Internal Politics
Posted: Sun Apr 16, 2023 11:42 am
After meeting with constituents in Semarang, Mahapatih Raharjo would opt to drive back to Surabaya, rather than fly, so he had some time to think about the state of affairs of Nusantara. Ignoring the security guards present, he would look out the window as his mind races through the various possibilities regarding the future of the nation.
What should be my next steps? We have discussions ongoing with the Americans about China, we are planning our bid for the Universal Exhibition, and our space program is almost operational. Not to mention that I am the one to personally oversee the fulfillment of Hayam Wuruk's dream of uniting the archipelago. And yet, what is next? I can only go down from here, it seems. Hmm... Well, the scenery sure is lovely today. Maybe I'll just focus on that for now, and put the affairs of state aside for a while.
With that, he sits back and watches the scenery pass him by.

An hour, just as his car is passing the city of Ngawi, his phone rings. Frowning, at the disturbance from his reverie, he picks it up, looking at the call display. Seeing that it is Slamet, he sighs and picks it up. "Yes, Slamet? ... Oh, right ... Alright, I'll be there in two hours or so. ... Why? ... They can wait two hours. ... Right, I understand. Goodbye."
Hanging up and putting the phone down, Raharjo sighs, looking back out the window. Now Maharaja Subroto had requested a meeting with him and his cabinet, immediately it would seem. Shaking his head he picks up his phone again and makes a call. "Hello, honey, it looks like I won't be home for dinner again tonight. ... I know, it's the fourth time this week. I wish things were different, but you know how it is. ... Yes, perhaps that would be wise. ... It's with my cabinet and the Maharaja. Probably something to do with internal affairs. ... I know, I miss you too. Tomorrow I will be there, I promise. ... You're right, that's not a promise I can make." He sighs audably, earning him a glance from the security guard in the front seat. "Well, I promise to be there as soon as I can. ... Yes, maybe so. How are the children? ..." He continues his call for a good hour and a half, speaking with his wife about personal affairs almost the entire drive back to Surabaya.
Once in the city, he has the security guards take him to the Maharaja's personal offices in the newly constructed parliament buildings. Once there, he would enter into the meeting room, where he would find the rest of his cabinet already waiting, along with the Maharaja. Smiling, he takes his seat and nods respectfully to the others present.

What should be my next steps? We have discussions ongoing with the Americans about China, we are planning our bid for the Universal Exhibition, and our space program is almost operational. Not to mention that I am the one to personally oversee the fulfillment of Hayam Wuruk's dream of uniting the archipelago. And yet, what is next? I can only go down from here, it seems. Hmm... Well, the scenery sure is lovely today. Maybe I'll just focus on that for now, and put the affairs of state aside for a while.
With that, he sits back and watches the scenery pass him by.

An hour, just as his car is passing the city of Ngawi, his phone rings. Frowning, at the disturbance from his reverie, he picks it up, looking at the call display. Seeing that it is Slamet, he sighs and picks it up. "Yes, Slamet? ... Oh, right ... Alright, I'll be there in two hours or so. ... Why? ... They can wait two hours. ... Right, I understand. Goodbye."
Hanging up and putting the phone down, Raharjo sighs, looking back out the window. Now Maharaja Subroto had requested a meeting with him and his cabinet, immediately it would seem. Shaking his head he picks up his phone again and makes a call. "Hello, honey, it looks like I won't be home for dinner again tonight. ... I know, it's the fourth time this week. I wish things were different, but you know how it is. ... Yes, perhaps that would be wise. ... It's with my cabinet and the Maharaja. Probably something to do with internal affairs. ... I know, I miss you too. Tomorrow I will be there, I promise. ... You're right, that's not a promise I can make." He sighs audably, earning him a glance from the security guard in the front seat. "Well, I promise to be there as soon as I can. ... Yes, maybe so. How are the children? ..." He continues his call for a good hour and a half, speaking with his wife about personal affairs almost the entire drive back to Surabaya.
Once in the city, he has the security guards take him to the Maharaja's personal offices in the newly constructed parliament buildings. Once there, he would enter into the meeting room, where he would find the rest of his cabinet already waiting, along with the Maharaja. Smiling, he takes his seat and nods respectfully to the others present.
