(Former) Prince's Wife
001

"... please defendant pronounce talaq pledge for plaintiff."

I inhaled air with slightly congested lungs.

Just a little, because indeed the end of this marriage is ultimately a farewell.

I am a village woman named Sri Sugiwa, married by a very powerful man, Raden Sri Indraputra.

At first there was only confusion as to why such an extraordinary man would look at me, who had nothing more.

Then great happiness came, because it was easy to do many things in front of people who were reluctant, and got a lot of wealth for one visit.

I'm not a hypocrite. I really like all that.

Even though at that time Indra was just about to get acquainted, had not stepped into a higher level.

Until the beautiful full night. A tired night. After we finish the rituals and customs of the wedding.

He said coldly, "I hope you don't raise yourself too much. This marriage took only three years to complete. You sign, there are some things you'll get."

"Why..?" ask me that time. Shaking certainly. Marriage is sacred to me. One time in a lifetime is my dream.

And now, the deal?

I'm not a fool who doesn't understand the direction of this conversation. Merely, I still wish my great master was joking over his words.

"Sign or do you want our wedding to be over tonight?"

He didn't give me an answer. Just got me to sign the agreement.

I already married him. It's not funny to part on the bridal night.

I signed it too.

A letter telling me to play the role of a husband and wife who looks friendly. Silence over everything done by him. And not demanding too much.

Then I realized it.

He had many enemies wrapped up in the darkness of the night.

Many times I have been kidnapped and treated badly.

In the end, he saved me.

At first I thought he was just a cold guy who had a hard time saying love.

It struck me that on the eve of our first wedding anniversary, I, who had been kidnapped, was hiding behind a storage shed.

At that time, I saw him with a woman with a beautiful face.

His body is very visible.

My alloy of kayak and its dangers, there is no difference except about its very small size.

That woman is my husband's lover.

Marry me just to trick the world. Made me a target to kidnap his enemies.

While he was making out with other women, before finally deciding to save me as a complement to his drama.

I am not a woman who will give up all my heart before knowing him fully.

Then I deleted his name which was slightly imprinted in the corner of my heart.

I am a village girl who people say innocently, now can no longer smile generously at many people.

Three years was enough of a lesson for me.

Hardening of heart, raising self-esteem, raising authority, and expanding acquaintances.

I don't think it's too bad.

So it was easy for me to take off the man. Except for one thing.

"You're happy to be separated from me?"

There was a furious tone tucked in his voice. I don't know why his voice sounded trembling.

Crying because of me?

Come onl. I knew he would never think of me.

This must be, a complement to the drama.

"I'm sorry if I left a wound. I'm just a village girl who can't stand any threats. Sorry for being so weak, mom."

I can also balance your drama, mas.

I cupped both hands to my chest as Mas Indra was about to greet me. Then I kissed the back of my mother-in-law and father-in-law's hands.

They are forever my parents.

Mother-in-law and father-in-law never did anything bad. Accept what it is.

Even they are the reason I survived until the end of the agreement, after my heart insisted on divorce from my husband.

They were kind and always thinking about both of my parents. Even when they got the hajj furoda call, they took my parents with them.

Three years, seems like a good time not to break up too soon.

"Son, if you really feel afraid of Indra's enemies, you can stay with us" said the mother-in-law softly.

While the father-in-law seemed to regret this divorce, but he was more silent.

I'm sure he knows his son's habits backstage.

"Mother, forgive me for being this weak."

"Ah. Excuse me.. I know it's heavy. You have always lived in peace, certainly not in power with all the cold wars in our family. Forgive us who were insensitive, especially during the last abduction.."

Siti Maryam, that's my mother-in-law's name. He is very loving. No matter the friend or foe, he who has an educational background as a nurse, does not hesitate to take care of those who are injured.

And I can be sure my mother-in-law knows how much physical injury I received, even though I was wrapped in bandages.

Last abduction, I remember when my husband was going out of town, of course with his beloved lover.

The kidnapper called her over and over again, and she coldly said she didn't need me.

Unlike the usual scenario, it comes straight after the kidnapper calls.

My heart is the part of my body that is heavily injured.

The kidnappers are really launching the threat. Attacking myself.

Their punches don't play.

Then Mas Indra came with a million plays.

Toying painku.

I no longer hesitate, to part according to our agreement. Enough three years together.

I am no longer tempted by the kindness of my family. My body and mentality would be broken if I survived alone, while my husband had fun with other women.

I'm just an ordinary human being, whose nature wants to be noticed.

I'm just an ordinary woman, hoping to get a caring husband.

"I apologize to my mother. Can't survive just because ..that thing."

"It's okay, son. We were wrong. Don't hesitate to come home. Hopefully next, you get the best partner, who can take care of you.."

Mother-in-law is very emotional. I couldn't help but cry.

We cried together, before finally getting out of the courtroom.

I got ahead of them, got out of the courtroom. Surely they have a lot to say so that the judges and witnesses do not publish the news of our divorce.

Silent. That's how I feel when I'm tracking down the aisle of a religious court. This trial was conducted in a closed manner. Totally closed.

The court that was supposed to serve, closed for three consecutive days, just to ensure the safe passage of our trial.

Overharvesting.

Apparently I'm still not used to this privilege.

We're too different.

I don't feel too exaggerated if others know my current status.

But they must have been ashamed when the sacred sacred bond, which was supposed to end until the end of life, had ended halfway and smeared their majestic faces.

Riding the car was driven by Mr. Mamat, a confidant whom I had recruited outside the power of Mas Indra and his family.

Right, from them I have learned to stand on my own feet.

I've recruited a lot of people, who the upper class refer to as followers.

It's nothing, just as a shield to protect yourself and loved ones.

Worrying always enveloped my family in the village. Afraid they'll be dragged into the war that's going on in the city.

In the shadows, my followers protect them. My dear ones.

"Sir, stop by my father's house for a moment" I asked.

Mamat raised his eyebrows. He, as a person who has been with me for almost two years, must be confused.

He saw for himself the effort I made to escape from Mas Indra.

A lot of the drama my husband did, I mean my ex-husband, as if he really loved me.

From banning verbally to making a failed investigation five times my divorce filing.

His face was always pleading, like a husband would not let go of his beloved wife.

Cheap drama.

"Will you see Aden?"

I stiffened at Mr. Mamat's question.

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