(Former) Prince's Wife
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"I'm curious about the night here."

"I showed you good places, Ma'am. Hope not to disappoint!"

"Sip!"

I was relieved to finally get out of this golden cage.

After making sure Aden is safe, I immediately greeted the presence of Mbak Aini in front of his room.

Look at that soft face.

As if I never got angry.

I hope there are no obstacles on the way tonight!

Ma'am Aini again and again was just wearing plain clothes. His robe even fluttered when it was blown by the wind.

Sometimes I feel inferior. When will I get to see him.

Women who are wrapped in faith. Only to her husband did she show herself.

At first I thought his body was as big as his clothes.

Apparently not. His body is ideal.

She hides her jewelry, really just for her husband.

"Sir, come!"

I gasped in shock when I heard Mbak Aini's invitation.

Apparently I daydreamed because I was fascinated by its simplicity.

We walked in tandem. I decided to use the horse carriage to make it more felt.

The village around the palace walls is still guarded in accordance with the buildings of the past.

Even so, do not ask the assets of the residents.

Simple but has hundreds of acres of land and rice fields.

"It's still beautiful here. The place has many new buildings," said Mbak Aini admiring the buildings that can still be categorized as historic buildings.

Seventy percent of the area has never been restored.

Although almost all parts of the building are made of wood, hundreds of years so sturdy standing on the ground.

"But there can be no building that exceeds the palace tower" I reply.

Although the government center here still maintains its beauty. Sometimes they do not have the firmness of new buildings that are built carelessly.

There are so many malls and new buildings, whose height exceeds the palace tower.

Sometimes I see that entrepreneurs are more powerful than leaders.

Just because more than eighty percent of the population still respected the royal family, building and living permits still had to pass through the palace.

The rest, I see them arbitrarily.

Liquor, young parties, butchers, they do a lot of activities openly at night.

Though clearly, the palace edict forbids all of that. As part of a law that has been running for eight hundred years.

"really so. So, when can we stay at the highest hotel?"

Ma'am Aini is from the village is not, from the city is not. He comes from a modest family living in a developing county.

Then married the prince, whose territory had no high buildings.

Must be curious about the tall building.

But I can't go there either.

To the building that had violated the palace's orders.

"Bak if you joke, don't be on the edge of the abyss" I replied seriously in a joking tone.

"Well can't you?"

"You know for yourself, they've broken the rules. If I go there, there can be a stir. The house people must be angry."

"So they didn't give you permission?"

"Izin anyway, has been warned about the existing regulations. But, that's it. There are people who want to be bribed by the hotel manager. So, stand up straight is the hotel. No responsibility, seven meters higher than the palace tower!"

"Why not just destroy it?"

"They're going to be torn about rights, this, that. Defended. Then we got bullied? We will be forcibly removed. Netizens right now, that's true viral. Without trying to check the real situation."

"Oh, we are in power, they must submit to our rules. As long as government regulations do not interfere and eat rights. This palace tower, our pride, must continue to be preserved. They don't respect. Why do we obey?"

"Has there ever been the same thing, ma'am?"

Initially so excited to stay at the highest hotel, definitely because they think they have got permission from the Mas Indra family.

In fact, it is still a member of the palace that gives permission, as the ruler of the local city. But he no longer belongs to Mas Indra's family. His blood is far away.

Increasingly made Mas Indra's grandfather furious. He also forbade all family members to set foot there.

"Yes, deck. Sure ever. There are only officials who want to get rich instantly. Taking bribes from entrepreneurs. We bombed the skeletons of their unfinished hotel."

"How can you?"

I was very surprised by Aini's words. The bomb and the news are always one. Where there are bombs, there must be journalists. Very coincidental.

Then a hotel that big was bombed and there was no news?

Really, weirdo!

"Haha. You think our bombs are just as rich in abal-abal bombs on the news?"

"Abal-abal's bomb?" beoku.

Aini did not answer. I rubbed my cheek in confusion. Explain what the abal-abal bomb means.

Everything designed for the sake of?

"They, the entrepreneurs actually will not be arbitrary if we can be firm. You've never heard the news, have you?"

I'm nodding.

"Because we've been negotiating. Not only the nobles, but also the people. Of course the people who have lodging, the more advanced to help us. Those who move to cover the mouth of the reporter."

"That's fine, ma'am?"

"Not really. Four story up. But the compact community helped us. They say they never heard anything."

Our conversation stopped when we reached the core of the kampung keraton tourist attractions.

Berderet local hawker stand made to resemble the old market.

Everything was built using wood. The lights are petromak.

Ma'am Aini looked happy with our night trip.

Looking back, I rarely enjoyed a leisurely walk like this. Especially at night.

Always high my alertness around. Make yourself can not relax for a moment.

I used to think it was common to be a pair of higher-ups then not be able to rest and always be targeted.

Early in the year of the wedding, I didn't expect much to be protected. Because I thought they, my husband and his staff, were being targeted in such a way that it was difficult to move to protect me.

In fact, my husband is very capable of protecting his loved ones.

No scuffing of the little stuff.

Apparently the longevity of both of them.

Mas Indra who said he had expelled Gendhis, the two of them were sitting on the marrow porridge stand.

Enjoy the dishes with romance.

So many rose petals on the table. Love-shaped candles were lying on the table.

Despite the dimness, I can't forget those two figures.

As before I found them in the shadows.

Behold, Mas Indra even rubbed the red lips of Gendhis, who did not forget his red kebaya.

"Sir, isn't that your husband?"

I stared at the horror of Ma'am Aini who was already standing by my side.

It turns out he has completed his activities.

Earlier, Mbak Aini was seriously trying to gamelan our region which is quite different from the gamelan of his territory.

I also prepared dinner for him.

It turned out to find two figures, which I thought one of them would never meet again —, seeing the words of Mas Indra who had driven him away.

But here I am. Seeing the two together, then caught by Mbak Aini.

The face of the next state capital candidate, red smoldering.

Aini looked very angry.

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