter of the duke, was a beautiful princess."
"Except Kebo Taruna," said Dhyani.
Kebo Taruna shook his head "No, Kebo Taruna also thinks you are a beautiful princess. I don't lie to my inner self."
"Really? Dhyani emphasized.
"Really," replied Kebo Taruna.
“Which is prettier to you, bro. Dhyani or Damayanti? “
Kebo Taruna never expected this question so for a moment he was stunned and couldn't answer "Huh, you certainly can't answer, can you?" Dhyani also exclaimed.
"It's not that I can't answer, nini, but I'm looking for the right term to describe the two of you. Yes.... Dhyani, Damayanti is like a rose and
Jasmine. Each has its own style of beauty and elegance. It depends on how people choose."
"And you chose roses, didn't you?"
“Don't push me too hard, Dhyani. I'm still undecided. But you should be able to understand the meaning that I understand about the beauty of a woman."
"Eh, when did you learn the secret knowledge of women's beauty, bro?" Dhyani taunts.
Kebo Taruna just smiled blandly "Listen, Dhyani. According to my understanding, a beautiful woman is not only a beautiful face, but also a beautiful heart, good character, good behavior and one who loves me......"
"Ah..." Dhyani sighed hastily. He was secretly happy in his heart because he had almost fulfilled the conditions.
"But even the one I love. Because love must be mutual, it cannot be like one-sided people."
"Ah..." Dhyani sighed too. It's just that his heart groaned groaningly.
Kebo Taruna could guess what was going on in the heart of the duke's daughter. So he quickly followed up with the words "Love is like a seed that will grow, blossom and develop. Seed growth must be natural, it cannot be forced to grow quickly. Therefore, Dhyani, I ask for your patience and your open heart, hopefully the seed will grow and blossom in our hearts..."
"If we plant it, water it in the morning and evening, will the seeds not sprout?"
"Not necessarily, Dhyani," argued Kebo Taruna, "perhaps because it is watered too much, because the soil is not suitable or because it is eaten by snakes, the seeds will not grow..."
Suddenly Dhyani's eyes lit up, "That's right, bro, seeds will definitely die if they are eaten by caterpillars. So the caterpillars must be exterminated so that they don't bother you!"
Kebo Taruna was shocked in his heart. He knew what and who Dhyani was targeting as a caterpillar. Dangerous, he thought. He realized that there was no more vicious revenge than the revenge of a broken-hearted woman. He had to clear up the dark thoughts of the duke's daughter. But before he had time to open his mouth, Dhyani had already gone ahead, "Sister, talking about the jasmine and rose flowers that you described earlier, I also want to contribute my opinion for your consideration."
“Good, Dhyani. Say.”
“The jasmine flower is a symbol of a woman of high rank. It does not exude resplendent beauty but its smell binds the soul. Meanwhile, roses are truly eye-catchingly beautiful, emitting a strong fragrant aroma. But be careful, bro, that roses have thorns. It's not easy for you to pick it!"
"Ah..." this time it was Kebo Taruna who sighed, "for those who worship flowers, thorns are no obstacle."
“But thorns aren't just any thorns, bro. Not only will your hands be suited, but your soul will soar if you want that flower."
"Dhyani, what do you mean?" Kebo Taruna half shouted.
“You symbolize Damayanti in the symbol of the Rose flower. I said the Damayanti rose had thorns. And I also emphasize that the thorns that surround the rose; Damayanti is very sharp because ....... because .....”
"Because of what ?" Kebo Taruna urged.
"Because the thorn was none other than the most powerful person in the Majapahit country..."
“Sire? “
Dhyani nodded "That's right, the king Jayanagara also took an interest in Damayanti. To desire Damayanti is to face the king!”
"Ah..." Kebo Taruna actually wanted to say that the governor of Aluyuda had promised that Damayanti would be given to him. But he quickly realized that if he said that to Dhyani, things would certainly drag on for a long time. So he only limited himself to a sigh, a breath that was difficult for Dhyani to guess "Dhyani, thank you for your statement. Because Uncle Patih entrusted me to look after the safety of this Duke, I had to meet the king. Would you like to tell me where you are now?” he diverted the problem.
Dhyani smiled with satisfaction in his heart. Judging by the change in Kebo Taruna's tone and tone, he suspected that there must have been a change in the young man's heart. At the very least, the young man will certainly reconsider "I'm telling you, bro, but I'm asking for wages, okay? " he exclaimed with indulgence.
"Wages? What wages?”
"That's it bro, that package that sticks out in your shirt pocket. Give it to me, whatever it is, I will certainly accept it with joy."
