(Former) Prince's Wife
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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?

"Kanjeng Nyonya, Kanjeng Pangeran ordered to start breakfast with him. He won't be long."

I jumped to hear his words.

The statue can speak.

I held out my hand to take the rice. I sat obediently. Piling hands on thighs.

As the servant I did not know his name said, Mas Indra came three minutes later.

I counted the clocks on the wall.

Mas Indra was not sitting in his chair. He walked over to me and put down a map.

"Your heart."

I didn't know there was another dowry. When Ijab kabul took place, I was in the room with the women from his side and my side.

When he reached the ijab table, he put on a ring and bracelet, and gave him a necklace and anklet in a red velvet box.

But there is still more dowry for me?

Even though the set of prayer tools given also included very expensive for me.

I know the price of a catalog book lined up neatly in the locker room.

"Open up!" mas Indra said as if impatient.

I took the map.

A little traumatized because the last map she was given was a treaty map that scratched my pride as a wife.

How surprised I am. The title shown in the first sheet shows the symbol of a large country, on it is written the word land and under it is a certificate, a certificate of ownership.

Mas Indra nodded. Although a smile had not yet appeared on his lips, the pair of sharp eyes showed honesty.

The certificate in my grasp is my dowry.

I also ventured to open the next page.

My eyes almost jumped out when I read the stuffing.

In elementary school I was always the champion of mathematics between the sub-districts.

I understand the meaning of the numbers that are blocked by the colon next to the broad word.

One hundred and fifty-seven arrived five hundred square meters.

What size?!

"It's..."

"Your maharmu. Is it too little? I prepared the closest. There's just that. The rest still belongs to Kanjeng Father and Kanjeng Mother."

"A little bit?" beoku doesn't believe it.

"How much do you want? Thirty acres? Or seventy? My mother got a dowry of eighty-eight acres, according to the year of their marriage. Is it even? Ninety acres. Or do you want to adjust your birth year? Ninety-six?"

"Eng. ngak this is excessive."

"Little that. Exaggerated from where?"

I didn't answer. I closed the book and gave it to one of the servants. Fear of splashing water when placed on the table.

Although, it's impossible.

"Good!"

The voice of Mas Indra was heard in my eardrum. He seemed to appreciate my move of wanting to get the waiter.

"Let's eat, Mas. Cold hunt. It'll be bad later," I said, distracting myself.

"Tasting the Lion chef is always good even when it's cold."

I stared at the man with the brown blankon standing behind Mas Indra.

It was fortunate that chef Lion smiled faintly, not offended by my words.

Mas Indra alone was too serious to respond.

After finishing eating, confused also want to do. Mas Indra is still in his place and I know I can't leave.

"Do you want something?" tanya Mas Indra confused me.

Want what? Just been given an astounding gift, is there still anything I should do?

"No."

"Go somewhere?"

Indeed, I want to go to historical places and tourist attractions in this region, but not right now.

Pegel.

I finally repaid Mas Indra with a slit.

Minutes by minutes passed, Mas Indra was still firmly in place. His back is not moving. And so did everyone else in the room.

Only I who back and forth straighten the body because the back is auto bend because it is a habit of sitting not upright.

My lips are kamit without sound. Because too much silence makes drowsiness attack.

Kulirik Mas Indra who is still in his position. Silence is not moving.

I finally stood up. Take the initiative yourself. Not wanting to fall asleep at the dinner table on the first day.

"I'm sorry to go back, Mom!"

Indra did not answer. Just makes me confused.

Scroll the waiter standing behind me. His leg position shifted. Just slightly. One centi. That means Mas Indra's silence is yes.

I finally decided to leave the dining room.

No voices of protest. No reprimand from the waiter. The meaning is correct, Mas Indra allowed me to leave the dining room first.

I traced the backyard. There is only a large grassland.

The incident continued to repeat for three days. Make me saturated.

I see the grasslands have risen. The land there is very fertile.

I took the hoe. Destroying some of the grass accompanied by a screech shocked men and women there.

When I picked up the organic trash in the kitchen, Mas Indra came up with a flushed face.

"Why are you picking up trash!?"

"I'm just looking for seeds. This is on the table, not in the trash! I'm not scraping trash, mas!"

Mas Indra seemed to catch his breath. Maybe he feels like I'm a slob for sorting through the skin of fruits and vegetables with open arms.

"What do you want to dismantle the backyard?"

"Crop vegetables."

"Guarden vegetable?"

"Sort of like that."

"Let the gardener do it."

"No, mas! The plis! I've been following you to keep an eye on the waiters, make sure of the house, and so on. Let me do my hobby. Yea?"

Mas Indra again gasped for breath. Like I made a big mistake. He examined me and the ground I had uncovered. Then a short nod. Very brief. It will not be visible if you do not pay close attention.

"good. Watch your look."

"Ready, Mas!"

His permission was a breath of fresh air for me. I can garden quietly.

Like my promise to her to be a good mistress at home.

I finished my gardening before noon.

I cleaned my body after telling the waiter to prepare my bath needs.

Then I made sure that chef Lion did his job well.

Asked her opinion about Mas Indra's favorite then I adjusted the dish for myself.

I'm no longer shy.

Served it tastes so good.

Now I understand how many people do everything so that this kind of pleasure is not disturbed by others.

To ban all means.

What in the future I will justify all means to be with Mas Indra, to be a woman?

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