(Former) Prince's Wife
035

"Are you really okay, son?" ask mom to worry about me.

Grandma Mas Indra if in front of the audience never lost her smile.

At first I was just as thought as mom and dad, grandma was a good person because of her shady face.

Like a mother who will not be angry with her children.

Until that day comes.

When Mas Indra was summoned by his father-in-law.

Ngunduh mantu was held.

Grandma was staying at our house, and my father and mother-in-law were not.

"Sugiwa, can you clean up nenda's food, son?" asked Nenenda gently at that time.

"Well, Nenda."

"All your ex-husbands."

"Well, Nenda."

The day after the event was exhausting, I had to do it myself.

Up to a week later, most of it had to be me who did.

Does Mas Indra know? I don't know.

"I was originally going to allow Indra to choose her own life partner. But seeing that you have no pride like this, I really hope that no descendants of the Palace are born from you. They may not have pride. Likeyou. Your parents too."

That was the last word I heard from him years ago.

I thought it was just the words of a grandmother who was reluctant to part from her granddaughter.

When I decided to gather strength for my son, I found out that the old grandmother had held a party several times in the early years, just to show the gap between us.

While mother and father innocently consider all that as a way to get closer to grandma.

"Father-in-law and mother-in-law are good. Don't worry, ma'am."

"How can you not worry?! Your mother saw for herself that your two in-laws met the woman, so her name was. Give me a set of jewelry boxes, like your dowry. Nenenda said, they will be married in two days! Look at! Your husband went with them."

"Let it go, ma'am. She's divorced from her husband, right?" Damara, my sister is making a sound.

"Now once you say, Son! It's marriage!"

"Can we fight them?"

I breathed in short breaths. Damara was always logical, his statement this time was not wrong.

Who can we fight them?

"Damara's right, Mom. We don't have to take care of them anymore. It would even be nice if they would quickly open up our current status," said I who got a sharp delicacy from my beloved woman.

The bomb game this time is already beyond my threshold.

Allah will not test His servants beyond his means.

I'm sure I can get through this and take it off completely. Choose another test path. Don't want my family to be at stake.

It's been a miracle for three years that none of my family have fallen ill because of them.

While hearing mother's scolding, a hunch suddenly slipped into the recesses of my heart.

I ignored his screams calling my name.

Sorry, Madam. These feet step away like they have their own brains.

From the curtains that fluttered, I found a shadow that went running into the wild yard of one of the residents.

This leg move is getting faster.

Blank.

There's nothing on the page.

But the taluan in this heart is getting kicked.

Kusukuri the whole side of the yard, afraid of the tragedy in the cafe repeated in this house.

I bit my finger with anxiety.

Damara's been following me. His gaze asked.

"Don't ask. Look for a bomb like you see in the movies."

Damara didn't seem too surprised?

He traversed this vast land lightly.

Is he not afraid?

I just deg-degan.

Dad seems to be calming mom down, they're both not out chasing us.

"You look inside, Damara. I'm worried it's where it is."

I also called the villa manager who knew the ins and outs of each room to help Damara check the inside.

I told him to look for suspicious things.

In the text message Damara sent, there was no strange object in the room.

Even if an intruder broke into the building, we'd see it.

As long as the villa is empty, I don't want to burden the caretaker to keep an eye on him.

Let him guard from one direction.

When I got to the side of the house filled with dry leaves, I found a pile of black plastic.

There was no rubbish around, so it was suspicious.

I approached with a worried heart.

A bomb is not a fragile thing that if touched will immediately explode, right?

My feet reached the black abrasions that millions of people around the world use.

Chewy. Not a hard object like a bomb in a cafe.

Is there anyone from outside throwing garbage in here?

Could be.

The side of the house immediately met with a small road that entered the village residents.

Previous owners carried the theme of a house without a fence. Occasionally vacation and want to socialize with the people around.

Not safe? Might as well. But in many countries a house without a fence is a must. In addition to larger, residents who rarely socialize there, can know each other if something happens that is not desirable.

I turned. Wanted to invite this villa administrator, but was unable to.

A group of people came. Holding my hand without hearing my explanation.

"That's the guy who suspected him, sir!"

I smiled calmly. He has not introduced himself to the people around him. The deal is outside the house.

Just one look at it and fall in love.

"I-"

"Well, why are you at Hajji Agus' house?"

"This-"

"There's not a lot of cingcong! Just search!"

Huh huh? These guys don't have morals, do they?

Just met instead of asking good questions.

Or it could be that these people are someone's man!

Damnit. I can't fight the fathers who lock me up.

So crazy. Holding a foreign woman without guilt.

I grimaced. Their grip is very strong.

Along with that, someone opened a black crackle on top of a pile of leaves.

Amis sniffed directly on our noses.

With his bare hands he pulled the chewy thing inside.

A lump of formless flesh.

"Ckk. Still fighting you?"

Now I'm sure. They are not just people around. Some of them must be messengers.

"Stop! Don't be rude!!"

A middle-aged man with a black peci perched on his head stopped the brutal action of the citizens.

I breathe a sigh of relief. He's Mr. RT here. Said the daughter of Pak Haji Agus when we did the buying and selling.

After explained by Mr. RT, residents were silent with unpleasant faces.

"But he's carrying some weird meat, Mr. RT! You can't let this pass so soon! He could have done something to use."

Someone provoked from within the crowd.

I see she's a red-painted mother.

Why is my enemy so happy to dress in red?

Or to show who is behind it?

Residents who are silent because of shame and forget other events that are not strange. Reacted back.

All I can assure you is to cover up their shame.

The rustle bag containing a lump of meat was opened wide. RT seemed confused to make a decision. People are urging for checks.

"By apologizing, I as the head of RT here want to ask Mother Iwa to come to our house until this matter is resolved."

Too bad I haven't installed CCTV here. There is no solid evidence.

There's no other choice.

I follow their game.

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