"Ah, this..." Kebo Taruna looked at his shirt pocket. It turned out that the package of women's belts he had bought earlier really looked prominent. He was originally going to give the cinde to Damayanti but, because he wasn't careful enough to put it in his shirt pocket, Dhyani finally saw it. He denied it but was forced to hand it over so that the governor's daughter would not harbor further suspicions "this is just a cinde belt...."
“Love women's belts? Hey, who are you going to give it to, bro?"
"Anu, Dhyani..." Keba Taruna was confused, "I was interested in the color of the cinde and I bought it. I'll just keep it. I don't know who I'll give it to."
"Give it to me, bro, will you?"
Even though he had expected to receive such a request, in his heart Kebo Taruna was still shaken and growling. Because he had already said so, Kebo Taruna was forced to pass it too. He handed over the package containing the cinde to Dhyani but the girl did not respond but instead put on a posture, stretching out both hands, "Mr. Taruna, don't be overbearing. Salute my waist! “
Kebo Taruna gasped, trailing off "How is that possible......"
"I asked it myself, why isn't it possible? And
.... and isn't there anyone present here?” Dhyani pressed.
Because he wanted to quickly avoid the governor's daughter, without saying much, Kebo Taruna wrapped the cinde belt around Dhyani's waist. But something unexpected happened again. At Kebo Taruna's seat, he lowered his head because he was wrapping his cinde belt around him. Suddenly, Dhyani's hand reached out and pulled out the handkerchief that was in his pocket. "Sis, your handkerchief is really beautiful... ugh..." Simultaneously, a shiny object came flying and fell onto the floor of Kebo Taruna, as if her spirit was flying. What fell to the floor was none other than Wulan Dadari's bow which was encrusted with strings of jewels. The cunduk he bought from Limus Galuh Kardu and wanted to present it to Sidara Ayu Damayanti. When he woke up, he rushed to pick up the jeweled crow. But ah, it turns out Dhyani had preceded him.
"Oh my, this jewel is truly beautiful!" shouted the governor's daughter in surprise, "Who does this cunduk belong to, bro? Where did you get it from?"
"I bought it from my regular Galuh limousine," said Kebo Taruna, increasingly nervous.
"What did you buy it for?"
“Ah, just to keep it. I like collecting extraordinarily beautiful objects.”
"Just give it to me, bro," Dhyani whined.
"Dhyani, your cooking still lacks fine jewelry. The cunduk is not worth much, it is not suitable for the daughter of the governor of the Majapahit kingdom to wear..."
"Let it be, bro," Dhyani still insisted, "I don't care about the price but I'm happy with this cunduk style. What's your gift?"
Because he was overwhelmed with anger, for a moment Kebo Taruna was unable to speak. Seeing this, Dhyani also exclaimed, "If you want to keep valuable things, I will replace my equipment with a bracelet studded with jewels."
Kebo Taruna stuttered "Ah, I'm not demanding a replacement, Dhyani ........."
"Then, are you not willing to give this duck to me?"
"Anu ........ yes, of course willing ........ " said Kebo Taruna, confused.
"Thank you bro. Tomorrow I will give you something much more valuable as a replacement for this cunduk.”
"Ah, no need, Dhyani," Kebo Taruna refused
"Dhyani, don't let us talk here for too long. Show me where you are."
"Okay," Dhyani laughed, "let me take you there. He stepped towards the back and Kebo Taruna followed him. It turned out that Dhyani was heading to the garden behind "Well, that's the king talking to Damayanti!"
Looking towards the garden, a brightly dressed young man was seen facing a virgin who was sitting cross-legged under a nagasari tree. Sire Jayanagara and Dhamayanti, that's how the blood of Kebo Taruna was absorbed...... eyes wide open...
Because he was gripped by a feeling of tension that was convulsing all the veins of his body, Kebo Taruna's footsteps became heavier until the king and Damayanti heard "Hi, who are you...! "rebuked the king.
Even though he was overcome by feelings of revenge, Kebo Taruna was still able to realize that what was in front of him at that time was King Jayanagara, the king who ruled the Majapahit kingdom. Immediately he knelt down, sat cross-legged and offered the prayer "Mercy, my lord servant. Servant is Kebo Taruna."
"0, Kebo Taruna, the son of Kebo Anabrang's uncle?"
Kebo Taruna also offered prayers, "Mercy, a thousand mercy, Lord. Servant was indeed entrusted by Patih Aluyuda's uncle to maintain the safety of this duke's building. It was because I heard that your majesty was willing to visit the regent that I hurried to come so that I could safeguard the safety of my noble majesty."
