(Former) Prince's Wife
041

"If I spend the night here, may I?"

"If I forbid it?" my reply.

Indra did not answer as usual. She's quiet. Take Aden to sleep.

"Specific why didn't it come?" I can't stand this silence.

"Snakes."

"You fired? Wh why? I saw she was deftly taking care of Aden."

"He's a little bit of a bitch in our room."

If that's the reason, she deserves to be fired.

Mas Indra was busy with her son. I feel bad to let him wake up, but tomorrow is the time of the disaster.

To appear perfect, those who appear even to convey sentences such as Mas Indra, must be considered he said, so as not to offend His Majesty the Sultan.

In the throne, there is no knowing the son and father.

Mas Indra can be charged if mispronounced. Must be accompanied by experienced elderly people. Make sure there are no wrong words.

I'll just make him a thin potato mixed with salt. With warm tea on a cold night.

Mas Indra came out of the room while I was still waiting for the potatoes to dry.

"Titip Aden" he said.

I thought he was going to buy something out there.

Until the sun said hello, Mas Indra just reappeared.

"Where are you from, Mom?" my pedicabs.

Don't know if I've been struggling with the stove I've left behind for so long!?

"Home."

"You're home!?"

I was so shocked. He came home not saying!

"Yes." Yeah."

I jerked my breath. Mas Indra breezed into the room without any guilt.

I fell asleep here, he's good at home!

But why did he come home?

Is it because I banned it yesterday?

Because I was lazy down, I made two eggs with potatoes that I had enough last night.

Let Mas Indra find his own food.

"There's only this" I said briefly as he stared at the empty dining table.

She should have protested or at least looked down on my cooking, like we got married in the early days and I could only cook the village food, which was not perfect.

Again not as I expected, he ate while holding Aden. Give a slice of boiled potato to Aden.

Our son played his potatoes before going into his tiny mouth.

I cleaned the remaining potatoes in his mouth and pinched them with anxiety.

The boy immediately cried.

Ouch, Sugiwa!

I threw a smile as Mas Indra looked at me expressionlessly.

Mr. standby. Always ready to hold his son.

"You just get ready. Let the steward tidy up this place."

"I'm here as a guest!"

"Think Aden!"

Ish, it could just take Aden.

But his words are not wrong.

Everyone would gossip Aden or even riot under the pretext of wanting to be Aden's nanny who lacked her mother's love.

Ck. I washed my body with cold water.

I'm trapped. I can't ignore Aden anymore.

Her funny behavior, her adorable face, I don't want her to turn away from me.

Thank you to Ratih or maybe Mas Indra, who always reminds Aden of his ignorant mother.

The cold air was more pronounced when the air conditioner forgot to turn it off.

Hunt me to turn off that oval.

As my hand turned towards the AC, I saw the color on the ring I was wearing begin to fade.

Scrubbed a little apparently brings out a striking red color.

Is this a stone instead of gold?

But it is too small, similar to gold that weighs less than five grams.

I took off the ring and put it on a box to check on the jewelry section of the city.

There I found Kusuma.

He's mortgaging gold.

"You didn't say you were struggling with money, Kusuma" I said.

He's not surprised. Sounded from his mouth.

"Nobody's holding me anymore. I have to find a contract and start a business from scratch."

"Taste you good. Just open the stall again in a new place" I commented.

Who kicked Kusuma out of my house, there is no question.

"You say a group, food will be wangy if the cooking is accompanied by a beautiful woman. Hope not to smell when cooking alone," complained Kusuma staring at my bead..

..with a longing gaze?

"Ngaaco. Rules where is that from?" my reply.

I'm grateful he didn't take revenge for his sister's arrest.

If you are sane, you must understand the cause and effect of criminal behavior.

We had a little chat and it was true that Kusuma was expelled by Mas Indra's bodyguards.

"In addition to them big-natured, there are tenants who enter. I'm certainly not feeling good."

I can only shake my head. Didn't expect Mas Indra to not only drive out Kusuma but also rent out the house without asking for my opinion!

My people confirmed the truth of Kusuma's words.

From the beginning I went to my parents' house, Kusuma was expelled and the new family settled there.

Mas Indra's helping hand made me realize that we had reached the great hall of this country.

All the great men, who were mostly made up of young people, lined up neatly to greet us.

With his left hand holding Aden and his right hand holding this finger, we walked into the hall like a flawless happy family.

Sometimes Mas Indra gives his attention to me.

I also noticed Aden who was overwhelmed by his father's feed.

The dress rehearsal was completed without any significant problems.

"Sorry I'm late!"

Me and everyone were glaring at someone shouting in public.

Proud of her yelling at her delay?

"Nenenda felt pain in her hip. I massaged him first until he felt good" said Faridah, the granddaughter of gold.

He said spoiledly.

Although not as loud as the voice at the beginning, she should not talk about the health problems of the old woman in front of her granddaughter and be heard by many people.

Health is confidential.

Wanting to take notice instead of being stupid, I so questioned his nickname the airport flower that controls all etiquette.

She'll be the lead dancer.

I thought a commoner finally came up with his ability, again defeated by his caste name.

Ratna, a friend of Ratih's. In addition to athletes. Her elastic body controlled almost all the noble dances and commoner dances in this country.

He became able to fight because of his dancing skills.

I gave Ratna the code to not cause trouble.

He pouted but did not bother to refute my orders.

Being transparent in the middle of a free information space.

In addition to coffee shops, the sorority of dancers is a valuable source of information.

Many dancers are invited in person. They watch and hear.

Although not spread the news to the public, they will talk to each other and encourage each other.

High accuracy.

Because of being a dancer, most of them do not want to preserve the culture, but hook the higher ups with their slender bodies.

"Who do you like with dancers, Mommy?" I asked Mas Indra.

My voice was a little loud, evidenced by the noise of the room that turned silent after I made a sound.

Mas Indra threw his gaze across the room.

If he decides, it will lead to suspicion.

If he did not answer, it would display an indecisive impression.

"My wife, you know more about culture. Which one should I make the main dancer for?"

Damnit. He even reversed my words.

Everyone is waiting for my answer.

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