(Former) Prince's Wife
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"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 both, then caught by Mbak Aini.

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

Aini looked very angry.

"How dare the man be alone with another woman, while her son is sick! Does he have no brains!?"

Waw, just this time I heard Ma'am Aini swearing.

Apparently the gentle woman could be angry.

I'm silent not responding to the swearing of Mbak Aini. Confused, should you be angry because you see your husband alone or should you be sad because your husband looks turned away?

I feel unworthy of those two things.

Since the beginning Mas Indra has declared itself not to expect more.

Although finally the man touched me under the pretext of giving a bathin living, so as not to become an ungodly husband.

I remember that day.

Seven days after we officially became husband and wife, she came to me with a shady face.

We have just finished welcoming the arrival of the famous ustadz. He explained the meaning of leaders in countries and households.

For the first time Mas Indra came without a condescending look.

He even sat next to me. Holding my hand.

"You heard yourself delivered ustadz .. two children of married man, his agreement shook the arsy of the Powerful. This bond is not play. We can't play with a contract."

I was stunned to hear Mas Indra's words. I know that too. Haram is called a contract marriage.

If contract marriage is justified, then why do the clerics perform the marriage of the Shia?

"You want to fulfill our mandatory worship on this one? We've been postponing our obligations for a week."

The look in his eyes that adored me made me powerless to surrender.

I nodded at his invitation.

"Refresh your body. Then we pray two raka'at. Sunnah that we also forget."

I did everything he commanded. Bathe with a lot of fragrances, ablution and prayers two raka'at behind it.

Embarrassed I was wearing the thin clothes my mother-in-law gave me.

When Mas Indra reached the room, I hurried to put on the face that I had previously hung behind the door.

We performed two raka'at prayers in the living room. My room is too narrow to perform jama'ah prayers.

For a moment Mas Indra was called father, they talked for a while and then heard the roar of the motor belonging to father go away. The house people are all gone.

Leaving us alone.

"You ready?" tanya Mas Indra's.

His eyes were judging. His eyes were like saying, "Are you sure you're wearing a face to start the first night's ritual?"

"Turn off the lights, Mom."

Indra turned off the lights. The dark immediately greeted. But there is a bright light from the roof of the house that is left open.

Old type house that still relies on moonlight at night.

I used to sleep with the moonlight. Never close the precarious open up there.

I pulled my neck. Open it in doubt when the face hole has moved away.

Then I felt the face move away from my body.

Mas Indra threw it away with origin.

My eyes immediately collided with the sturdy chest that was stretched out.

Apparently I'm not the only one taking off my clothes.

When I looked up, I saw a marble wrapped in cloth and meat, up and down irregularly.

Under the moonlight, I saw Mas Indra's eyes burning.

Finally, the night that was supposed to be present seven days ago.

Perhaps because Mas Indra had already completed the marriage chapter, our union did not hurt.

He was clutching like a flower.

So hearty.

Her movements are soft and sweet.

The atmosphere felt very sad.

Perhaps it was because our faith was high, after hearing the religious advice by ustadz famous invitation of the father-in-law.

Even our hearts are being struck happy, having shared around. The neighbors and the underprivileged, the mother-in-law's invitation.

The evening before morning will be memorable in the heart, if only Mas Indra did not open his mouth — before stepping outside to meet the guests.

"There are always rights and obligations in each bond. Although our marriage ended later, we are now legal as husband and wife. You fulfill your duty, and I will always fulfill my duty. Be a obedient wife!"

It is sad that my heart hears his words. He's still discussing the end of the wedding after our sweet activities last night.

But the next surprising thing happened.

When I came out of the room, I saw Mas Indra having breakfast with my family. Sit on a mat.

Enjoy a simple breakfast.

His face did not seem aversion. Even a few times scooping the mother's cooking, without shame.

When wrapped food, in his home Mas Indra spent all the dishes alone.

Mas Indra loves mother's cooking.

"Come here.."

Mas Indra told me to sit down when I was confused by the breadth of the room.

Mas Indra's room is as large as the entire house. Makes me feel small. Fearful of my village attitude ruining the beautiful materials that filled the rooms.

Mas Indra didn't care about any of that. He took my hand. He told me to sit on the side of the bed.

"You fulfill your duty. Be a strong wife. Don't weak. You're my wife. Can't be weak. Everything you have to face by puffing your chest. Remember, there's no need to be afraid!"

"Yes, Mum."

"Tomorrow, arrange the house as you please. Remember, just set. No need to cook, no need to cook. You just tell the subordinates. Don't hesitate every time you need something."

I nodded obediently. Although in doubt, because all this time I never told people.

My life cycle is only around the house.

There's someone I can tell. I used to do everything alone.

Somewhat hesitant to be able to command people for personal gain.

But I can't answer my husband. I can only nod whenever I hear her talk to start working like a mistress.

The next day Mas Indra left early in the morning blind. I woke up at dawn. It is almost too late to perform the morning prayers.

When the water is on, what comes out is very hot water. My skin is flushed from using hot water as ablution water.

Not having time to move to another room to look for a normal shower.

Fear of the dawn passing by.

Luckily the heat left no wounds.

I rushed to find frost in the refrigerator to calm my skin.

When I turned around, I realized there were so many people there.

They stand like porcelain statues.

It's beautiful like a painting. Their bodies were sturdy, seemingly not going to fly despite being hit by the storm.

Remember the words of Mas Indra for me to organize the house.

Did they stand up to hear the orders?

I doubt I thought about what to do. Because food is available. I can smell it.

The floor along my footrest, impeccably clean.

What else should I order?

This atmosphere is so gripping. They just kept quiet without saying a word.

I'm a dick, are they statues or humans?

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