(Former) Prince's Wife
020

"I wear it" I said resignedly.

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

After putting on the stifling kemben, I came out. Shame also shows my shoulder to others.

Even my thighs were exposed because of the smallness of this kemben.

Senior Dayang did not express himself, nor did the other servants. Their faces are flat.

Are they used to seeing sights like this?

Despite not wearing the hijab, their kebaya covered their hands and feet. I was embarrassed to show my shoulders and thighs.

It feels like naked.

Regardless of my nervousness, they came to me. Welcomed the one who just came out of the dressing room. It's circling me and helping me prepare.

They put on rags. Pull it until it feels tight in my chest.

Want to protest, but later the cloth becomes loose and it will be embarrassing.

"Mrs, please take your breath."

Holding back my chest that was not used to being pulled this strong, I pulled my slightly protruding stomach.

They put on belts.

It feels more crowded.

I was told to eat vegetables.

I think their kebaya is the same.

It was not as simple as my kebaya in the village.

They put on kebaya, then tie it with a belly belt.

Water is hard to get into this body.

Tied to my chest, stomach, and waist, how could I not walk slowly?

You still have to wear heavy sandals.

I wanted to let go of one of the ties on the body, but the senior lady-in-waiting kept glaring at me until the sound of the roar of the car rang out.

I greet my two in-laws in front of the hallway.

On the main door there is an empty hall with chairs and flower vases neatly lined up.

Usually, residents who want to complain and have gone through strict checks, will sit there waiting to be called by Mas Indra.

Since I was just wearing a kebaya without a hijab, I waited inside the house, not waiting on the terrace as I normally would wait for Mas Indra to come home.

"My son-in-law lives here?"

I commented a smile, replying to mother-in-law's words with a nod that I graciously took. Don't know whether it's really graceful or not.

Mother-in-law spoke softly. Sometimes asking and telling stories. Don't mind me being passive. Just answering and not responding too actively.

Honestly, I'm very nervous.

Outside of the status of son-in-law and in-law, they were the rulers of this region. Land and power owners.

I think if I make a little mistake, I'll go to jail.

Understandably, me and my in-laws have never been that intelligent.

Before marriage is busy with various ceremonies, even so after marriage. Moreover, the mother and father-in-law did not stay at home.

They have a tight knack.

"Where's the indra, son? Food is ripe, not yet nongol."

The mother-in-law did not say that with a tone of command. But still I was nervous, there was an authority that could not be denied, when he began to ask.

"Mas Indra is meeting outside the city, ma'am.."

"Meeting? Well, your son was told to meet when he was a newlywed? We haven't even heard of a ghost!"

"Can't be delayed, Dad. Sorry, son."

I saw that my father-in-law was shocked to hear that his son was going out of town. His apology was not for meetings.

I should have been sensitive at that time, instead of dreaming that I would be loved by a man named Raden Sri Indraputra.

His name alone was different from my one-word name, Sugiwa.

The unsavory sugi.

Aini's mother looked close to two people who were still drunk with romance. The graceful woman sat on their chair, making Mas Indra choke on the last blow. The bowl is empty.

From her eyes, I saw her worried about my judgment of him.

He had lied to the woman by his side for a long time, why worry about my judgment?

Ma'am Aini seemed to be talking to Genphis, not knowing what to say. I'm not getting close. Because I don't want to deal with them anymore.

But it seems that Ma'am Aini is speaking harshly in her fine language.

Sneered without feeling smirked.

It will only make the heart feel inferior, compared to the harsh words that people often throw when angry.

Gendhis went down deep. His face looks riled up.

Without me knowing Mas Indra was already standing by my side. He took my hand with an unchanging face.

"Darling, it's not what you think it is!"

"Not what I thought?" calm reply.

I still respect him for not taking his hand off. I saw someone we knew, in a shirt and fur trousers, a young man in a high position on the court.

Mas Indra was impatient. Two and two with Gendhis in front of the court.

Can't it be that Mas Indra doesn't recognize his office colleagues?

I who met once in a while have memorized it.

"I just reflexively cleaned his dirty mouth. He's often so careless."

"Then do it when you're halal, Mas. Don't touch your own name."

I turned my gaze towards Saputra, the young man.

Mas Indra followed my direction.

He seemed to be swallowing air.

Didn't Mas Indra know there was Saputra here?

Someone who could be said to be the right hand of his own father.

"It can't be Saputra, right? He always wears batik."

"Your view turned out to be shallow, Mas. How can you think that? Everyone can dress as they please."

"You mean, if you were to suddenly wear a bikini, I wouldn't be flabbergasted?"

"Yes, it's not that."

"Eat him, I can't think that either. Everyone in the office, only one or two people are wearing contemporary clothes. They are people who uphold culture. T-shirts are not our culture."

I'm slitting my shoulders. Not going to continue our endless conversation.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Ma'am Aini coming back closer. Gendhis was no longer visible from his nose.

"Mr Prince, do you remember that Sugiwa is our sister? My brother and Mas Amir. Don't think you can play him! I caught you guys enough. Don't think I won't know if you meet again!"

"Yes, mom. I will not betray Sugiwa. I swear. That's enough of my stupidity."

I rolled my eyes with a puff. How many times has he broken his oath? Hundreds of.

Aini's straight brother just looks relieved to hear Mas Indra's oath.

"Mrs, your order is ripe."

Finally we had dinner three. I gave a lot of tips to the waiter. With money Mas Indra of course.

If there is no one, I am confused as to what to do.

Ma'am Aini seems to be furious at me for letting Mas Indra and Gendhis go.

I can what? I just don't care.

Or maybe my heart still hurts, so reluctant to get involved with them?

I understand Mbak Aini who lectured us after we finished eating. He doesn't know about our separation.

This is my last devotion to the husband and family of the husband, not to demean them even in front of the friend who helped me the most.

Actually, divorce is not a big deal for me.

I'm glad to be free of him.

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