The day was overcast, with biting cold and thick fog covering most of Wirasesa's vision. Ajag, a medium-sized wilderness dog, is reddish brown in the bottom of the chin; his neck and the tip of his abdomen are white; he has a long, thickly blackish-furred tail that has barked in a huff.
Wirasesa eventually came to the Gahana fortress, located south of Maespati. This fortress are made of rocks, thirty meters high, curved like a wave, and black. Ajisaka's power created this fortress of stone. Ajisaka was the ancestor ancestor of the Maespati kings and the incarnation of the god Vishnu, who came to kill the Dewatacengkar. The human predator, the demon that once ruled Aruna Dwipa and the other seven largest islands
Only Aruna Dwipa, with its Gahana fortress, received a tight guard among all the islands. Because according to the Inggil inscription written during the Ajisaka period, Ajisaka stated that if Dewatacengkar would only enter through the Gahana fortress this was the only way to destroy the entire archipelago, they should continue to prepare for the worst possible outcome.
There are sounds of flutes, gongs, gamelan, and other musical instruments. The soldiers guarding Gayana Fort, also known as Jayeng Astra, had a great time watching shadow puppets, dancing with a few female dancers, and drinking arak and tuak, the scent of which wafted from a long distance.
Wirasesa meets Banuseta, one of Jayeng Astra's heroes. Wirasesa frowned in disgust as he smelled the scent of tuak spreading through his body.
"Raden Mas, why come without first informing me?"
"Where is my nephew, Banuseta?" I want to see him.
"The prince is having fun, Raden, we haven't had this kind of fun for a long time."
Wirasesa turned his head immediately. He searched in all directions but did not find the prince of Kripala.
"Banuseta!"
Banuseta came to see Wirasesa. He drank his tuak first before talking to Wirasesa.
"My nephew, Banuseta!"
"Inside the cottage Raden. With his lover, three of the prettiest dancers in the area here."
Hearing Banuseta's remarks, Wirasesa immediately rushed to the cottage designated by Banuseta.
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Prince Kripala laughed at the sight of the two women kissing wildly. The prince will kiss the third lady when the door opens forcefully.
The three women immediately covered their bodies with very thin clothes as soon as they saw Wirasesa appear at the door. But the prince of Kripala just laughed when he saw his uncle.
"Uncle Wirasesa, can't uncle knock on the door first?" He asked with a hand that infiltrated the fabric of one of the women.
Wirasesa held back angrily as soon as she saw the woman moaning in pleasure. "Your father just died, prince. And what the prince is doing is, having fun like this."
"This is my way of grieving, uncle!" Said prince Kripala, and he went back to kissing the other woman. "If Uncle wants to, you can take one of the dancers outside, but not them, because they are mine!
"Prince, the new king is about to take a chance."
"What do you care about, uncle? I am not the crown prince and cannot be the king.
"Not only that, Prince."
"And then?"
Wirasesa saw the three women who were still in the bed of the prince of Kripala. One of them had even removed the cloth that enveloped her body. Her beautiful body had made Wirasesa swallow hard because of the lust that had begun to emerge; he wanted to replace prince Kripala and make love to the three women. But Wirasesa tried to calm down by looking the other way.
Prince Kripala laughed at the sight of his uncle, who had already turned on.
"Kembang, can you ask one of your friends to come over? My uncle also wants to have fun."
"But, prince…."
"Now, Kembang! Otherwise, my uncle will not allow us to be together unless you don't want to be satisfied tonight. Then, stay here."
The woman named Kembang woke up with a naked body. She covered herself with a thin piece of cloth that she picked up with her feet. As soon as Kembang passed by Wirasesa, walking so sexy, Wirasesa who kept looking at her with a lustful look, wanted to snatch Kembang's body into his arms.
"Don't try to touch it, uncle!" Prince Kripala roared angrily. "He's mine, and I don't like to share."
