(Former) Prince's Wife
039

"Son..?"

Mother looked at me with a questioning look accompanied by disappointment, who might still not believe my words.

I won't be moved.

This is not something the police will solve.

My two best guards are guarding up close and someone escapes?

If two of my bodyguards die, then all of this happens.

"Andi, Adit, you're still here, right?"

"Ready, Mistress!"

Two of my bodyguards showed up after the security forces were forced to disperse by my orders. Their superior wife.

"We didn't see anyone passing by. Either from inside the building or outside the building."

I nodded my head at his explanation.

Surround the room space. Look for a broken roof.

Inside, my father and sister were lying in two different places.

Father with his side sleeping position and my brother who was closed on the sofa.

Both mouths are foaming.

My two bodyguards are selecting staff who are proficient in the medical field.

The doctor has not arrived yet. He's stuck in traffic on the street.

I don't know why I seem to smell something sweet.

I'm approaching this nose to the smell.

Almost toppled when a pair of eyes suddenly bought and glared at me.

"Hello, Ma'am," he said with horror.

Reflex I hit Damara's head.

He could have been joking around like this!

"JENNYAM!!!" my yells fierce.

"Shhh. Don't be so hard, Mother."

"Why?" I began to understand something was wrong.

Damara's eyes continued to move around the right and left sides even though his body did not move in the slightest.

"Critical bell, Ma'am. Both legs are paralyzed."

"Enengs? Eneng who?"

The brain thinks hard.

Who's Eneng?

I don't have a friend named Eneng!

Damara's friend?

"As for Eneng, I was also targeted."

"What's clear, Ara!"

"Gee! I'll explain. Just let me know that dad and I are in recovery."

"What are you doing dad!?"

"Give daddy some sleeping pills." Damara smiled silly.

"THAT KID ASKED TO BE HIT!!!"

I beat him brutally.

There's no brain on him!

"Son, your father is conscious. Loh Damar is awake too? Alhamdulillah! Your spout checked. The doctor next door has checked your father. He said it was just fatigue."

"Whose doctor, Mom?" ask Damara to mom.

"Doctor Udin."

"Then, please cooperate, Ma'am!"

The boy covered after giving his horse a smile.

As Damara said, I gave her also mother and father a ticket to 'restore themselves' on the island of Komodo.

Yep. You did not expect. They would not even suspect it.

I also made an empty flight for them.

To trick anyone who's after them.

I haven't gotten any explanation from my sister. Everything is in a hurry.

I face my birthday alone.

The former in-law who was supposed to be a star, even I kept being interviewed.

They asked about the excitement at the hotel.

"My father and sister are fine. Only experienced jet lag as a result of long trips" I explained to the media.

"But it's not that Kanjeng Madam's house doesn't need to board a plane?"

"We heard Kanjeng Madam's father and sister frothing, it's really okay?"

"Say the police also raise their hands on this case? What does the Sultanate's top brass involve?"

"How come you guys like spying on Ndalem people?"

Short sentences. But silencing them.

The interview session ended just like that.

I came out of the building and stretched my head. Tired also only stared at one point when interviewed.

We must not look at the asking face, an etiquette to answer like the question of one who has nothing to do with us.

Because journalists in this country are from the upper class.

Who would dare to ask this and that to the Sultanate's family?

Journalists here are not protected.

Anyone who dares to issue an opinion that is not in line with us, they will at least lose the right to be an interviewer.

"You want to stay in my house?"

Mas Indra is speaking.

As a couple who is still known to be legitimate in marriage, of course he must accompany me.

Only difference this time, I no longer jaim or courtesy in front of him. Nguap stay nguap.

I shook firmly.

In addition to being reluctant to be with him, the hotel was already paid until the event was over.

Be lazy if you want a refund. Only get half.

Two rooms dad, mom, and Damara, I gave it to my school-age friend.

They'll be here this afternoon.

Arriving in front of the lobby, I clucked.

The aroma of chili and cooking-cook is smelled in the lobby full of AC.

This, star hotels, their time can't keep the air quality here?

"Is there a leak from the kitchen?" ask me at the receptionist.

"Ti-no, Mrs Kanjeng. Forgive me for your inconvenience. We will act decisively"

"But, Mrs Kanjeng!"

When a receptionist was about to explain, his friend who had been looking down raised his head to look at me.

The receptionist nudged his friend's arm.

Hearing the curse that hooked the guest with me, I turned my head to the crowd I had just passed.

Two people there, I know him very well.

Denisya and Halimah.

My most recent schoolmate.

Now just wearing a shabby negligee. Their hands were carrying equally shabby bags. And a food basket, the source of the disturbing smell, lay near them.

Even though I like sambal, bringing him into an AC room is the worst thing.

"GODDESS!"

"Oh my God!"

I would almost retreat from my place, if there were no bodyguards blocking his second step.

Embarrassing.

Shouting in public and running. Forgetting the child they held, so strayed and almost fell, if their father did not immediately hold them.

"Just go to your room. I'm gonna do something else."

Oh gosh. There-there's just.

I guess they know the best of the capital city's manners because they were always updated about everything.

I even met them in the jewel collection room of the capital.

Why have they changed so much?

Although the clothes are not slick, if you can bring yourself, it will not look tacky!

Shabby clothes will still look elegant with the person wearing them!

Like clothes with faded models displayed in the famous mall - mall.

"If you all are friends of Kanjeng Madam. Calling the surname of the Sultan directly is a great sin. Five days in prison is the lightest sentence. The heaviest, your tongue will be cut."

The last sound I heard before the elevator door closed and took my body away.

Yep. Calling the surname of the Sultanate is a prohibition.

This is in addition to respect, also a legacy of ancestors, which is to avoid black practices carried out by the enemy.

Without a full name, a shaman will not be able to undergo the process of witchcraft.

That is why, if you open a history book, you will realize if the figures of this country, rarely engraved his real name

Princes. Queen. The king's. Even the Sultan.

Their real names will not be written.

What is written in the book is the name of the nickname only.

"Are there any developments from tracking about Damara, Ma'am?"

I asked Ma'am Aini who was sipping her hot chocolate.

The guest of honor of our country who should have come enough on the day H, was willing to fly after I conveyed the confusion.

Stay at the same hotel.

"It's Eneng."

Ma'am Aini showed me a photo I know very well. Yep. Eneng the son of Mr. RT.

"He was paralyzed after the accident."

I'm nodding. It turns out Eneng who Damara means is the son of Mr. RT.

Waitaminute! Where do they know?

"It looks like you have an amazing sister, Dek."

Ma'am Aini chuckled in admiration as she read the line of paper in her hand.

Wanna peek?

It won't be!

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