(Former) Prince's Wife
002

"Will you see Aden?"

I stiffened at Mr. Mamat's question.

Aden...

I brushed off his shadow.

Without answering my driver's question, I stepped into the mansion I called the ancient palace, because its shape had not changed for hundreds of years.

Continue until you reach the palace's backyard.

There is a joglo pendopo that was established specifically for the successor to the palace ndalem.

My steps continued to swing into the joglo form house with newer forms. Entering a room bright by the sunlight.

Air circulation feels cool even without air conditioning.

A young girl stood up from the bed located in the middle of the room.

I raised my hand before he did anything useless. Composed in front of me.

"Mrs, is it okay that I stay here?"

"You ask?"

I folded my hands on my chest. Look at the pale white girl.

He's down. Realizing his mispronunciation.

I like to repeat words the least.

My eyes scanned around. Pay attention to rooms that are dominated by green and pastel chocolate.

This room is the same as usual.

The location corresponds to the first time.

The side of the wall is plain, placed a study table complete with a small library filled with insight books.

The side of the wall is crowded with various characters of flowers and buildings, there is a large mirror to easily pay attention to the quality of self.

To take care of the body is to keep the blessings of God.

Every day ensuring a healthy and complete body is a way of gratitude.

Especially skin health.

I remembered how delicious fast food was in town, so that a whole year did not touch healthy food, except when in front of other people.

I'm not so concerned about my body changing that it's starting to feel bad.

Because of the bad effects of fast food, the impact of my pregnancy.

It changed my body drastically.

My skin is broken and my body is enlarged. Without knowing it, I was wearing my usual clothes.

Red is my favorite. The color is right with my fair yellow skin.

Unfortunately, that day I did not notice my body. Wearing the kebaya as usual.

Forgetting the stomach that bulged because of food and pregnancy factors, which at that time I did not know.

Walking away to the hall of the wedding anniversary party, accompanied by him who wears matching beskap.

As usual, after a long period of time, I looked for food. Retreat alon-alon when he was busy conversing with others.

Food is my main goal at every party. Taste every menu. Until the stomach feels bad.

Then suddenly felt a tug on my stomach loosening.

I retreated backwards, heading for the toilet to justify the clothes.

There, I heard people colluding, wanting to kidnap me.

They realize my existence. Their hands are trying to reach me.

I ran - Panting I ran.

I fled towards the storage shed, as there was no time to return to the main hall.

They'll find me on the way to the party hall.

It's impossible to ask around for help. The distance to the crowd is far away. The toilet is very long.

Towards the hall was the same as surrendering yourself.

Before entering the hall, there was only a room that stretched wide without distance.

I prefer to run towards the storage shed. There's a secret passage to the kitchen. I'm sure I'll be safe there.

The truth I found was very painful. Seeing my husband with another girl in a dim light.

They look very intimate.

The woman whose danger was the same as mine, was struggling spoiled in my husband's arms, as if she had gotten used to it.

There was no gesture of rejection from my husband. Sometimes even rubbed his hair.

"Honey, I heard your uncle colluded again. I heard in the toilet that people wanted to kidnap your wife. You wanna go? This is our second anniv! I've been patient enough to see you marry another woman!"

"Yes, honey. Just chill. Uncle won't kill me recklessly."

"Aren't you going to save her?"

"Tomorrow."

"So, when can I marry you??"

"Patience yes. Two more years is enough to convince them."

"Got long. You're not gonna fall in love with her, are you?"

"I don't want you to be their target. Let Giwa be your replacement, in their eyes."

Be ill.

It is very painful to know that my husband is cold not because of his character, but because he loves another woman.

I could hear their conversation from a considerable distance away, as there were not many items and people around.

Two big events at the same time, making my brain and my heart unable to stay awake.

I fainted.

When he woke up, the big news was delivered by the doctor.

The man's face looked hard. Maybe because I feel I've been stripped naked, caught by me.

Or because of the big news the doctor delivered, it was not pleasant to hear.

I contained his seed, which now had come to be a healthy handsome baby.

"I'm .. if I stay here without a mistress. You're the one who saved me and helped my family, where can I leave you?"

"Silent. You're here to get paid from my income. So, don't be shy."

The young woman nodded. His expression changed.

Maybe she thought I'd leave her in this grand house, after I told her to keep babysitting unplanned babies out into the world.

"If the new mistress is expelling you, just tell her that me and her husband have an agreement. You'll stay here as our babysitter. My son."

"Good, Madam.."

Then silence. We were silent without much conversation. Ratih, one of my subordinates, who is usually cheerful becomes silent. Maybe afraid of going back to talking wrong.

Ratih rushed to bed when the baby, who had just turned one year old three months ago, almost crossed the bed.

Aden, everyone calls my son.

I looked at Ratih, my son's nanny, who was playing with my son.

Without much movement, Ratih had moved Aden to the middle of the bed.

Ensure safety.

"Do you want to play with Aden?"

The voice of Ratih sounded blunt. Maybe he thinks I came to play with my son.

The child I gave birth to.

Children who attend without planning.

I stared at his face for a while, then looked at Ratih and shook my head.

"No" I replied firmly.

Maybe I was the worst mother. Letting my son be close to others, while I stay away from him.

I'm not that strong.

Not wanting to hinder my son from getting the best education and a very decent life.

If my heart is attached to her, I fear I will force myself to take her away.

Meanwhile, he was the son everyone was waiting for.

Our lives on the streets will not be peaceful. Everyone will be targeting us, both from those who want it or those who want to eliminate it.

I harden heart. Letting my son be by his father's side, which is better than me.

Even I've rarely been close to her, ever since she came out of my womb.

Maybe, I really am the worst mom.

But at least, one year later I have confirmed the sincerity of Mas Indra to his son, our son.

There is a side of the heart that is relieved after ensuring its safety.

I put all my subordinates by his side.

For this reason, criminals can kidnap me even in broad daylight.

I am gathering a lot of strength just for my son.

Me, not too bad, right?

"After getting out of here, you should be fine." said Ratih.

This time he couldn't hold my hand.

The former salivary girl must be worried.

Everyone was targeting me as a figure who was bothering their daughters to be with Mas Indra.

My life will not be peaceful, even though it has been separated from the status of Mas Indra's wife.

The man, showing a very sweet drama.

Makes everyone believe the story of his incredible love for me.

And behind the darkness, his true love lives in peace.

"Haha."

I laughed sweetly.

There was a hope that after knowing I was pregnant, she would leave her lover.

It turns out nothing is different.

Even now he is busy chatting with women who wear red kebaya.

The red kebaya that women always use on their anniversary.

Like mocking me.

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