(Former) Prince's Wife
030

Up to a week stay, Mbak Aini has not found who the stalker who committed the abomination.

They have a strong back.

What is the minister's family? General's family? Or even from Mas Indra's own relatives?

My mind is not even. I still accuse one of them.

All accused.

I'm not holding hands. There was a ring eye that fell near the design of the bomb before it disappeared from CCTV.

Got Aji? It's probable. Everything is still a mystery. Even if I wanted to be alone, Ms. Aini was suspicious.

But, I didn't find an answer as to why Mommy Aini should do that to me.

We're a lot different. There's no threat to me.

Mas Amir is also busy with his world, there is no connection with the world of Mas Indra other than cooperation between them.

Cooperation issues?

Too shallow for people who have trained their senses.

Small offending is no big deal.

If you demand wealth, it is not comparable to the original territory of the birth mother of Mas Amir with his own territory.

Therefore, I decided to put my trust in Mbak Aini.

Since there was no hope, I decided to go home.

It's not good to stay in this place for long. Seven days is worth one bike, not to mention additional service.

Don't forget the service of a personal doctor who was able to heal the burns on my hands.

"God willing, the scar will disappear if the Lady applies this recipe every morning and evening."

I smiled and nodded. Put recipe paper in the bag.

Believe in a doctor who is able to make the burn dry in just one week, without pain as usual.

"Mr Aini, may I ask you one more favor?"

"No need to be so sad."

"How could you not stand? Ma'am keep helping me."

"Everyone is not always on top. Not always a helper. Sometimes helped. Now I'm helping you. In the future it is not impossible for you to help me," said Mbak Aini gently.

When can I be that gentle. Often this mouth jerks when speaking.

"Mr Aini is humble."

"You too. It has become the Queen of the Prince, not excessive. Keep it simple and humble."

"Haha. Could it be."

"So, what do you want?"

"Sir, I don't have an IT team in Aden's succession. I want to recruit your friends."

"You're my team you mean. I can't recommend. Because everything is still masked. I just found out two of them."

I nodded lethargicly. With the world in the virtual, there is no need to show your real identity as long as you have the power to handle client requests.

The problem of bad people or good people, personal does not need to be abducted as long as it can solve the problems charged.

They work behind the scenes, often unwilling to open identities. Even among them.

Wanted to ask two of Mommy Aini's friends, but it seems they're busy people.

Am I going to delay having an IT team again?

Who can keep Aden in a virtual world that is sometimes more violent than the real world?

Everyone can make a sound. Everyone can make a lie.

The fake news that many people believe will be the truth.

Aden who is in the top rank in his generation later, it is impossible to escape the existing slander.

Being a holy man will make it difficult for the human person.

A little wrong, will be reviled, if you do not have a virtual army.

One person can hold a thousand accounts.

Lowering people's reputations only takes seconds of money down into an antonymous account unwilling to show their faces.

Ma'am Aini patted my shoulder slowly. He seems to understand my anxiety.

"My friends can IT. But for the hacker field and so on, not too they are deep. To become cyber security, they can. I'll send you some material, hopefully they don't forget the class on campus."

"Thank you very much, Ma'am!"

A smile on my face.

I'm confident in the ability of Ms. Aini's friend.

One problem solved. I stayed focused on the bombing and Widjianto's bodyguards that appeared in building z, near my parents' house.

"Yahuwuu.."

The typical sound of children welcoming me who just came out of the hotel building.

I took down the perched sunglasses.

My reddeners thicken, my eyebrows and my eyes sharpen.

It turns out that my little prince still recognizes this self.

I'm approachinghe. Kiss her.

Accidentally this forehead formed the pointy chin of the person who was holding Aden.

Why did he lower his head?

"Where's Kusuma?" my many.

During this week, there was absolutely no contact between us.

I saw Kusuma leave on the first day. They had a dispute, although not jotos.

"Have you just come to ask Kusuma?"

"Because I'm sure you won't lose to him.."

Who's Kusuma?

That man will not be able to defeat the Crown Prince of this country.

When I accidentally saw the documents of his soldiers, I did not even expect there to be trained as much as that in this country that is not too broad.

Not to mention his shadow bodyguards.

"..He must be suffering."

Dihs. I was talking about Kusuma, Mas Indra even smiled to himself.

He won't relapse here, will he?

It's embarrassing if he's being silly out here.

I pulled Mas Indra's hand to get into the car.

His silly smile was even wider!

Kuseka Mas Indra's spacious forehead behind his hoary bangs, afraid suddenly the heat that will spread to Aden.

I asked Aden, the guy didn't focus on me.

Keep smiling to yourself.

"You're not crazy, are you, Mas?" manyaku.

"How can I not go crazy?" mas Indra said ambiguously.

He asked back!

"Huh? Meanin? Have you been diagnosed as being unreasonable?"

Was-was my eyes looking at Aden, lest he contracted madness, if that is the case diagnosis.

Before parting ways, Mas Indra was sweet with his feet face.

After parting ways, Mas Indra was often rude and absurd.

Now that Mas Indra was smiling to himself, how could I not worry?

"My thoughts are reduced because of your sweet mouth and your warm hands. Hold it longer. You'll know what my head is about."

"Gendhis" I answered quickly.

"Not named since two years ago. I decided everything about him."

"You put him in the villa."

"I can't take back what I gave you. It's just a villa."

"I know, Mas. The villa is nothing you think. But for the public who can't all buy a villa, your gift to her can be considered a special gift."

Life is only centered on tasks and problems, rarely did Mas Indra think about what the public said.

For that, surely he would not have thought, if it were true that he would have made Gendhis his next wife.

What will the public say?

I'm shown as the Cinderella owner of fortune.

Always appear with intimacy and sweetness with Mas Indra.

There was never a close match with his in-laws and close cousins who were categorized as in-laws, in the dictionary of the Faithful.

If Gendhis appears as Mas Indra's new wife, the public will blaspheme him, while my name is always kept clean by him.

Maybe behind the scenes I'll be targeted by the dignitaries.

But in front of the screen, Gendhis will be targeted by netizens.

"If I take that villa, do you mind, Mas?" ask me as a smile filled with plans.

What did Genphis give Mas Indra so that he deserved a nice villa?

I'll take it!

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