(Former) Prince's Wife
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"I'm looking for you."

"I'm looking for you all over town."

"Until you come to the hospital, I look for you there."

"Aren't you happy to be in the hospital?"

"Almost every month you stay there."

I smiled obliquely looking at the injured gaze of the man.

"Of course I'm still in the hospital. Isn't it my job to stay in the hospital, replace your beautiful ga.dis?"

The man is silent. His voice is no longer heard. The flutter isn't filtered or so he thinks of me.

Think of me as an eternal hospital resident.

I'm approaching the bed. Swiping the head of a still-loyal baby asleep. He is not usually disturbed by the number of people.

There were many famous doctors examining him.

They all gradually left since I approached the bed.

Apparently, their respect did not diminish. Bend over to me and dare not look at me.

Though I'm sure, they have understood about my current status.

No official's wife lives separately. While I only came two days after the accident happened to Mas Indra and Aden.

"Thank you for the explanation. I'm sure Aden is in good hands" I said as a closing greeting to them.

This room is also open. I don't care about Mas Indra who is still mute. Didn't even answer the greetings from the doctors.

I returned my focus to my little angel.

Aden's face was very pale. And yes, it was very hot.

Aden's fever is so high.

"That monitor's from Ratih's room?" ask me without turning.

"Yes. The impact on his head was terrible. He protected Aden with all his might. Even if he releases Aden, he can still survive. You chose the nanny very well well." Indra answered quickly.

I was stunned to hear that. Ratih has always taken good care of Aden.

If Aden continues to grow up inside here, maybe the boy will think of Ratih as his mother.

It'sit's okay. As long as Aden grows well. Ratih has a great motherly soul, even though he has not had children.

The maternal affection that Aden needs will not be lacking. Ratih can give it to you.

"What do you think? Take Aden on your way."

"You can ask. Aden's been looking for you ever since you stepped away."

I shakes in disbelief. The coach is always reliable. Not once twice did Aden cry and go berserk.

Ratih can always calm him down and invite him to play cheerfully.

"Giwa, Aden keeps whining looking for you. The bond between mother and child is very strong. He must be worried that his mother is living with those who have been after his mother's life."

"In that case, can you not reveal the status between us? That way, the mother of your child can live in peace."

The man was silent again. Not answering me like that.

Is it so hard to state our current status?

Or else she wants to protect her girl until their wedding day arrives?

Their wedding preparations must have been longer than mine.

There was no way the man would give a casual party to his girl.

"Aden, I entrust you. If this happens again, I'm not afraid to disappear with your heirs" I added.

"Why don't you stay back here?"

"I have no rights!"

It's so annoying to talk to him. If I had more strength than his family, I would have taken Aden out of this place.

I may be the worst mother. Being able to stay away from babies who still need my role.

But I can assure you it was the best decision.

Taking Aden away would make the Mas Indra family beaver and it was very possible that they would forcefully separate us, then I could no longer get close.

Letting them take care of Aden, I can still see Aden without hiding.

Besides, being with me, Aden's life isn't necessarily safe.

So many heirs in these lands stretched out again, their lives lost because they were hidden outside the confines of the palace.

The percentage of safety of princes and princesses who were raised outside the power of the palace was not up to ten percent.

Unless they are not recognized.

Aden, do I love him?

Hugely. That's why I stayed away from him. I don't want to stay by his side.

Hope our next meetings can lighten the burden on my heart.

Removing the longing that appears every time you remember a plain face that always smiles at me.

"You don't love me anymore? Don't want to live with me? I remember you were so happy with every rain. This coffee and arm is your favorite, right?"

Sillier. A very silly question.

I did not answer the question - the question***** it.

These eyes prefer to look at Aden who is sound in his sleep.

His stomach was going up and down funny. His breathing sounds normal. There were no wounds on his body. Just a fever, as the doctors say.

The sound of the chair being heard by my ears.

I didn't think he was pulling a chair on the side of the bed and sitting on it.

Our distance is so close. If he leaned his body, our faces would stick together.

"I'm hurt too. You don't want to check my condition? My wound was caused by the man you hid in the house."

"You're after him?" many guessed. The word hide in his sentence made me think so.

"I'm the one who's hurt."

Mas Indra's answer clearly showed a strange situation.

Apparently, Kusuma hurt Mas Indra not only because of me.

These two men are fighting. They attack each other to kill.

In getting rid of his competitors, Mas Indra never said anything.

Staying three years and tasting a lot of spicy dishes, could not make me think positively about the way Mas Indra got rid of its competitors.

Eliminating lives was not a big thing among them.

So did Kusuma and Mas Indra.

Can I keep my son's enemies in the house?

Mas Indra and Aden are one package. It is unlikely for Kusuma not to touch Aden.

Or do I keep him in order to read his movements?

At least one barrier to Aden's peaceful life, I'm done.

"Please bear the responsibility, Mrs of the house."

The annoying guy was making a sound again.

I stood up and crossed. Keep a distance from him who leaned into the mattress, which was still warm by the heat of my body.

"It seems, you already know the problem of that car and let yourself drive it!"

"A very cruel statement" said Mas Indra full of pain for my accusation against him.

The man's sad face did not dampen my judgment.

Every place and every time, there was always his shadow bodyguard. Who hide and mingle. Who understand various machines and strategies.

Just a car brake, not a big machine for them.

His retainers would not allow Mas Indra to go without conducting checks.

Mas Indra rubbed his face violently.

"I chased the bird that flew out of my cage. He's flying very fast. Driving like the wind and the storm is not a problem for him."

I rolled both balls of my eyes.

"You're very good at combing," my lips.

Our conversation came to a halt as the doorknob without the sound of a greeting, spun and opened wide.

A woman with a tray in her hand appeared. A sweet smile rose on his face.

My face is red. My eyes glanced sharply at Mas Indra.

The man just fell silent.

"WOULD EVERYONE GET IN AND OUT OF THE PRINCE'S ROOM?!"

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