(Former) Prince's Wife
027

["I miss you."]

Mas Indra's voice surprised me who was focusing on staring at the rest of my room.

His face had already filled the camera screen.

I stared at him flatly. He doesn't care about my delicacies,

["It's not just the little baby that misses. The baby's father missed too. Look at this father."]

"Gombal," I chuckled back.

Just let him be narcissistic, rude, or combating though. Ribet if brought by risi, while he just act like it.

Seen on my phone screen he was flabbergasted across the street.

["How are you there? At home?"]

I raised an eyebrow, questioning the soft sound.

Sure to ask like that?

Ever since I arrived, everyone seems to know me. Greet and take me into my room.

Without having to show my identity, they served me like a VVIP.

Food and drinks are available. Don't forget to snack on a full table in the room.

"Better than Ingas Hotel," I reply pulled the name of the hotel gift from Mas Indra for Aden's first birthday.

A hotel built in the former garden of the itchy plant.

["Good. Good. Kanda is always more advanced. You learn with them. Learn about the best hotels there. Have you moved into their territory? The power is better."]

I shook firmly. "Mbak Aini already has his own problems. I don't want to add to the load."

["The miscarriage? Relax, Kanda Nisita has taken them all in. The ground is safe again."]

Nisita is a nickname for Mas Amir, meaning sharp, clever, and intelligent, like the image of his figure.

"All this is actually gonna be over if you say we're divorced, Mom."

["I won't let you go, Sugiwa. And do you not think Aden will be affected? The child is always a victim in every divorce of his parents."]

"Unfortunately, defending is not necessarily good for Aden. My head was filled with alertness and worry even in my every sleep. How can I supervise and educate Aden? I'm not used to living with tension, Mom! I'm just a country girl who always lives quietly, if you forget."

["You can live in peace, Giwa. I'll vouch for you."]

"As you did to your lover?"

["I'm really sorry. At first I thought it was a good thing to give the public attention. In fact, the sacred pledge cannot be played with. I am just as desperate as you are. A year I didn't live quietly. After that day, I was no longer with Gendhis."]

"How can I believe it?"

["You can ask the person in the pavilion."]

"They could've been bribed by you."

["Then ask Ustadz Fahri. He doesn't need to question his honesty, does he?"]

The Pavilion that Mas Indra referred to was not just a large house that stood alone. There are smaller houses around it.

Usually occupied by domestic assistants or people who get help from the family Mas Indra.

As in the main house, there are many smaller houses for the employees. A house as big as my house.

"I'm going to sleep first."

["Assalamu'alaikum."]

"Wa'alaikumussalam."

From : Mas Indra

Do not forget to wudhu before going to bed.

When it comes to religion, Mas Indra understands several things.

But yes it is, who knows not necessarily undergo.

Know you can't be alone with the opposite sex, even meet his lover in the back shed untouched by passers-by.

Be present. So the thinking goes on.

Never mind. I better fall back in relaxed.

I haven't slept this calm in a long time.

Deing my cell phone pulled again the almost lost consciousness.

I sat at the end of the bed with red eyes staring around.

Reflexes lurk around, perhaps the ringing of the phone signifies an intruder in this room.

One of the craziest kidnappings, because they did it inside a five-star hotel.

"Mister Aini?" gumamku.

Why don't I suspect why Aini's mother knows what happened to me?

I was able to find out what my parents were doing, without having any news.

Intentionally only once a week I get in touch with my parents, using a new number that I always throw away after exchanging stories with them.

Therefore, they could not contact first. And I have to be careful when I want to let go of missing them.

Only at official events can I really spend time with them.

["Assalamu'alaikum, Deck."]

A voice sounded from there.

If only Ms. Aini was really my brother, I would no longer hesitate to ask for help.

"Wa'alaikumussalam, Ma'am."

["Dec, it's not that I want to scare you. But can you call your parents?"]

"Why, Mommy?"

I went back and forth in the room.

If it's my family, I can't calm down.

["Please yourself, Deck! It's just a ma'am's analysis."]

"What do you mean, Ma'am? Don't squirm!"

["There's someone in building Z monitoring your house with a long-barreled rifle. Someone's targeting your family."]

"No makar to us, right?! Why do you know that detail? Though the distance of our territory up to hours of travel!"

I sat down to counteract the emotion.

So worried about the family there, I so snapped at Mbak Aini and issued a harsh word.

"Sorry, Ma'am.." I said.

["Please yourself, will you? Tell your family to leave the house before the day changes. Ma'am's flying to your place."]

"Come here?"

["Yes."]

The connection was interrupted after greeting. Then the sound of knocking on the door sounded.

On top of the star-rated hotel, a heli landed perfectly.

A woman with a robe fluttering down a flutter helped by the women who had been waiting. They were the hotel officials, visible from the name tag on their chests.

Aini's mother without further ado came straight to me.

My family has been evacuated to a villa I bought a few months ago near our district.

Wanted to move there, but my family didn't. Quiet and rarely people, they don't like.

To buy a house around, no one has sold.

I don't know, after I got married to Mas Indra, our already high area property, was getting higher.

Aini's mother invited me into the private room. Not a room, not a restaurant, just a long chair in the middle of which is blocked by a long glass table.

I can mirror through the glass of that table.

"Look at this," Ms. Aini said showing a CCTV recording from building z.

I did not say a word, then Ma'am Aini entered the screen black and white with a row of numbers without a single letter, then another CCTV image entered there.

Seen on the screen picture Mas Indra is cradling Aden outside the house while occasionally wiping the screen of his phone.

The screen in front of me changed. Displaying a picture of the phone calling a contact named 'Lulut'.

The call was off and displayed a line of numbers I had memorized.

"Mas Indra's phone?" my guess.

Ma'am Aini nodded briefly.

His face was very serious, tinkering at his computer screen once again.

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