(Former) Prince's Wife
004

I got to my destination city ahead of schedule.

The car is safely parked in an empty yard. Me and Mr. Mamat sat on the guest sofa with roaring breaths.

Our backs go up and down.

The day of going after killers is a new thing for me. Usually kidnappings always occur in lonely nights, away from the state security quagmire.

Do they have no fear of the police?

Put a gun in broad daylight. I counted myself as a civilian. Even now, I always keep the latest firearm in my little sling bag.

"Crazy for them" muttered Mr. Mamat.

I glanced at Mr. Mamat and closed my eyes again. Regulates the roar of the stinged breath.

"Indeed crazy," I said.

Remembering in this mind, so many vehicles we have to avoid, so as not to lose out to being overtaken by the hitmen.

I'm not afraid of above-average car speeds. The laymen who drive in the middle of the road and those who cross the streets, become my gulan.

Worrying about one of them getting hit by my car or the kidnappers' car chasing me.

I would feel very guilty if they got hurt.

"Sorry that there are no victims. Was was loh earlier. It's crowded smoothly, why keep chasing that kind of loyalty."

"So, you're worried about me, especially."

Mr. Mamat is a former race car driver, a former hearse carrier, and has been involved in several things about the rigors of the world.

I found him desperately seeking treatment for his son.

Although he was not saved, Mamat continued to follow me because he was happy to have time to make his daughter happy, before the beautiful little girl returned to the divine lap.

"Would you really live alone here? How I worry yes. The separation of the mother and father has not yet been announced. Mother's enemies must still be misuh-misuh."

"I've taken into account, sir. God willing, they did not find me that fast. Maybe, they'll find me after my mother broadcasts the news of our divorce. Mas Indra must be impatient to marry his lover. It's already in the end of Jumadil Tsani."

Mr. Mamat looks like mangut-mangut understand my words.

Their marriage could not be arranged in just one month.

There are thousands of rituals to be performed. From customs to wedding parties. In the house of the bride or in the place of the bridegroom.

Even I had to climb up the mountain to pick up the nightly flowers, as a testament to my ability in determination and physical strength.

I can't imagine the ancients without advanced equipment, how long would it take to meet the conditions issued?

But they can fulfill it. Their bodies must be strong and energetic.

"Mother, I'm going to go pick up Dian."

"Yes, sir. Be careful."

Dian is the eldest son of Mr. Mamat. The cottage in the pesantren is famous and today will go home.

Actually, with Mr. Mamat's ability, it's enough to protect me. The presence of Mr. Mamat by my side made me calm.

But I don't want to be selfish, today is the graduation of his daughter, who has been fighting for ten years in the pesantren. They want to celebrate graduation with their families.

"But I don't feel good about leaving mom alone. Don't you live with your parents?"

I'm shaking. "It would be dangerous. You just calm down. Greetings to Dian."

"Good, mom. Hearts at home. I will inform Martin and Giyok" Mamat said, referring to two of my other bodyguards.

"Yes, sir. It's gone there. Kasian Dian if last night, can-can be sampled tomorrow."

"Be careful, ma'am."

"Ready, sir!"

Mr. Mamat passed after repeatedly worrying about my condition.

He was like my parents in town. My parents are in the village, I refuse to see them. Afraid they might get involved in my ex-husband's family problems.

Mamak and father are just plain villagers. Not understanding the intrigue that occurred in the palace.

I hope they continue to live in peace, even if only in simplicity.

Silence in the house is not a good thing.

In my mind, the little baby I heard crying while giving orders to my people, for the last time.

Even though I only occasionally carried it, I felt an invisible bond.

Always wanted to be by his side. Ensuring all his needs.

There are already my people to watch her grow. Father-in-law also promises the best protection.

I just need to make sure everything goes well.

The sound of the clanking of pots falling from the kitchen woke me up.

Apparently I fell asleep while thinking about that handsome baby.

I squirm. Stretch my body.

I was too lazy to go to my room.

I keep cats in this house. It is not unusual to hear the sound of falling objects.

Bathing. Wudu. Prayerfully. I'm done.

I took a moment while waiting for the promised time. The interview with the shop was conducted in the afternoon after the store closed.

I want to rest for a while. About falling asleep earlier, countless breaks. My body is stiff, because I fell asleep on the sofa in a bad position.

To close your eyes, again the sound of objects falling from the kitchen.

I got up with a feeling of annoyance. If the cat is allowed to play around, it will only cause a commotion - another commotion.

 As soon as I reached the kitchen, I was shocked by the presence of a man standing on my back.

Bleeding head. He's boiling water.

I slowly back off. Looking for something I can use as a self-defense tool.

Realizing that approaching the man would only cause danger, I decided to go to the house of Wati, the woman I entrusted to take care of this house, long before I lived in it.

"There's someone else!?"

Wati looks shocked. I can read his facial expression. He didn't tell lies. She was just as surprised as I was when she found out that someone else was living in the house.

"A pri-a," pressed me.

"For God's sake, ma'am. I never let anyone else in. I cleaned the house with my husband cleaning the yard. I'll make sure it's clean before I put it in."

"Who is that guy then??"

I'm fretting. Scared that fast the kidnappers and murderers found me.

Was my calculation wrong?

I even went through a winding road so as not to be caught. Turn the road with time doubled.

It was as if I was really going to a faraway city.

"How about we check, ma'am? It could be that the man is a thief" suggested Faris, Wati's husband.

"Yes. Please bring another friend. Maybe he attacked us."

Faris nodded. He left and soon returned with two shepherds. They said they wanted to help as thanks for the sacks of grass that Faris gave me from my house.

I'm reviewing the smile. Although I was first staying, my name is already famous. As planned.

The five of us slipped in from the back door. Inside the kitchen, two large pots lay on the floor. On the dining table splattered empty noodle and bowl packs.

We glanced at each other, then nodded at the same time. Not really a cat. There's someone else there.

As planned, Faris will precede to search for the man. Two of his friends followed behind. They'll move only when Faris needs.

Me and Wati are worried.

Wati worried about her husband. I'm worried about my house.

This house is not too big. If they were to quarrel, the damage would definitely directly lead to the walls of the existing buildings and furniture.

Just thinking about it is confusing.

I hope that man will face peace.

Five minutes we waited, Faris had already found the whereabouts of that person. Faris was very careful, his steps were very slow, afraid of the intruder suddenly ambushed him.

We headed for the second room, an empty room that I made as a guest room. In a slow motion, Faris opened the door.

We were stunned by the stuffing in the room.

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