(Former) Prince's Wife
034

"I'll give you a house in Grand Nirvana if you answer one of my questions."

My offer seemed able to make his steps stop.

Sure oes. Grand Nirwana is a cluster of upscale homes.

Although it has the same house design, it is called nirvana because each house has a different garden.

It is like nirvana.

Who occupies not just anyone.

So, will Gendhis accept my offer?

"What?" ask Gendo from his place.

Between yes and no. He stood far away from me, but also looked curious.

"There's an adab in talking, you don't know? How can you be the prince's wife?"

"Su—"

I raised my hand as Mas Indra was about to speak. Intentionally insinuating, unwilling to hear their refutation.

The woman I confess her wish sat with her face bent.

It is fitting that men like Mas Indra are tempted by his face.

"Tell me what to do?"

Gendhis spoke with a wish. I almost turned this eyeball, if I don't remember I rebuked him about politeness.

"Say who told you to come to my cafe?"

"Kangmas Indra."

"Convinced by your answer?"

"Yes. You didn't forget your promise, did you?"

I didn't reply. Pulling away from there.

Apparently the two beings sitting there followed me.

"Hello, Ma'am. Please take care of the Villa on the road of Majesty, yes. Someone will help you here. You just have to do as usual."

["Sendiko dawuh Sinuwun, Kanjeng Nyonya."]

Ck. Still called Kanjeng Madam.

Gendhis was apparently very hopeful with the house in Grand Nirwana. He did not whine to go back to Mas Indra.

Is it because the child in the womb does not belong to Mas Indra?

"You don't believe what Gendhis said, do you, Giwa?" tanya Mas Indra after mute almost half the journey.

"Why should I believe?"

If it was Mas Indra, he would lose his success as a successor.

My search of all the people who could potentially begin to converge on one group.

Ring, time, bomb type, and rhythm.

If my estimation is correct, I'll directly poke the most suspicious person.

Just one more thing; the perpetrator will deliver the bomb to my house.

Waiting for a million curious.

"Thank God" said Mas Indra.

"I trust your affection for Aden, Mas. So please don't change, even if I'm not by your side."

"You'll always be by your side."

"We'll see, Mas. Who wins in the sky there. I want to get away from you or you win."

"I admit not to a good man. I don't have a do'a as a leader. But I would be shameless, to keep asking Him the same thing. Be your priest always."

"No way!"

I scooped my face. Embarrassed. After rejecting him, this maghrib he became my priest and the driver who took us and the entourage that followed us behind.

Don't expect us to go alone. In halal or no ties, Mas Indra went must be accompanied by servants.

Like going with a large family.

I had to kiss that hand that stuck out.

Not many servants knew about our status.

This show still goes on.

Embracing his hand while walking towards my family group who had prepared.

Bringing us a meal was served by servants who arrived early in a car troupe.

"His name is Ma'am Giwa. What-what served. Mas Anunga needs another wife?"

The woman with shaky eyebrows began to fuss over something unimportant.

He's my distant cousin.

"Goddessa!" my mother's jaws commemorate him.

Mommy's face was not good. Apparently my cousin is taking a vacation here.

He always bluntly showed his love for Mas Indra with his nickname as Prince Anunga. The Prince's First.

But only this time he said things exceeded the limit.

Has he lost his mind?

I can give him disciplinary punishment if he's being disrespectful.

"Am I wrong, Budhe? Isn't Mas Anunga and Ma'am Giwa together? I could be his replacement. Anunga does not need to approach again. Here, Pakdhe is my guardian."

I dropped a spoon and fork from my hand when Ayumi's sniffle contained shocking news.

Does my family know?

Mas Indra looked at me disappointedly.

He thinks I'm the one who leaked this status?

Kugeleng. Not to be accused of not being able to maintain trust.

"Don't joke, Arumi!" hisses tried to deny it.

"Squeaky. It's not you who filed for divorce. Why are you doing the show? This your attitude? Full of pretenses?"

"THE TENT!!" seruku and Mas Indra together.

The old woman told me.

I mean Grandma Mas Indra.

His disdainful and condescending attitude towards me in public, made me lose my respect.

It is better to fight death than slander.

Then I strongly believe, if the slander is more heinous than murder.

Through slander, one tribe can burn down. While killing, only the target will burn.

Just because my father-in-law is good, I respect him as a grandmother-in-law.

"Nenenda, already... Come eat with us," said Mas Indra softly who was not touched by the old woman.

"Why should it be hidden if you're divorced? Afraid of all facilities being pulled? Like this villa."

"Sorry, Nenenda. This villa was bought with my own money. You can't interfere."

"Your money? What job?" nenenda said fiercely.

On this question, I cannot answer. Right, who am I? Myjob?

But I just swallowed all my inferiority toward myself.

I won't let the old grandma know I'm not confident.

"Did Nenenda forget the duties of a prince's wife anything? It would feel long if it was explained. And you certainly don't forget there's a wage on every job."

"Please!" exclaiming young lady on the side of Nenenda.

Farida. Precious grandmother pearls.

Descendants of great nobles.

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

"Don't be tired, Grandma. Sit down and have breakfast with us. Or is grandma having breakfast with the delivery courier?"

Package introduction courier. My nickname is the princess from the south. Always reasoned to provide advisory documents, he came every holiday night and asked Mas Indra to take him home.

He did? Might as well.

"Nenenda just eat with us," Mas Indra invited.

"No. Grandma had breakfast outside. Not eating with the common people. You're taking us. Parjo sir was visiting his sick wife."

Mr. Parjo, Nenenda's private driver is choking back there.

Not following the madam because I saw her just coming out of the toilet.

Slowly he disappeared from here. Follow Nenenda's plot so my beloved ex-husband can drive her home.

Not wanting to durkaha, the man waltzed away after saying goodbye unkindly to my family.

"Why didn't you say you were treated like that? Is the Prince and his parents like that??" fawning mother after all the members of the nobility disappeared from our house.

Their servants followed.

We only have family left.

Even Ayumi followed them.

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