Wirasesa stopped and swallowed. "Prince, uncle believes that prince can have fun later because uncle has something important to discuss."
"What's that?"
"Let them go first."
"They are my lovers. They know my secret, and if I go back to the palace. Then they must come along!"
"Prince, are you sure?" one of the women asked.
"That's right, Antika; have you ever seen me lie?"
The woman named Antika shook her head.
"Unfortunately, they will never be allowed to set foot in the palace." "They are only allowed to entertain a prince here."
Prince Kripala threw one of his ruby-edged rings toward Wirasesa. The surprised uncle tried to dodge by knocking himself on the floor. His forehead almost was hollowed out by prince Kripala's ring throw.
"Prince!!"
"Don't make me sick of mentioning the rules of the palace, uncle! Because of that fucking rule, I must be eliminated in this place, not to be the crown prince even though I am the eldest son and the mother to be a concubine forever. If uncle wants to talk to me, respect them and never say anything bad to them again!"
Wirasesa gave up. He finally sat down on one of the wooden chairs not far from prince Kripala's bed, having noticed that the prince had closed the bodies of his two lovers so that they were not too visible to his uncle.
"Speak uncle, and don't forget to bow your head slightly!"
Wirasesa was upset, but he couldn't help but give up because only his nephew, Prince Kripala, would be the way to power for him and all his cronies. Because according to the legend in Maespati, besides the Swarpakala prince, it is the Kripala prince, or the Northern Prince of Jingga, who deserves to be the king. Otherwise, it is not only the curse that will befall them, but the people will try to overthrow power because they do not want to be led by an ineligible king.
"Uncle Wirasesa! Uncle, has come to speak with me!"
"Hmm, alright, prince," Wirasesa said. "Prince Swarpakala will be made king."
"I already know."
"The prince's mother is going to do the pati obong."
Prince Kripala laughed out loud instead. "A wife does have to follow her uncle's husband; my mother does her duty as a wife."Then the problem is, where is it?"
"Sure, it's the prince's problem," Antika's friend replied. "Doesn't prince feel sad to see prince's mother do that?"
Kripala kissed her lover on the shoulder. "Puspita, I've felt that sadness for a long time. My father has never come to see me again in the last fifteen years, and neither has my mother, who has never been able to protect me and let me be assigned to this place. "Far from a luxury, power, and pleasant things."
"But the prince met us; isn't it also a luxury? We can also have fun here."
Prince Kripala nodded and kissed his two lovers. "Yes, the three of you are heaven for me."
Seeing Prince Kripala's behavior, Wirasesa was even more upset, but he had no power to stop the prince's actions because he also wanted the same.
"Prince Kripala!"
"Hmm," prince Kripala didn't care because his hands had fingered the bodies of his lover.
"The uncles and the rest of the descendants of Jayanegara's patih want to take power. We want a prince who is king because the prince is more deserving of being the king than the prince of Swapakala."
"I don't want to be an uncle's instrument of power!" said Prince Kripala, his fingers brushing across Puspita's breasts and inserting one of her nipples into his mouth with the other hand into the thin blanket covering Antika's body.
"But only the prince deserves to be the king!"
Prince Kripala has not answered because one of his lovers, Kembang, has already come with a beautiful dancer.
"Flower, come here. And uncle, please find a place by yourself." "There are many cottages that Uncle can use in this place."
"But the prince..."
"We'll talk again after I finish my business!" Prince Kripala got out of bed naked; he took off the thin cloth covering Kembang's body and carried her, and with his hands held Kembang's body, which had also been naked Prince Kripala pushed Wirasesa's body and the dancing girl out of place.
Ajag : Endemic Indonesian dogs similar to wolves
tuak & arak is a typical Indonesian alcoholic beverage fermented from the sap, rice, or ingredients containing sugar
Raden mas : call of honor to nobility
Gamelan, gong: Traditional Indonesian musical instruments are often found especially in Java and Bali