"Hm," the king sighed, "I don't lack anything and don't need you to look after me. Just go out and guard outside the kepatihan's hall."
There was no other way for Kebo Taruna except according to the king's order. But when he and Dhyani were about to take a step, Damayanti suddenly shouted "Ms. Dhyani and Brother Taruna, I'm coming..." he immediately got up and was about to approach the two young men.
"Eh, later, cah ayu," Majesty Jayanagara held out his hand to prevent it, "let them guard outside and I can invite you to chat freely."
Damayanti, the virgin who was fourteen years old, took a step back, "I'm sorry, Gusti. I ask that you be allowed to join Mbakyu Dhyani. “
"Why?" asked the king.
"Servant ...... servant is afraid, lord."
Jayanagara laughed “Scared? Why afraid? Am I not here? Who would dare disturb this place?”
Taruna's head was bright red. He wanted to deny it. but he was forced to restrain himself.
“Gusti, your majesty is a man and this servant is a virgin. According to the ethical teachings that I have received, men and women are not allowed to socialize closely, cannot talk alone in dark places and... Lonely."
Damayanti's words still smell childish. Fair but true. His Majesty was not angry, on the contrary, he even laughed cheerfully, "That's right, for example, if you were to talk alone with Kebo Taruna in a quiet and dark place, it would indeed be prohibited. A moral offense that is punishable. But you know, cah ayu, I am Jayanagara who is the ruler of all Majapahit. Who would dare blame me if I were willing to talk to you?"
"That's right, Gusti," said Damayanti, starting to get nervous, "But I'm really scared, Gusti. Servant, please allow me to join Miss Dhyani. "If your majesty does not approve, I request that Miss Dhyani and the Cadet students be allowed to be here to accompany me."
"Ah, Damayanti, Damayanti" Jayanagara shook his head sighing "why are you so stupid to ask for a friend. Wouldn't it be more enjoyable if you wanted to serve me in conversation alone?"
"Duh, gusti..." Damayanti groaned softly. Like a weak sheep, he just lowered his head and didn't dare to argue. He was helpless except to shed tears.
Beauty and tears are women's most sacred possessions for men. The sharpness of the spear and the sharpness of the sword are not as powerful as the beauty and tears of the juwita for a knight. Damayanti is just a virgin who is like a flower, still a bud, still very modest. He shed tears because he was anxious and worried about being alone with the king. And her tears were normal tears, not tears of seduction. However, King Jayanagara, who was already fascinated by the virgin's beauty, was quickly able to notice Damayanti's condition and was able to understand her wishes.
Jayanagara was a harsh king. He carries out control of the government by means of 'tick the stick'. Whoever makes a mistake without any discrimination will certainly be punished. Those who are meritorious will be given prizes. But the harsh king was now like a burning candle when he faced a beauty. Previously with Rara Sindura, now with Damayanti. The tears of the virgin Damayanti had engulfed the young king's hard heart. “Okay, Damayanti, I will grant your wish. "Kebo Taruna and Dhyani, I will allow you to be here to accompany you."
"Thank you, lord..." Damayanti blushed, showing her gratitude.
Jayanagara laughed happily because he could make Damayanti's heart happy. "Damayanti, what do you ask for again?"
Damayanti trembled and answered, "I don't ask for anything more, Gusti..."
"Ah, don't be afraid, Damayanti," exclaimed the king, "say, do you want to ask for earring, necklace or jewel bracelet? I am very happy to bestow upon you, Damayanti.”
During the conversation between the king and Damayanti, Kebo Taruna's condition was like sitting on a bed of thorns. He sat restlessly, always shuffling from side to side. Every time she glanced at Dhyani, the governor's daughter seemed to be smiling
"Hm, you're excited, aren't you?" muttered Kebo Taruna, to himself "but just know this. If only Damayanti could be possessed by the king, Kebo Taruna would also live the life of Brahmacarya, never marrying for the rest of his life..."
When the king's conversation escalated to the topic of luring Damayanti with a pile of gifts of jewels, Kebo Taruna could no longer hold back his feelings. He was coughing - like someone who had bones
.....
For a moment, the king turned towards Kebo Taruna, then ignored him and looked in front of him with a look demanding Damayanti's answer. The virgin also offered prayers "Oh, lord, I don't want to ask for anything else..."
Like fruit, Damayanti is still ripe, not yet ripe. So his thoughts are very simple in accordance with his birth as the son of a village headman. And, he also knew that Dhyani, the daughter of the governor of Aluyuda, was a jealous girl. Damayanti knows the situation.
