(Former) Prince's Wife
029

"Aden how? Fussy again?"

["No. Morning to noon he already had activities that could not be contested. Afternoon just think of her parents."]

"Em yes already. Just worry. Last night Aden was so strong."

["She's already missed her mother."]

"Have you taught him?"

["No child should forget his mother. Especially if it's my son. Even if you don't want to see me. Look at Aden."]

"It has. I'm gonna go see Aini's mom first."

I'm weak when I talk about Aden. Though reason plans to let Aden grow up bravely alone, my heart refuses to be far away from him.

I have to find out who's so desperate to target us with a bomb.

From the sniper's cell phone in building z, Ma'am Aini found a message if the target was not only me, but also Aden.

In this week should Mas Indra fly for an international meeting, revealing his face as the successor.

Can't miss.

If you want to be known internationally.

I just remembered when I saw the crowded world of social media with beautiful faces from our country.

Usual. Gossip is not good. Talk about the face without glancing at the achievements that have been made.

What they are talking about are tall people.

Have a series of achievements.

I grimaced.

My arm is spilled hot water. Blistering some of my skin tissue.

How could anyone bring hot water in the middle of the hallway!?

This carelessness, if a small child is affected, may have a blistering head!

"Ouch. Ouch. Sorry...."

That sorry voice hangs when our eyes meet.

The color of the gray eyes snickered sharply at me.

Then he pulled out his face, standing haughtily.

"It turns out that the queen of the commoners got hit. I thought which one was the one in power."

The girl still said rudely to me.

Definitely brave.

His grandfather was an advisor. His father was the ruler of shops in the western end of the region.

I'd rather quickly treat my wounds than serve his chatter.

From the tail of my eyes, I saw the woman in the black dress tossing her glass. Just leave the fragments.

I saw her smile when our eyes met.

Our minds should complain to each other, even though they do not seem to fight.

She was one of Mas Indra's candidate wives who had been verbally bound.

Even if it's just a joke.

He was closest to Nenenda, the biological mother of his father-in-law.

The attitude in front of Nenenda was always gentle. Like a rabbit that can't bite.

Don't remind me how much he pranks most in the middle of a party.

And I have to face that madness alone.

While Mas Indra who I thought met his client, apparently met his heart.

The hot water this time is not the first.

There used to be the best doctors all over the country who were able to treat these scars.

Now who?

My dangling skirt swept away the fine dust on the floor. I left high heels in the middle of the floor hall, like a cinderella leaving her glass shoes.

I'm not comfortable running in heels.

Enter the elevator to the clinic.

Damn, there's someone upstairs using a priority card.

A young man with a sharp gaze entered the elevator hall. The atmosphere immediately felt tight.

The sharp look of those eyes seemed to be able to split my body.

I held back the ringing so as not to disturb the silent lion.

Seeing him wearing a priority card, it seemed that he was a regular customer in this star-rated hotel.

Big men.

A figure I can't get involved in.

When the elevator reached the bottom floor, the door opened wide to reveal Mba Aini who was talking to one of her guards.

I don't know what he was talking about, when he looked at me with a worried look.

My eyes darkened. At the end of my consciousness, I felt a warm embrace.

"Alhamdulillah.."

A cry to the divine was echoed as my eyes opened and scanned around.

Aini's mom came to visit me but didn't stay in the room. Seems to have a busy.

As the afternoon approached, a female doctor checked my condition and asked me all my complaints.

"Mrs is just exhausted in the mental. Thinking too much. Despite long sleep, the quality of sleep Mistress is not good. Madam's eyes may be closed, but Madam's brain keeps actively watching around."

"Truely sleep is to rest all the limbs of various activities. Even in Madam's sleep, Madam hit me in the face with all her might."

"I recommend finding an expert so as not to continue."

"Sleeping doesn't calm down brings a lot of trouble."

I massaged my forehead after the doctor's visit for the third time with his long lecture in this session.

My face is normal and my arms no longer hurt!

Butbut wait..

the face of the female doctor was very familiar.

Where was he the first time I saw him?

I hit a soft head that felt a lot, but was so messy. It's hard to find memories, which really only takes a moment.

I forget about unimportant things.

Is this the effect of what the doctor mentioned?

Hah.

I better hear a voice that can be my solder.

I have a number I memorized out of my head.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat.."

["Wa'alaikumussalam. Healthy, Son?"]

"Health, mom. How's mom?"

["Thank God."]

"Sorry mom just called again."

["you know what you want to do there. Where can I disturb. We just can't hold a cell phone at all times."]

"Same, mom?"

["Haha. Whose mother should be secured? Neither does the president."]

Mother did not know that she was being kept from threats that could take lives.

My men were able to convince my mother and family to temporarily move to the villa I bought.

Holiday edition to see sister in pesantren.

That's my men's reason for giving me a ticket to stay at the villa.

I did buy a villa in the area close to my sister's boarding school.

There is still the home of its citizens.

Rarely does anyone think there is a hidden treasure in the forest surrounded by simple villages. Middle to bottom.

If you want to be explained, the upper people are not happy with the noise of the city.

There are many people who build houses in the middle of the forest.

Not infrequently they spread myths so that rarely there are citizens who want to wander into the forest that they control in silence.

I want peace as well as security.

The distance is always hours from the village.

I, who used to be afraid of the darkness of the night in the forest, now have a hidden place there.

Right people say. Better to meet the devil than to meet criminals.

Satan cannot kill.

I missed my mother and father, and Aden started to whine at his father.

True said Mas Indra, in the morning Aden was always busy with his world, when the afternoon approached, began to look for where his mother and father were.

Maybe because at night, quiet and cold greet, want to be held warm by his parents.

While the nannies and servants, it must not be that close to the Prince.

There must be some distance, even though it is bathing and feeding it.

I looked at the photo of Aden who was fast asleep. Mas Indra diligently gives photos of Aden in his daily life.

Shoots longing more and more rooted.

I want the killer found quickly.

At least, for one more time, I can take a moment of rest.

Great people always take everything into account maturely.

When one criminal has been caught, the other will instantly stop.

Because of one mistake made, it does not rule out the possibility of being accused of other crimes that have just been spilled.

Like just pointing a knife, the accused has stuck a bullet in the opponent.

Though clearly, it is not continuous between the knife and the bullet.

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