Chapter 2
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For a moment the pockmarked face was cramped and stiff, the cleaver slipped from his hand, his eyes wide-eyed forward. Then he screamed in horror, his hands clasped his stomach that was bleeding a lot and his body began to sway to the right, his legs staggered and finally, he collapsed like a banana tree that was crushed by someone!
The black face had been standing there and dumbfounded, almost in disbelief at what he had witnessed. After seeing his friend collapsed without moving, he realized that he was not dreaming. He held the spear in hand. In fact, he had felt horrified and terrified to face this extraordinary princess, but he intended to knock her down with a single thrust of his spear.
Dara Lasmi was very calm. When the spear aimed at her chest gliding fast, she just shifted her legs and tilted her body so that the spear that was thrust slid past her side, then before her opponent could pull the spear back, her left hand quickly caught the shaft of the spear and her foot stepped forward with the dagger in the right hand which was still covered in blood. it's ready to stick.
However, the black face turned out to be cowardly and suddenly let go of hers spear then turned around and ran headlong! Dara Lasmi let go of the spear and looked with her chest still choppy with anger, seeing the person who was running fast and only the two feet of that person appeared as if they were kicking their own a*s!
Diah Ratnawulan ran to hug her mother. Only then did Dara Lasmi lose her anger and she thanked Gusti the Greatest that only two people attacked her. If there are many people who attack her, even though she will be able to protect herself, it is not certain that she will be able to protect her children.
This thought made her quickly enter her home again and when she came out soon after, she had turned into a woman dressed in rags and her face was full of mud and charcoal, covering her beauty. So, this poor woman went out of the western gate.
Fortunately for her, the battle was going on in the northern part of the city and she was able to get out of Lumajang safely. With quick action, she took her daughter and ran on to the west. Even though Diah Ratnawulan is only ten years old, she has a hard heart like her mother. Even though she felt how tired and sore her legs were, she strengthened her heart and bit her lip, continuing to walk half-running beside her mother.
It was only after they had walked for a long time and far left the city that they screamed cheers the people who were fighting were not heard from again, Ratnawulan complained and said slowly.
"Mother. Don't we rest first?"
Dara Lasmi stopped and looked down at her daughter's legs. Her heart ached as if she had been pricked by a knife when she saw how her daughter's two feet were swollen and the edges had cracked.
Her heart ached as if she had been pricked by a knife when she saw how her daughter's two feet were swollen and the edges had cracked. Two tears dripping down quickly embraced her child.
"Sweet, we can't rest yet.?" Dara Lasmi stopped and looked down at her daughter's legs.
Her heart ached as if she had been stabbed by a knife when she saw how her daughter's two feet were swollen and the edges had cracked. Two tears dripped down and she quickly embraced her child.
"Sweet, we can't rest yet, not far enough from Lumajang. Come on you, I'm holding you, daughter! "
After saying this, Dara Lasmi then carried her child and continued running again, straight towards the west where Mount Mahameru was towering. As a senopati wife who can also be called a nobleman, she rarely travels outside the house from the house, let alone travels that far, which she has never done.
So, of course, the soles of her feet became weak and the skin on her feet was soft as silk. Now, travelling long distances through the rocky ground and crashing through thorny plants, both her feet had been injured and the soles of her feet had even become swollen and cracked.
However, she strengthened herself while carrying his child who was tired, she ran into the forest at the foot of Mount Mahameru. The day began to get dark because of the upcoming twilight. After arriving in the lonely forest, did she stop relaxing near a creek with very clear water? She lowered Diah Ratnawulan, who immediately sat on the grass and rubbed her feet, which were very sore.
The girl started crying slowly while complaining. "Does your leg hurt, Wulan?" asked her mother in a voice full of pity.
Ratnawulan only nodded and her mother then examined her daughter's feet, which had cracked skin on the soles. She then carried her ankle into the creek and washed her feet Ratnawulan screamed in pain because of the wounds on the soles of her feet when exposed to the cold water, it was very painful and painful.
"Let it hurt a little, Wulan. These wounds must be washed, otherwise, they will become swollen and intensify. "
After Ratnawulan's feet were washed clean, Dara Lasmi then cut off the ends of her kemban (waistband) with a keris and wrapped her daughter's legs. After that, only then did she wash and bandage her own two feet and the two unfortunate people then rested under a ketapang tree. The pain in her leg eased and this made Ratnawulan feel the hunger that attacked her stomach.
Several times she looked at her mother who was sitting daydreaming as if she had lost her enthusiasm, but she had not opened her mouth since morning, even earlier her mother had not eaten and was also advised that her mother had not brought any food, so she did not dare to say that her stomach was hungry.
"Mother," finally the child's voice broke the silence.
Her mother looked and seemed to have just woken up from a dream because he then approached her daughter and embraced her. Her head was grabbed and held on her lap and again the tears began to roll down her lashes.
"What's wrong, Wulan? Does your leg still hurt? "she suppressed her feelings in order
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