(Former) Prince's Wife
019

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?

Don't know.

For a moment I thought, do I deserve to be in this position?

Crackling with women who greeted me on top of the guarantee, they were all classy, graceful, and insightful women.

I made a match with Mas Indra for a classic reason.

Mas Indra was interested in my grandfather.

A monk who loved me very much, turned out to be a sultan's eye.

His science is very high. Worldly or hereafter, I just found out when the introduction period and Mas Indra continued to flatter my grandfather.

My grandfather was not a religious leader, he only had a lot of rice fields, which have now been distributed to seventeen children and most of them donated to the citizens.

When I was a child until I was a teenager, I only saw my grandfather as a simple farmer.

When the mind is perfect and able to understand the words of the people who often give snacks without a special event, I also know grandfather is so rich.

Rich in the real sense.

Put supplies in public.

Grandfather who was just busy farming, teaching me agricultural science, turned out to be very extraordinary.

Grandfather was able to fathered and put forward the postulate, but never showed it in front of the famous village ustadz.

Listen, even ask for opinions.

I didn't get to learn from him. Grandfather died when I didn't understand why the whole village was crying for his death.

"I'll be meeting out of town in a week. You're good at home."

Although Mas Indra said that with a flat face, I felt the attention in each sentence.

I'm very confident.

My days passed with great pleasure.

One day before Mas Indra's arrival from work, my father and mother-in-law, I mean Kanjeng Romo and Kanjeng Ibu came.

The excitement happened in my house. My husband's house, I mean.

The chef who used to handle the family's meal was on vacation.

I, who was not very picky in food, gave her a holiday ration when she asked for permission.

Unimagined this time I will face the in-laws. By ourselves.

Their food is special, it cannot be arbitrary. I'm really dizzy.

"How about the lady make some soup and some food that the lady can. Kanjeng Romo and Kanjeng Ibu, would love to," advised a senior lady-in-waiting,

"Can I?" mumamku doubtful.

My cooking is not good. Even though they called me a country girl, I only knew how to grow crops in the fields.

Rarely cook because I told you, I don't choose.

Unripe vegetables, undercooked noodles, hard or too soft rice.

As long as it is not stale, I must have devoured the one that is in front of me. Except jengkol.

Yep. It doesn't really reflect the village woman, does it?

Saying basmalah, I started cutting carrots. I'll make vegetable soup.

I was very focused and careful in making the first meal for my two in-laws. My ears are busy listening to the direction of the chef who has been connected to my phone.

He was on a faraway island. It takes a long time to prepare a dish.

Indeed, the journey from there to here only took three hours.

But after that, people who just returned from the outside must sterilize themselves. Clothes, body.

People call it the oven house. Because in the house it was filled with hot steam. All bacteria must be gone.

After that they had to bathe the seven flowers in seven baths.

Just wear a prepared array.

While the barik chef has not come out of fumigation.

"Mrs ... Why do you put a ruler on the table?"

The voice behind me was very soft. But still the name suddenly makes the heart jump.

My fingertips were scratched by a knife.

While the others...

throw away my symmetrical carrot chunks.

They say the vegetable is no longer hygienic.

Though .... the blood on my hand did not pour down at all.

Wanna be angry. Free. I'm being chased for time.

I finally cut the vegetables.

The cocky taste was gone when my dish was finished and it didn't taste too messy.

There is vegetable soup, tempeh, tofu, sambal, and lalapan.

Not going to make fried chicken.

For me, this is special. For my cooking skil.

But there is no way this cuisine means anything to them.

I sat down at the end of the table. My clothes were filled with the smell of sweat.

Walking into the room. Shower and change clothes.

When the water fell on my head, the feeling of dizziness and fatigue immediately disappeared. My body relaxes again. I will face the in-laws with a burning spirit.

He said the in-laws were happy to judge the in-laws' cooking with unfair value.

I will hold my heart.

Repeat two sentences repeatedly.

"I don't feel good. No need to take heart."

I was whistling when I came out of the bathroom. My habits when my mind is filled with prejudices.

I throw away all unnecessary thoughts.

Breezed into the changing room with a heart that tried cheerfully.

Although actually, this heart is timid.

Like there's a drum in it.

I just peeled and I picked the robe hanging in this room. The games cost millions, giving Indra mas to me.

Isn't it amazing?

The first time we met, we had so many surprises.

Actually I rarely wear a robe, but to wear other clothes, it is more impossible.

In this room, other than Mas Indra's clothes, there are only gamis and kebaya.

Again, I'm not the village girl they think I am. I prefer to wear trousers and long clothes and hair wrapped in rectangular cloth, which is sometimes not covered perfectly.

It's very difficult to move with the kebaya, I prefer to wear a robe, although it must be just as difficult.

"Mrs, Kanjeng Ibu and Kanjeng Romo are almost there."

"Yes. I'm ready" I said before opening the door.

I threw an awkward smile at the suddenly silent senior lady-in-waiting and watched me from top to bottom.

He cleared his throat, before saying a sentence.

"Sorry, madam. Kanjeng Romo and Kanjeng Mom are visiting privately. No need to close like that. You must wear a kebaya."

I didn't get to protest. Senior Dayang has brought his flock to enter my room.

"Mrs, are you wearing this change yourself or are we wearing it?"

I shuddered in horror at his choice.

Although it is not perfect to close the aurat, I am very embarrassed to show the other parts.

Even when I was sick, I would rather clean in the bathroom alone than with my mother.

There's a lot of shame in here.

"I wear it" I said resignedly.

The face of the senior lady was very sad. I can't argue.

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