Bulan Cakduh
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a Warrior
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a Prince
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‘I will avenge you father, for everything. Hang tight up there, bah. Tonight the Tunah Suti kingdom will fall like we promised.’
Dayang Indama tighten the cloth over her face and looked upon the dark lit sky with one last promise to her father.
“This is for you, father.”
The mask hid her painful smile and she walked back to her people.
“Are you all prepared for this?”
She instructed the men to focus on the main event of tonight’s mission. To kill Maharaja Shah Kalang Raktti. They all huddled up and nodded to wait for Dayang’s order to attack.
“Alright.” She turned around and face the Istana Luwasangkah and with the snap of her fingers, they all dispersed into the night.
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“Evening, how is my paduka son doing?”
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Maharaja Shah Kalang broadly walking into his son’s kamar and set the maidens alarmed at his presences. Maharaja Shah shaking his pants and unloosing some of ‘his’ weigh to attract the uncomfortable maidens.
In the kamar, a Putera was in sight, calmly eating the grapes that is being fed by the maiden on his left, and drank rose wine with the help of a maiden in his right side. He was ignoring his father in the room while grooming two maidens who are resting at his lap. He took a deep breath and stared at the night sky view from his open giant window, still ignoring his father’s presences there, flirting with the other maidens. Maharaja Shah did not recall back to the question he asked towards his son instead he attempted to slip one of his hand through a maiden’s dress from the back, causing her to tremble and let out a desperate wimp as to escape from Maharaja Shah’s perverted gesture.
Putera Hazmah noticed it and called on the Maharaja, stopping before it gets ugly and dirtied his kamar any further.
“If you are to have wreck here father, might be better if you do it in your own kamar with your own maidservants.” Putera Hamzah said in an irritated tone, hoping Maharaja Shah catches up the mood he’s sending off.
“What? Oh no no no, my son! I am only here to see you, hehe.” Maharaja replied with his pair of eyes stuck on the maidens who are leaving the kamar, not looking at the Putera at all.
‘ Is this old man for real? If he so wants to have an action, at least be decent at WHERE you want to do it! not in THE prince’s room! Such a disgrace.’
Putera Hamzah whispered in his heart, simultaneously gave out a long, deep sigh. Putera Hamzah waved his fingers to tell the maidens to step out while he dealt with Maharaja Shah personally. He stood up and face him with crossing his arms. Putera Hamzah spoke in one breath,
“If you only wish to see me here, I be much preferred if you at least look at me while you’re talking. If not, you’re wasting your time here. Get out.”
Putera Hamzah finally silenced Maharaja and obtained a couple of giggles and chuckles from the maidens behind the slightly open door. They all are in admiration of his charismatic charm and undeniable manners towards women. Moreover, the maidens in the istana will never get enough of his dying good-looks. There has been rumoured around his looks is so irresistible till a maiden kill herself because she could not face the Putera every day and serve him because he was too godly to look at. That rumour certainly made true throughout the country that a law has been established. For every low and average status citizen must lowered their eyes and gaze for every time the royalty came to travel through kampungs or to visit them. Whomever dares to raise the slightest retina, execution will commence.
Maharaja Shah warned the maidens with a glare, immediately made them scattered away like flies. As they silently went away from the kamar, punishment was waiting for them at tomorrow dawn. Maharaja Shah cleared his throat and spoke,
“Haha, I am only joking my son. Once in a while you need to take a joke if you want to be a good sport as a future emperor. Lately, you’ve been distant and this is how I want to make up for our further lost times. Before you…finally get married with Puteri Aom…and have Thraakyet on your grasp and become the powerful emperor I knew you would be. I can’t wait to see for that to happen.”
Maharaja Shah slapping his hands together on both sides of Putera Hamzah’s face. Putera Hamzah winced and is disgusted by the rough surface of his father’s hands. He took a sniff unwillingly and it smelled between metal and blood. Or could be both. It is clear when Putera Hamzah saw in his eyes that Maharaja only wants him to conquer the power as a true king. But who could you blame? As a superior status to hold such riches just feels so good. Putera Hamzah won’t deny about that, just look at Maharaja himself. And that’s just an idiot in a crown. What would happen if HE’S in that title? So much will he claim as his and will conquer whatever he wants. His heart whispered,
‘I can finally rule my own kingdom under my words and be held in my grasp. Soon, everything will prevail when I’m the emperor.’
Not long after Maharaja Shah’s hands are in their usual state on its way to his shoulders, Putera Hamzah swiftly avoided his father’s further advances on him and came closer to the enormous glass window. He looked far out into the nature night view, pulling the right words in his head to ask Maharaja Shah when he saw him stepped in his kamar with full bearings in his presences. Without turning to face him, he asked.
“Father, what would happen if tomorrow…the wedding day would not go as you ordered it to, will you-”
Putera Hamzah paused himself to make sure he said the right words of what he really means in his heart then he faced his father with a concern look. The both of them gaze at each other for the longest time, ever in their lifetime together as a father and a son. Even as dumb and obnoxious Maharaja Shah is, his mind is by far most evil any dictator ever known by kerajaan Tun Shah citizens. His expression sunken in disgust everytime Putera Hamzah mention of his ‘injustice morality’ of resolute to kill anyone who dares to defy his orders or anything that go against his plans.
“Because I want to. Because I can. If things started to get through your feelings, that means you are weak. Therefore, you should banish them. Your emotions and those peasants.”
That was his reasoning to why he always forth with the killing of his henchman and everyone after that. Putera Hamzah still replaying the vivid memories in his head when he was sixteen years old. He saw his most beloved ‘uncle’, Laksmana Halitiram being slaughtered in front of him. The fast slice and the slow roll of Laksmana Halitiram’s head bearing down at his feet. It was horrifying and most twisted memories he attained with his father at the side. The devilish grin and the heartless laugh is still haunting in his dreams, his nightmare hungers of his fear being the one who HE laughs at. Putera Hamzah hates his father with his guts but until he can be free from this wretched land, he’d have stay under the radar and continue worshipped his father.
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Maharaja Shah stepped in front of Putera Hamzah and stare him down or slightly upwards because of his height and straight up telling him,
“My orders are indefinite as this kingdom’s true emperor. It is religiously expected for my people to be beneath me and obey every last word I say.”
Maharaja Shah’s tone went North as Putera Hamzah’s gaze went even South.
“You dare question my commands? Huh?!” Putera Hamzah went silent but his fists had a lot to say.
“For as long as I have the title ‘emperor’ craved within these walls, I will act as I please and that includes you, understand?! Remember, you’re just a pretty prince. You contribute nothing but your face.”
After Maharaja Shah had warned Putera Hamzah and stormed out of the room, Putera Hazmah let his fist smashed the mirror beside the window, ignoring the bloody trail trickled down from his hands and onto his robe. It isn’t fair for his father get to do what he wants when he’s the one who should belong in the pits of hell. It is not right of what he had done to this country. It was never right.
“Curse you! I pledge to you father…soon, I will have it my way, oh dear worthless father…”
Nearly at the sight of night outside the window, Putera Hazmah caught a glimpse of a person ponder at the moon while tying their hair. A woman if he had to guess.
“Now, who would that be?”
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-End Chapter One-
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