(Former) Prince's Wife
031

"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!

"It's not good to take it back. If you want a villa, I'll buy you another one."

"It seems that the villa is very special, so you forbid it this way!"

I folded my hands on my chest. Pouted him.

"There really is nothing there" said Mas Indra trying to convince me.

"Your memories" my lips.

"OKAY. Fine. Please take. But..."

"What?"

"..let me give him money for his contract, will you?"

"Who are you for her, mom?"

"Use your heart. She's pregnant. Pity if it's too long."

"Let the baby's father take care of him. Or are you the baby's father?"

"All right..."

After saying that, Mas Indra handed Aden the one who was sleeping to me.

Why her?

Run amuck?

Snatch on?

"It's..."

Mas Indra handed him a very familiar card.

It is green with the famous flower symbol.

The Bunga Wijaya Kusuma.

"Wear it" he said lightly.

It was his salary money that had been stored and not disbursed since he worked in the government at the age of thirteen.

How could I know?

Of course because I hold spending money in his house.

Even the candy that the waiter had quietly eaten, I knew the amount.

It's just lazy to punish for something like that, even though the senior lady has told me to lower the warning for them.

Mas Indra himself has earned income from the store that was given by his father-in-law. He also handed over the card, a yellow card.

Don't ask how much money.

"What do you mean, Mom?"

"I will use the amount of money you ask. The rest, you can monitor my expenses, so you feel confident."

"That's your money. It has nothing to do with me."

Instead of hearing my rejection, Mas Indra actually put the cards into my carry bag.

I'm holding Aden, so hard to move.

He ran away with my suitcase, entered the house, when I wanted to ask him to hold Aden.

I came out with the Mas Indra cards that were still in my bag.

My feet set a terrace that has changed a lot.

There was a small shop in front of him.

The fragrant aroma of direct cooking smelled.

I saw Kusuma was serving the buyers.

Turns out he's okay.

"Not to be ignored. If he doesn't make trouble, why would I bother him? As long as he doesn't commit treason, I won't devour him."

"He had nothing to do with it?" I said to ask about the red bomb.

"So far there's not."

"Did you guess something?" I investigated him who looked calmer than a week ago as he shouted inside my phone.

Indra was silent. But clearly, he knows something.

Mas Indra took Aden who was fresh and ready to destroy everything that was neat.

He took her in, lowered her down onto the soft-haired carpet.

While crossing Kusuma's room, I frowned. There was no sign of people living in it.

Very clean.

"Your bodyguard lives in front" Mas Indra said as if he knew my confusion.

Up ahead?

That artificial stall?

Although there looks comfortable for the size of the stalls around here, it is not worth living in it.

So cramped.

Worried about my guest's comfort, I decided to take a look.

From the outside, there is no sleeping equipment that is so crowded in the part separated by a plywood.

"Oh my goodness, Kusuma. Are you sure you live here?" I said when the food stall was deserted.

This food stall contains only a glass display case that meets the stall.

There is also a stove one furnace. It seems to make noodles, because there is a menu in a large piece of aesthetic writing on the wall of the stall.

"I've been here five days."

Gee. I did not imagine Mas Indra would immediately throw Kusuma out of my house. Even if only in front of the home page.

Not letting him stay longer.

"You just go home. Isn't the size of this room not as large as your dressing room in Widjianto's house? I know you're uncomfortable. I'm not comfortable with you anymore either."

He seems like a good listener.

No interrupting.

"In my mind I always thought of Aden's pain. While you did it."

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry. Unfortunately, still the shadow did not disappear from my mind."

"Then let me remove that trauma. Like I said to Prince Kanjeng, I will be your bodyguard. I promised you loyalty."

"But, you're a Widjianto."

I know this sounds rude. Expelling people because of their identity.

"I'm sorry. I can't resist my sister's wishes. I don't think there will be a broken heart."

"Then if your sister asks you to interrupt me and Aden, you can't refuse her?"

"will not. I will swear allegiance to you."

Did I just take it?

Having a sword from the most dangerous place, can protect very well.

But what if this includes treason?

What if what happened yesterday was one of the plans that Kusuma did?

He knows my activities here. Can make the best.

To wear it very easily.

"I'm at home living simply like this" muttered Kusuma softly.

His face looks convincing. And that's very annoying.

Being up here, it's hard to see people's faces.

If I could ask sincere people for help.

No one is truly sincere at this great height.

Almost all of them are masked.

Including me.

Not liking something, still having to smile.

Wanting to get angry, unable to break it.

Tired, difficult to rest tired.

"Kusuma, if you want to live simply. There's a cost - a roast down the road. Your food is famous. It won't be hard to finance yourself."

"Please. Please don't throw me out. I'd be haunted by guilt if I didn't make up for it. You and your son, I'll protect you with my life."

"Then give me proof. Who attacked my family?"

"Are you going to believe me?"

"Tell me. I'll consider."

"Kusala. My first-born. The man who's assimilated your husband."

I'm not too surprised if he does.

But this is just what Kusuma said.

There's no evidence in it.

"Know that. You don't believe."

"Do we live in a world that is merely spoken and trusted?"

A simple person can brag.

Especially those with interests?

"I take your word. You can stay. Prove your word."

"Ready, Mistress!"

Kusuma exclaimed with pleasure. Just like she looks like she's meeting?

Or just his acting?

"Excessive," my lips.

"So, can I stay in the house?"

"NO!"

I'm not the one who made that sound.

Mas Indra came alone.

Come to us with a red face.

He looked at Kusuma and me in turn.

Judging us with his sharp gaze.

Kusuma was daunted by his gaze.

A timing?

I am just an ordinary woman.

Is Kusuma pretending to be scared?

Yesterday I challenged Mas Indra bravely.

I turned this head around, a little tiptoe to match Mas Indra's face.

Is he really angry?

"This is my house. I'll decide, Mr. Prince."

Fossilize anger.

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