(Former) Prince's Wife
028

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.

Oh gosh. I now understand what Mama Aini is doing.

Aini is hacking a line of electronic devices remotely!

Before long, the door we occupied opened.

A female aide came in and gave me my cell phone.

Sure enough, according to the picture on Ma'am Aini's laptop, Mas Indra was calling me.

I lifted up because I saw Aden was crying.

["Kanjeng Madam, Prince Aden misses you. Try singing a lullaby. Who knows if he's good again."]

I stick the mic hole in my mouth. Random humming, which may be soft heard in the baby's ears.

There are no words. Only the sound of my mouth coming out of my throat.

After making sure Aden sleeps well, I turn off the phone. No matter how big Mas Indra.

Closer to Mbak Aini who is still busy with his black and white screen.

"I didn't know Ms. Aini was very good at this. I thought I was just good at gardening," I always chuckled.

"You can learn too."

Aini said without turning her face. Apparently this is the time to be serious and focus on the target.

Waiting for an hour with drowsiness, I was shocked by the exclamation of Mbak Aini.

"THIS IS IT!"

"What's up, Ma'am?"

"Identity kang sniper in building z. He's Widjianto's men. Do you know that family?"

"Widdjianto?"

"Yes"

Ma'am Aini replied still with his serious face.

"Just look at his track record and background. He was educated by Epung Widjianto."

Haaaa.

Just makes me dizzy.

I took Widjianto's grown man home and his bodyguards targeted my family with the latest rifle?

If only I could choose, I'd very much like to flee abroad.

But, if I go and the people here conspire even deeper, it will be difficult to get right for Aden.

I've had three years of pain, every time my life almost drifted, I wouldn't let Aden's rights fall into someone else's hands.

No matter what one mentions thirst and ambition!

"Are they the culprit?"

"Can't just accuse. Today there is no blind allegiance like in ancient times. Better find out first."

"Teach me, ma'am. How to hack like a Mommy."

"Later. We have to find out the best we can from the resources. You have a boy on your parents' side, right? Get rid of them."

"Usut?" many wonder.

"We will never know which of our enemies is our friend. Even friends can be opponents of this origin."

Ma'am Aini moves two fingers in rhythm.

The legendary cuan symbol.

But, what is it?

With the amount of salary of the officials and their severance, my men betrayed just because of the funan?

I even gave away the profits of most of my dowries and gifts, to pay them.

For the safety of your child, Raden Sri Sugih Adenu.

"I won't forgive them, Ma'am. Even if this clean hand, spilled with blood."

"It would be faster if you would say this to your husband."

"It feels like if CCTV could just hack, there's no way Mbak doesn't know what's going on between me and my husband" I said.

Ma'am Aini still pretends not to know, still thinks me and the man are still in good shape.

"My science is not to stalk someone's life. It's just that accidentally when it was about to take off yesterday, my pen dropped on the airport yard and heard your name called."

"Thank you, Ma'am."

I was very moved to hear Mbak Aini so attentive.

Ma'am Aini commented a smile. Before answering he gave the picture of two handsome young men with an ancient style and a distinctive black and white image color.

Ancient photo.

"this isgrandfather. It's your grandfather."

"I mean Ma'am??"

"Let's guess." teased Ma'am Aini when she saw my confused face.

I pressed my head. Dismantle it, trying to find out what Mbak Aini meant.

Then I came to a conclusion.

An ancient picture of two young men who were both my grandfather and his grandfather.

I looked at that picture.

Similar to my uncle's face, which he said was like a betel in two with his beloved grandfather.

"Grandpa's eye-to-eye too?"

"Absolutely. It's smart, my brother."

I blushed hearing it.

"If I come from somewhere else that has nothing to do with the Sultanate like this area and Mas Amir area, it turns out that my grandfather was the eyes of the Sultan who died decapitated."

I stared at Mommy Aini. Must be sad at heart.

"Not to have a grim face! My grandfather was martyred. Why should I be sad?"

"Yes, yeah. It's lucky Grandpa Ma'am."

"Emm."

"Then I know where you're from?"

"Actually grandma already knew long ago if grandfather eye-eye. Before grandfather was arrested. At that time his condition was bad. But he decided to hide Grandpa's identity."

I nodded in understanding. Of course, identity is dangerous.

"I was from a neighbor's grandfather. He who was senile finally told me. Although many do not believe, because of what emm yes, he lived less prosperous and at that time had often rummaged unclear.'

Of course, not many people believe in senile parents.

"Mbak also initially heard only as a form of politeness. But for a long time when he looked into his eyes, he was not like a dazed person when he told me about his struggle."

"Sometimes the most important memories, will not be forgotten even if others are forgotten" I said.

"Yes. Do you know what he used to say when he told me?"

"What is mbak?"

"He told me that he, my grandfather, and your grandfather, always hoped that their children would continue to unite and protect each other. Close without bulkhead. Help without self. Being a brother even though not as conceived."

Close without bulkhead.

Help without self.

Being a brother even though not as conceived.

I shed tears as I repeated that sentence in my mind.

Is correct. That's the same sentence my grandfather said at the end of the twilight to put me to sleep.

In a dish whose melody is as smooth as cotton.

Control the air quickly when spewed by strong winds.

"Mbah.." I cried.

Sometimes, longing for something no heavier than being stretched by a distance of hundreds of kilometers.

Sometimes I miss the ones that aren't so easy to hold.

Pinta on the Divine to be found in a dream.

Nature has all become one.

The living soul, the dead soul, the souls of invisible beings.

Can meet without a barrier.

Unraveling longing in the heart.

Long story at length.

It is not uncommon to ask for help, from those who are tormented by those who are still alive.

"Send Al-Fatiha to your Mbah. Insha Allah in the grave, he was spacious and got favors."

"Aamiin's."

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