(Former) Prince's Wife
037

If it were to me, for the sake of the woman of her choice for the granddaughter, Nenenda would dare to act so vilely.

Does that child belong to Gendhis?

Trying to find a confession with Nenenda?

He really has no sense. Directly come to the crocodile hole without checking the background of Nenenda.

She was a cruel woman who was willing to finish off her own sister in order to be able to be with this landowner.

I got rid of the problem with the ex-family first, to face the vile man who was about to kill me.

I went to the house I bought a year ago.

Clean shiny with fragrant food aroma, as usual.

In front of the door I passed by a beautiful female figure.

I stared hard at him and he was silent.

There was no fear in his face.

I held out my hand at the tote bag he was carrying.

He's the figure I'm looking for.

The woman who persuaded Gendis.

"What the hell?!" his jolt.

I threw the photos I just printed at the crossroads.

The thick paper flew.

In his care, I snatched the tote bag.

Dropped everything.

At first glance nothing strange. Facial, teeth whitening.

Extend your legs towards the solid powder that is neatly wrapped in shatterproof packaging.

"STOPPIIIII!" his screams were filled with fear.

"It seems you have understood what happened" I said to Kusuma who was moved closer.

Maybe he was curious.

Why does his beloved sister scream so loudly.

"Please don't bring this news. He's an innocent kid. He's just being used."

"A plain child can ask her brother to let her seduce a man?"

I didn't listen to Kusuma's request.

Allowing Kamala to face her punishment threatens my life.

What will he get?

He's one of those people with royal blood!

But as Kusuma said, he was just a tool.

I entered a locked room. Took the red-eyed ring that was tucked away behind my underwear.

Wearing it on my ring finger.

The engraving of this ring is very complicated. I never saw him on the market. Asking the jeweler, they were amazed.

"From afar it looks simple. But while wearing the camera lens, inside it was a character I didn't understand."

"Can you write?"

"Yes!"

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Such engraving.

"It seems the Madam knows?" ask the gold expert.

"Thank you, sir!" I said mysteriously.

The car I was riding on split the road longer than yesterday's trip.

I went back to a childhood home that had changed a lot. One neighboring house has even been integrated with our house.

The intention is that the other two houses want to be redeemed to face the road.

They keep raising prices.

Ratih did not open his eyes. The impact on his head was great.

My mother, father, and sister have already accepted my divorce.

My sister was even very supportive.

My life rhythm is back to a normal beat.

It's just a bombing problem that hasn't seen the culprit yet.

The impromptu marriage that Nenenda planned for the former, of course failed.

The middle-aged woman even had to reprimand her own child.

Shame, do the will without asking the person involved. Getting older should be more dignified, not imposing a will.

Kanjeng Romo also got a push from two directions.

Someone asked questions. Why would a monogamous family marry again? What is a humiliating divorce?

The others offered their daughters without shame.

That's the story I received from my subordinates.

Being far away in the East, hearing stories in the West. Have eyes and ears.

Then, is it strange that people fight and kill each other?

The phone rang when I was falling under a tree.

It's an amazing thing, it can be this relaxing.

"Hello.." I said ahead.

["You didn't forget, did you? Tomorrow's the Sultan's birthday. Be present."]

Until I forgot about the problem.

We got married and divorced on our anniversary. Kanjeng Ibu, in addition to not wanting to interfere with his son's household, he was also busy preparing everything.

"You really don't want to take Aden's custody? You're his mother, you have a right to it."

"If Giwa takes Aden. It's not just Aden's life, ma'am. But we all. We don't have the power for that."

"We have God, Giwa."

"Giwa knows, Mom. But we also have to work. Lying if you only rely on do'a."

"But I miss Aden, son. Want look. Wanted to wander. That cute kid, who's gonna hurt him?"

"Many, Mum."

"Keep if your ex-husband marries again, will Aden survive??!" fawning mother.

"Mas Indra will take care of him, ma'am. No, don't ask for the hard ones. If you want to visit Aden, their families will not forbid. Just tell me if there's such a thing."

"Your rendezvous."

"He forbid??"

"Yes. Why do you think we didn't ask for Aden's presence when you and Nak Indra came? The lady forbade us to meet her. He said we had broken up with them and were forbidden to be close again. Later his new son-in-law's grandson becomes restless."

Haiha. Nenenda really likes to interfere.

I trust you to meet Aden.

We decided to leave early for the city. Stay at a hotel that is far away of course.

Grandmother's words were very dear to her, apparently very true.

Mother who had the principle of not looking for face in front of the family Mas Indra, reluctant to stay if there is no event, now visit the capital for the sake of her beloved grandchildren.

My two parents were so enthusiastic, compared to my beloved sister who was pale.

"Why?" I half whispered.

He shook his head - the goal.

His face was still pale.

"Sister, you'll protect me if I get into trouble, won't you?"

"Origin't killing people, you can still be saved."

"I'll make sure it's not murder, brother."

"Then what? Thought of a girl?"

"But! Although I like truancy, I also expect a good wife."

I smile at the smile. Finally my sister's face returned handsome.

We drove by occasionally stopping by the diner and the by-house.

I buy a lot of hands.

Most of them are children's toys that Aden can't use.

When I arrived at the hotel, I could not keep quiet. I want to meet his grandson.

Many times I made sure Aden was at Mas Indra's house, the man who never died his cell phone, did not answer my phone ring.

Mas Indra has gone home, it is impossible to keep Aden left to his parents right?

"Hurry, Giwa!"

"Mas Indra hasn't answered, ma'am."

"Udah then! Like you said, we have every right to meet Aden as long as it doesn't interfere! It's daytime. Where can they forbid!"

"Good, mom.."

Father cannot follow his wife's wishes. Her vulnerable body was not strong enough to refrain from resting. Damara raised her hand.

I'm calling the bodyguards around here. Two people accompanied us.

I'm not going to lower my guard on this land.

Moreover, many have guessed the fate of my marriage and Mas Indra. They will prevent us from returning close to Mas Indra's family, even if there are children among us.

"Mom didn't think you'd have a bodyguard like this, son. It must have been great, yes," said the mother staring in amazement at the huge bodies sitting in front of us.

The two big men blushed in embarrassment.

I nodded briefly.

Not bragging in front of my mom.

There was a fret in this heart that restrained the smile and the sentence that was about to come out.

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