(Former) Prince's Wife
003

"Giwa.." call my husband to say hello.

Soft voice. Exactly as I had hoped all along.

But now, it was disgusted to hear that.

His life is full of pretenses. Hate me the most about it.

Moreover, his behavior with the lover, I can not imagine the extent of their relationship.

Looking at the background of his lover who came from the black world, maybe doing husband and wife relationships is not a taboo they do.

Is correct. The woman was a pel*cur. They fall in love as customers and service sellers.

That's what I know and what I hear from around.

It's easy to bring down my ex-husband in public, as a place for revenge.

But for what? My enemies from above will continue to grow.

I didn't take his call and chose to leave.

Genthis, the woman's name. He lifted the corner of his lips. His lentic fingers rubbed his red kebaya arm.

Kebaya with a nice floral accent night.

It's a night that only blooms at night.

The night woman who only comes out at night.

A night for the lady.

"Very suitable," my hiss.

Today's hammer-tapping hearing fits perfectly with our third wedding anniversary, along with their fourth anniversary.

I laughed miris considering all these years ago, the prince whose family still follows the ancient date, insisting on getting married on the forbidden day.

Apparently, so that he and his lover can celebrate their happy day in disguise.

Last year, the wedding anniversary party was very lively.

Indeed, he continued to be at the party venue until the end, accompanying his son Aden.

Not slipping away like the party before.

But tonight? I don't know. He went into Aden's room, and I went into my room and fell asleep.

All I see is she spent her anniversary night with her lover.

Early in the morning the blind came from the back door, with wet hair.

And now, their happy day was mixed with the freedom they had been waiting for.

Two major events in one day, the two of them would definitely celebrate in great measure.

Look at the woman's makeup, just like it's going to a big party.

Very crowded.

Necklaces, bracelets, earrings, and a golden skewer were worn.

I did not know what was on Mas Indra's mind, bringing his lac*r to rush into the house, before our divorce papers arrived.

Somehow the views of the elders.

Just bringing me in, has cornered her position. Although not explicitly done, because whatever is in power is the father-in-law.

Making me a beloved wife, so that my shadow continues to be printed in the minds of his enemies, while he and his lover have fun behind the scenes.

I don't care anymore.

I keep walking away.

A large hand suddenly blocked my arm. I threw that hand away, because I knew it belonged to my husband.

Disgusts! I would not be touched, other than him and I no longer have a bond that allows each other to touch.

"Sorry" said Mas Indra, releasing his hand.

His style is wrong.

I smiled at her side. Still vivid in memory, after the night of our wedding anniversary, I was taken home.

His eyes kept watching me. Examining my body.

"Why is your skin broken like that?"

He said with a frown, displaying an expression of disdain. He walked out of the room, out of nowhere.

I admit my body has changed a lot. From the stomach to the skin is broken. It looks wrinkled, dry, and there are some scratches.

Perhaps, he became disgusted to touch me. I am thankful to be no longer close to him.

Honestly, one corner of my heart was hurt knowing there was another woman by her side, and my pride as a wife was disturbed because of that.

With his departure, I can organize my heart, and prepare myself to go far ahead.

The pregnancy was my own. He just looked at it from a distance. Even kissing the back of his hand I didn't. He always refused.

Only after giving birth did she no longer look cynical. My body is back in shape and clean, there is no day without nutritious food.

Stupid me, still receiving the seed.

Just hope no other fetus will grow.

"I'm sorry. Sorry to disturb your affection."

Before leaving, the corner of my eye caught the shadow of the woman coming out from inside the house.

As if he was a host.

"You seem to have to marry him before muharram comes. The next administrative cadv is Pak Yusman."

Mr. Yusman, he's a very important person. His blue blood is hidden. Crawling from below, being an honest state official.

Level by level. Never wanted to take bribes.

Mas Indra may not be allowed to marry a pel*cur. There will be bribes in the listing section.

If he doesn't move fast, he won't be able to marry his girlfriend. Mr. Yusman will not tolerate.

Now I understand why he was so impatient to bring the l*cur into his house.

After coming up with an opinion, I no longer wasted any time. Go away as fast as lightning.

The man looked in his place. Soon the pel*cur came over.

After that I don't know, the car I was riding in was gone.

I look around the road. There was a teak forest that became my wedding dowry.

Passing one bend, looks contemporary tourist attractions. A present from him for me on our second wedding anniversary.

If only for the sake of treasure, I would very much like to survive. I do not deny how tempting the treasure in the hands of Mas Indra.

But I'm just an ordinary woman. I need attention too. I want to be loved.

"Mom, where will this go?"

"I'm hungry."

"Good, mom. To Adem Semeliwir?"

"No. No. gabe. I'm going to Angkringan."

"Lunch, ma'am?"

"So did you open it? Find it until dapet. That's Abis we're home, sir."

"Mom... Can't you just go home later?"

I rolled my eyeballs. Mr. Mamat's voice again cheered. I am the one who goes far from the city, he who cries sadly. I am not very sad.

The crying was over by the time of the last abduction.

"Now or later it's the same, sir. I want to rush to find work. There's a grocery store opening a proposal."

"Mom already has a lot of money. Don't be tired of working in people."

"That's for your salary. If it was for me, it would be different."

I didn't give them back, but I didn't use any of it either.

All the money made was used to pay my people.

The car stopped at a roadside car.

I went down and stretched my body.

My ears caught the whirring of the bullets approaching.

Luckily, I moved very fast. Duck. Hiding next to the car.

Mamat took the gun in his pocket. Reply shoot them.

A bullet went back.

I looked towards angkringan. The angkringan owner hid under his wagon and there were two visitors crouching on the ground. Raised his hand and begged for mercy.

Superfluity. In broad daylight attack like this. There are more people who do not understand at all.

Hearing the gunshots, they were already frightened.

My eyes were wild looking for two bullets that were aimed at the back of my body. Fear of being affected and needing help.

I let out a breath. The two bullets were lodged in a tree, not a human body.

"Mom, they've escaped. We should go too. They must have invited reinforcements" said Mr. Mamat as he opened the door for me.

I glanced at angkringan. Mr. Mamat without asking directly to the seller.

Throw out his trade and tell them to go home as soon as possible.

Ribet when it comes to our quarrel.

"Have you called Anjas and Angga?" I asked about my two bodyguards.

"Already, mom. They'll follow."

"No. Have them accompany the people in angkringan."

"But mom.."

"Sir Mamat" I warned. I don't like to repeat commands.

Mr. Mamat looks riled up. But he had no choice but to nod.

"Good, mom."

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