"Ah, Damayanti," the king laughed too, "even though you don't dare to ask, I am happy to reward you with something. "Tomorrow I will order the head of the palace lady's village to deliver a complete set of clothes and jewelry to you."
Damayanti trembled when she heard this. He really did not expect and did not dare to expect such a gift from His Majesty. But he didn't know how to say the words to reject his king's gift. After the shock in his heart subsided, he was forced to offer his prayers to the king, "Oh, noble king, I am not used to wearing beautiful clothes and sparkling jewelry. I prefer to live modestly, Gusti
…….”
“Damayanti, why did you reject the king's grace? Do you know what your rejection means? "Know, Damayanti, rejecting the king's grace is the same as insulting the king."
Damayanti was stunned by the king's bluff. Immediately he worshiped and said tremblingly, "Oh, lord, forgive my mistakes... I feel unworthy."
“Who says it is not appropriate for a king to bestow grace? Never mind, Damayanti, don't get too carried away!"
Kebo Taruna was shaking, sweat dripping out, wetting his forehead and head. Initially, he was the one who wanted to give gifts to the girl first, but Dhyani had confiscated the gifts. And now the king, by force, wants to give Damayanti clothes and jewelry.
“Servant ........ servant please ........ . so that Mbakyu Dhyani will also be blessed like a servant." Damayanti struggled to muster the courage to speak. But immediately Dhyani shouted, "Damayanti, don't be careless! don't force your king..." then he bowed to the king "Forgive my little brother's mistakes, he is still like a child. I did not ask for anything at all and never encouraged my younger brother to ask for..."
"Never mind, Dhyani, later I will give you two clothes and jewelry. Whatever Damayanti asks for, I will certainly grant it," the king laughed brightly. Suddenly he glanced at Kebo Tanana "Eh, Kebo Taruna, why is your face so red?" suddenly the king rebuked.
Kebo Taruna did not expect to receive such a warning. He stuttered and blushed and bowed, "Excuse me, Lord, earlier a friend treated me to palm wine..... I'm actually not used to drinking..."
"0, good, Kebo Taruna," unexpectedly the king exclaimed in praise, "it turns out you are a fan of drinks too. Good, good, a drinker is generally someone who likes to dream, a devotee of the taste for beauty and a admirer of women's beauty..."
“Please forgive my mistake, lord. Servant of a foolish young man…….”
"I am very happy that you are here, Kebo Taruna," exclaimed the king without paying attention to worship. "People say you are a drinker, a devotee of beautiful arts and a glorifier of the beauty of women."
Kebo Taruna stuttered even more but the king didn't give him a chance to speak "Kebo Taruna, try to answer my question. Isn't Damayanti very beautiful, Kebo Taruna?"
"Can... tick..." Kebo Taruna stuttered.
"Kebo Taruna," said the king then looked towards
Dhyani "And you nini Dhyani ........ try to find terms or objects that can convey Damayanti's beauty."
Kebo Taruna and Dhyani opened their eyes in shock.
"If you can find the image correctly, I will reward you with ten laksa," said the king, "Well, come on, you who said it first, Kebo Taruna."
Kebo Taruna is really like someone who has a fever. His body shivered so much that even his molars chattered, but his heart felt like it was being burned by coals. However, he did not dare to disobey the king's order, so he was forced to say, "Oh my lord, first I ask for forgiveness if I am unable to fulfill my lord's order. Usually the woman is depicted as a flower....."
"Eh, why is that, Kebo Taruna?" said the king.
“Because both of them have similar characteristics and patterns.
Flowers were revered for their beauty and thrown away once they wilted.
Likewise women. Both of them do not escape the laws of nature, beautiful and wilting, gusti"
"Eh, your description is really great, Kebo Taruna. Is that the knowledge you drink from palm wine? "The king laughed cheerfully, "Okay, Kebo Taruna, now I want to hear, with what flowers do you represent Damayanti's beauty?"
Kebo Taruna before the prayer "Please forgive me if Patik makes a mistake in the interpretation, Gusti. "In Patik's opinion, Damayanti is likened to a forest rose."
"Good, Kebo Taruna, roses are indeed beautiful and brilliant, eh ......... . "Suddenly the king interrupted, "but why forest roses and not just roses?"
Indeed, Kebo Taruna is already fluent in processing words. Because his courage to face the king was growing, he was talking more and more. “Forest roses are roses that bloom their beauty in the free nature of the mountains. He lives in freedom and fairness. If humans plant them in beautiful buildings, the flowers will not grow well."