(Former) Prince's Wife
022

"What will you do after the end of your iddah? You're getting married again?"

"Which other man is my soul mate. Right now I just want to make Aden your successor. Am I not the prince's wife? Your lover belongs to you, not to a ruler. No one knows him."

"I don't know if you're very ambitious. Not like the Sugiwa I know."

"I'm just defending my son's rights. Suppose I take Aden too, the people behind you, will surely look for him to the ends of the world. After all, he was the First Prince. Your legitimate son. Not a child out of wedlock."

"How much should I say, Sugiwa. I never committed adultery! Before you meet you or after."

"Isn't zina a lot? Ciu man you and him, does not include zina?"

I saw Mas Indra silenced. Unable to reply to my words.

He whose knowledge is more than me must understand my words, without the need to be repeated.

"I begged His forgiveness and I apologized to you. Can't you just slap him? Forgive my mistakes and we start over. Yes, Giwa?"

"Can't, Mom. Only a stupid donkey falls into the same hole twice. I'm human, given the sense to think."

"And man should know, there is a penance to be better."

Mas Indra replied to me quickly.

The man's eyes were glazed.

Oh naw.

She'll cry like a child. Any more?

We were in a wide open room!

Does he have no shame?

"Yes..."

"Soul..."

We called at the same time.

We haven't spoken to each other yet, a voice interrupts us.

My sentence that wanted to warn him not to childish, restrained.

It was also so likely for Mas Indra not to say what he wanted to say.

"Your Majesty. Sorry to interrupt. Mr. Epung is waiting in front. He said the meeting was about to start. People have gathered in the front hall."

After a long drama of Mas Indra's refusal to let me go, I was finally able to leave there when Mas Indra was called to a court meeting.

I once again made sure Aden was in good shade. And ensure his monthly needs.

I will often go to this place if I have free time.

The little boy I was trying to ignore had a huge appeal.

I can't escape his clear eyes.

Always wanting to show love and affection to her.

He could only apologize when his eyes were glazed over, like his father.

It seems Aden understands his mother wants to go again.

"Dear, don't be sad. Mom's steps are heavy. You are strong, yes. There are many people who love and care for you here. I'll be here often."

Not calm. Aden was crying loudly.

I took him from his nanny's arms.

He accepted it and tried to sign it.

Aden, son. Why are you so sensitive? Always crying for the mother who always ignores you.

Rather than Ratih being always by her side, Aden was more clingy to me, her birth mother.

Shouldn't children better recognize those who continue to be by his side?

My heart warms to look at Aden's face.

My son loves me.

Will I be able to leave him again?

Or I'll just take him out of here?

No. gabe.

There was never an option for Aden and me to be together, unless I came back with his father.

I took down Aden who was asleep.

The little hand grabbed my finger as I was about to leave.

With a very slow movement, I opened one by one his tiny fingers.

My dear, forgive your mother.

With hearts mixed. Kuseret.

"No need."

I refuse the hand of the adjutant.

If I take something off, I will no longer take advantage of it. In the slightest.

Kuseret luggage up highway. It was quite sweaty after going through the long high walls.

The houses around are very quiet. Of course because the occupants were in a meeting in the hall.

And the women seek the attention of Mas Indra.

Despite being married and having me, the parents there are still desperate to bring their children closer to Mas Indra.

Do they want to plant pelakor seedlings on their children?

It feels like if netizens find out about this, their house will be raided.

I know polygamy can. But not everyone can do it.

Like war.

Not everyone can jump into battle.

Even someone who mastered martial arts and shooting; war science, if the parents in his house were sick or in need of him, the Prophet forbade him to go to jihad on the battlefield.

I'm just like most of the ordinary people out there. There is still a lot of knowledge that I do not know, even the many and easy worship that I have not tasted much.

How could I have performed the hardest worship of my life?

I'm not against polygamy, just not being able to do it.

And good women, will not seek the attention of married men.

Even if she is a second or third wife or perhaps a fourth, it is inappropriate for her to approach the man before he is legally her husband.

If a woman seduces a married man and then becomes his second wife, when their relationship has gone too far, of course she is not a good woman.

What I saw as long as they were among the higher-ups who were qualified in the treasures, power, and science of religion and the world, they remarried not out of temptation.

There are intermediaries connecting them.

Just met when the proposals had exchanged.

Not tempted each other.

But, still I who a little faith, can not understand the pleasure of polygamy.

It did not feel like my trip to the house was shortened by my reflection.

A house that was left for over a month.

Not dirty because someone has cleaned it.

I can't imagine if I'm still downstairs. I have to clean that dirty house myself.

Yep. As if it were above. Everything is available without being tired.

Just need to polish yourself and focus on developing the talent inside.

So, it is not strange if the upper person is more proficient in many things than the lower person.

Although, often people who are drunk with luxury, the innate is always lazy and does not want to grow.

I cringed as I sniffed the fragrant aroma throughout the house.

A middle-aged woman approached me. I am grateful in my heart.

I can check the house with him.

"Udah come, ma'am? How are the families in the village? Pity her own husband ngurus warung."

The woman likened her steps to mine. I smiled back at him as I digested his words.

Husband..

Shops..

He's still in this house!?

I opened the door when someone in the house opened the door.

The face smiled awkwardly. Giving gifts to the mother who came with me, talking with the stale. And take money from him.

"You—"

"Are you getting angry in front of the house?" cut him off, Kusuma.

His face was filled with victory lines.

I had to go in. Tail behind him.

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