(Former) Prince's Wife
032

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

Fossilize anger.

He sighed.

I raise my hand hard.

Just seen, Prince?

This ex-wife of yours hasn't always been a submissive.

"I'll let him stay in his room."

And then I'll go home to visit my parents.

Indra no longer argues with me. Kusuma also immediately tidied up his goods.

Make the shop as its function.

I watched my sleeping son, wanting to take him to the grandmother who kept asking when they met, but remembering the day of the bombing, it made me anxious to take him.

I can only let my mother back down.

It was a week at the new villa.

Their consciousness will appear sooner or later.

The reason my men must be getting thinner.

My mom and dad always ask a lot of questions.

"Where are you going?" asked Mas Indra who had just entered the room and saw me with a suitcase on the bed.

"Go home" I answered briefly.

"I'm coming along."

I just glanced at my ex-husband.

He's coming, my parents won't ask.

If not, I'll make excuses of him being busy.

As promised will not tell about this divorce to anyone, before Mas Indra re-married.

Beyond the real reason for them why I was forbidden to preach this.

In addition, because there has never been a divorce in the family tree Mas Indra.

Hiding our status was very advantageous for Mas Indra and his family.

They will not be bothered by the sycophants who want to be the wife of Mas Indra.

We just married a lot of power-mad parents, who wanted their son to be an actor.

Especially if you know Mas Indra is a single?

They will not hesitate to bring their daughter in public.

"Why silence? Can that mean?"

"I forbid anything, will Mas Indra listen to me?"

He nodded with ridiculous.

"I miss my mom and dad, too. They're still my parents, no matter what our condition is."

"So, the divorced person keeps in touch with their former parents?"

"Yes. The father-in-law was mahram salawasna. Always be our parents. And if you marry and have a child from your new husband, that child is my mahram. But .. I hope it doesn't happen."

"You want me to be a widow forever!?"

How annoying!

I also want to have a husband.

The attention. Who understands.

It is not just the way to give money!

"No. You're back as my wife."

"No way!"

"We will."

"It has. Quickly ready. But I don't want to take Aden."

"How about the Kanjeng Romo residence?"

"Have your house become unsafe?"

"Maybe. The proof is that Gendhis can get in."

"Reason."

He wanted me to believe that Gendhis came into our house, I mean, because his boredom wasn't due to his invitation?

In accordance with the words of Mas Indra, we went first to the house of Kanjeng Romo.

It has been up to the car that we ride to the front of an ancient style building house that reaches as wide as the largest mall in my city there.

Not much different concept. There are rows of simple houses on its South and North sides.

Starting from the gate, we have been welcomed by a large pendopo that is used to be a learning house for children of servants before they pick up knowledge in modern schools.

The children stood respectfully as our car passed by.

Through the pendopo, there is a lake that is large enough for the size of the house. Up to seven meters wide.

On the lake built a place to eat and relax.

The lake that used to be stretchy, now feels like a dining restaurant with a floating theme.

The front has no door.

We went in and found Kanjeng Mom was relaxing reading the newspaper in her hand.

Something rarely seen in the present.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Kanjeng Ibu."

"Wa'alaikumussalam."

Apparently, even though I have filed for divorce for her son, the former mother-in-law does not hold a grudge for me.

He welcomed me as before.

Our jokes will be memories.

He still invites me to prepare dinner and supplies for the road.

Even though it was a restaurant in a foreign place, it was not impossible for the enemies of Mas Indra to seek blame for poisoning.

As a prevention of the occurrence of unwanted things, we are better to bring food.

And even if no one knows us as a magnifier, their food is not necessarily good for the body.

Although not very religious, the core family of the Sultanate is not allowed to eat illegal things because it clearly poisons the body.

At this time, even though the owner of the restaurant we went to was Muslim, it did not necessarily have a menu that was completely halal.

After cooking, Mas Indra and I were ordered by Kanjeng Ibu to pick up Kanjeng Romo who was working in his hall.

This is the center of government.

Located behind the house.

Or a house located behind the government hall?

Depends on where it comes from.

Because the position of the house and the hall turn against each other.

There is only a big wall.

Can't peek at each other from each place.

That afternoon we ate together like a whole family.

"Son, trust your father. Gendhis is not pregnant with Indra's child."

I wouldn't be surprised if my powerful ex-in-law knew about everything.

"Dad, Mas Indra and I lived together instead of a day and two days. Let's say, even though I did intend to divorce her, we were in the same house, before we finally got to court.."

I glanced far into the sky.

Mas Indra was taking Aden up. While Kanjeng Ibu was receiving guests.

Here I am, sitting on the porch with him who should have gone back into his office.

The same father-in-law who had Indra's name in it was looking at me expectantly.

Even though his mouth did not speak, it was clear that I and Mas Indra were back together.

"Two years after I found out about Mas Indra and Gendhis, Mas Indra still often interacted with Gendhis. Under the pretext of not being able to withdraw any more of the gifts he was given. Back and forth checking the operation of the great villa."

Kanjeng Romo smiled wryly.

Clearly, the son he had scattered with heart was rejected by me.

There must be pain in his heart.

"You are Mas Indra seriously with me. He would no longer interact with Genphis, as he would with the servants. The servants are transparent in Mas Indra's eyes, while Gendhis? Their interactions are so intense."

I smiled bitterly. Remembering Mas Indra who continued to travel while I was pregnant with her child.

Where else would it be if not for the villa that Gendhis lives in?

If when caught by me, Mas Indra explained about the whereabouts of other women who were by his side and chose firmly.

I will either forgive his guilt for a year or accept his decision freely.

If while I was pregnant, Mas Indra decided on it and gave me the attention it deserved, I would rethink about our divorce.

Unfortunately what I found was Mas Indra was in the house of Gendhis.

Talk intensely.

Although only looking at it from the outside, Mas Indra's body gesture was not at all rigid towards him.

While at the servants, Mas Indra was cold. Like they're not women.

It was not once or twice that I saw Mas Indra in the house of Gendhis who was talking intensely with the woman.

The villa Gendhis occupied was in the same housing as my obstetrician.

Deliberately not calling him home, because I don't want to be kept locked up.

It turned out that almost every examination, I saw Mas Indra being with Gendhis.

"They showed no closeness outside their villa. Can Kanjeng Romo be sure as well, how close are they in the villa?"

"I can't say anything about that.."

Heh. The ruling Sultan alone did not guarantee that nothing happened in the house, what about my mind as a woman? As a wife?

Always filled with bad assumptions.

"Try to think well, son. You're his wife. Better understand the character of your partner, whose parents don't even know."

••• ••• ••• ••• ••• ••• ••• •••

ꦧꦺꦂꦱꦩ꧀ꦧꦸꦁ ꧉꧉꧉

© Al-Fa4 | (Former) Wife Prince