(Former) Prince's Wife
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"If there is anything to say. Just say it," said Mas Indra as if he could read my mind.

"No" I answered.

I don't want to get involved with that guy anymore.

Years with him, always in trouble. I am only his wife who has no power or power.

What if I work with him? Become a business partner?

All I have in my life is being targeted by greedy sycophants.

Maybe, I'll do the plant business. I love to grow crops. Cold hands. Rarely damage the plants.

After that I no longer responded to Mas Indra.

The man continued to say the poem - sya'ir love.

In the ancient Javanese language that I do not understand entirely. It's just the word tresno that I understand.

Yep. That stupid to be a princely companion. The crown prince seems to.

"You're the real one. Pity your interlocutor doesn't understand what you're saying."

When I heard that voice, I looked up.

There looked a woman dressed in perfect Muslim clothes, appeared and threw a smile.

"Mbak Aini.." welcome me.

"We can say hello there is no answer. Aden's parents are apparently stealing time" joked Mas Amir, the husband of Mbak Aini.

Mas Amir is Mas Indra's cousin. His mother was the younger brother of his father-in-law.

He married the ruler of the next country.

Although far away, my relationship and they are closer than the other Mas Indra brothers.

It's like Aini's sister.

The joke was not at all in the heart. We're that close.

"Wa'alaikumussalam," said Mas Indra and Sekempak.

Aini and her husband chuckled.

"You guys are a soul mate. Not horrified. His late reply was also together," always Mbak Aini made us laugh together.

We talk lightly. The men occasionally alluded to the construction in their place.

Aini's mother is different from me. Although it rarely displays the impression of the Javanese nobility with his clothes, his words and knowledge surpass many talented women in my country.

He understood Java more than those who dressed in Javanese style. Like me.

"Ouch. Ouch. The handsome guy woke up apparently. I still don't want to be the same brother."

"She dong. Sister time," said Mas Amir.

Aini's mother gave her husband a horse-grin. The woman who was still alone with her husband was fond of my son.

Sholawat shahdu was heard.

Mas Amir and Mas Indra left the room when I looked at the Adhan.

Huh. Had been told to pray dzuhur bersama'ah in the mosque, hard to ask for forgiveness.

Now there is his brother-in-law who is more successful than him, follow him to the mosque and lick.

Uh. Astarghfirullah's.

"Dec, if you need a mother's milk, you can't."

I was shocked by the words of Mbak Aini who arrived. Then my eyes fell on the milk bottle on the table.

Does Ma'am Aini think I'm using formula?

"No, mbak. Thank God ASIKu smoothly. This is all I'm milking and I'm putting it in a bottle."

"Oh. I thought you were using formula milk," Ma'am Aini said, making my guess right.

"Not really."

I chuckled small as a form of politeness.

I thought Ma'am Aini was joking with me.

Apparently not. His face was somehow gloomy.

"What's the Mpa out ASI?"

"Yes..."

I caught the sadness on his face.

His face was very cloudy.

"What's up, Ma'am?" I asked softly when Ms. Aini handed Aden to me.

I gave him his due while looking at Ma'am Aini who was sitting on the chair. Face with us.

"...I miscarried, deck."

Aini looked to take a breath. He seems to want a story companion. Kusap. Not returning the sad news because it was too shocked.

And again, it seems like Ma'am Aini wants a lot of stories.

I shut this mouth tight.

"You know. I'm very muna, very naive. I think everyone accepted me. Thinking everyone treated me the same way they treated me. In fact, those evil eyes were wandering around. Near me."

Ma'am Aini looked at Aden with a sad face.

It seemed like the gentle woman was thinking about her baby. His late son.

"Last week my third miscarried."

"Astaghfiullah!" pekikku.

I did not know the news of her pregnancy and suddenly heard the news of her third miscarriage.

Is it natural that I am in shock?

Moreover, I heard that the two of them postponed the first three to four years to get to know each other and explore their respective characters.

It's only the beginning of the fifth year. I don't think they got a child candidate that fast.

It turned out to be three miscarriages!?

"Yes. Three times, deck. And all died of impropriety. Not because of tired. Not because of weakness. Even though we say so."

Aini's mother cupped her face. Shed the tears that had gathered in the eye pelupuk.

"Food, deck. Food and diffuser. They're very cruel. Our baby is not even alive."

Flowing the story that Mbak Aini held alone.

In his place, Ma'am Aini is just like me. No powerful friends.

Relying on a husband, sometimes not always can be safe from danger.

Aini's mother who was so dear to her husband was able to lose three of their baby candidates.

I more or less understand Aini's condition.

Even if only on stage, I was shown as a dear wife. Everyone is targeting me.

I was grateful when I realized my pregnancy and birth were very smooth, without any significant problems.

Ma'am Aini, not like me who has difficulty eating in early pregnancy.

Always hungry and wanting to eat a lot of things.

With such a big desire, there is a reproach that haters do. Making a fetus in the stomach Aini's mother shed in just one night.

Very violent.

Both pregnancies came very quickly. It was as if God had allowed her to have children. In just one month after the miscarriage, Ms. Aini got pregnant again.

But, Ma'am Aini's body turned out to be weak. Falling miscarriages with diagnoses too weak.

In the third pregnancy, the last pregnancy, then Mama Aini and Mas Amir know it turns out the diffuser they use contains toxins, which are not deadly but can weaken to abort the womb.

I was speechless to hear the whole story of Madam Aini without cutting her off.

The world we entered was so cruel.

We were both originally just normal humans. See a living morning and a good night. But after entering this world, night and day are no different.

Always be overwhelmed with caution and excessive wass.

"I'm sorry. Makes you hear my dark story. Not that I meant adding to the burden of your mind. I just want to tell you."

"Not what, Ma'am. I'm so sorry for everything that happened to Ma'am. If you can give me advice." I said doubtfully.

"Please."

"..if I think anyway, mbak. y'all better move temporarily from where you live. Although the culprits have been caught, sorry, it does not prove where Mbak is safe. I think going temporarily is a good thing. But ... Husband's work is a constraint, huh mbak?"

I cursed my brain. It can be a non-solutive solution.

Of course, Aini is difficult to get out of the reach of traitors. Her husband's job cannot be abandoned.

If left for a long time, it would make it easier for the traitors to rule in the palace.

One week includes a very long time. Especially if you go until the content strengthens.

Ma'am Aini commented a smile.

His face is very shady. It was as if he had never been present. There was only a warm smile rising on his face.

"Thank you" said the sweet voice.

Aini is very good. Though my solution does not provide a solution, but still give thanks.

"In that case, can we stay here? Mas Amir will be quiet if he stays at his uncle's house."

I nodded in spirit. I'm glad to hear his request.

I will not be bored here.

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