(Former) Prince's Wife
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"Farida, try to show me your dance" I said.

She's pouting. Without Nenenda beside him, he could only comply.

The dance look is more beautiful than I can't. Maybe a good decision made him Mas Indra's husband, as Nenenda said.

I patted my hands lightly.

"Now Faridah and Ratna do the dance together."

"You want the servant to dance with the commoners!?" farida protest.

"Here you two are dancers. You guys are doing a set of dances. Now do the dance together and let the dance masters here judge you."

Reluctantly Faridah performed the dance beside Ratna.

His dorsal bow was too gurgling. He must have focused only on Mas Indra here.

He was not chosen by the dancers.

To be shown to the public, it is impossible to choose a dance style that is like sun da l.

Faridah's hip movements were too much, while Ratna did it only once. Showing a strong sense in our women.

In the middle of there Faridah fell unconscious. He was taken to the clinic before hearing the results of the vote.

Perhaps because of the absence here, all dancers are more free to express themselves.

They will also not be able to evade, after senior dance teachers commented on Faridah's gemulai movement.

"You didn't catch up with him, did you? He will complain."

"What to complain about? He collapsed and was helped by the manager. You better translate this line of words. We are coming from the Kingdom of Adaka. You're good at their language, right?"

Adaka Kingdom...

So remember the faint childhood.

Grandfather once brought a boy with gold along his body, I scolded him because men should not wear gold.

The man was angry back, saying his jewelry was his pride.

We also had a great fight.

The sweet fat guy. That's what I call him.

We were friends until elementary school. I naturally learned the language and my grandfather directed me to a capable teacher.

Him, how are you?

Does he still remember me?

My writing of the language is better than writing of the language itself.

Mas Indra gave his thumb. He reads well.

"I don't suspect I'm writing strange words?" ask her.

"It's a two-state problem. Only a person who is lost in reason will cause a commotion. Who likes war?"

I just smiled knotty.

In fact, many women like to look for problems in front of delegates. Stomp to be praised. Forgetting brotherhood, for the sake of recognition.

I've felt that tightness.

Better to gather with noble men than noble women.

Their cunning is able to scorch a region.

I thought hard, how not to stay with those complicated women?

"Hey, Mas. I want you to translate the sentence. Can I stay with you until the end?"

"The wife of the Prince must indeed accompany me to the end," he said teasing me as he winked.

Instead of being moved, I raised my eyebrows and smiled smirkily.

"So these three years, I'm only considered a concubine?"

Checkmate. He can't answer.

"Sorry."

Ck. My heart hurts even more to hear it.

"So, that's right."

To eliminate the claustrophobic and awkward, I better go find the best healing food. Ice cream's.

Spooning directly from its place in large quantities.

Suddenly there was a poking on my shoulder.

I glare.

Although dressed not as long as the sholihah people, I am not a woman who can be dyed-up!

"Sorry" said the poke, raising his hand.

Adak Language. Is he an Adaka?

"May I have some vanilla and melon? I'm waiting in the corner of the room."

"Hey! I—"

Isha! Instead of listening to me, he walked away.

"Kanjeng Madam, the servant who will serve the guest master," said the maid.

I raised my hand. Tell them to do something else.

Carry a tray containing two bowls. Mine and his.

Maybe I can make new friends and make new friends.

"What!?" My voice and the voice of a woman were shrill together.

Apparently that guy was with a beautiful woman!

"Where is possible!? He's wearing a hood on his head!" The beautiful woman was pointing at me with her index finger.

"You're questioning me?" said the man arrogantly.

I think I should run away from them.

But the woman stood up and passed in front of me.

"Review you!"

He left without looking.

"Please sit down, Miss. Sorry to get you in my trouble. Just tell me where your house is. I'll take responsibility."

"What's responsible?"

I sat in front of him. Already hostile to that woman, I better find out.

"The woman is no ordinary woman. He's a noble who can exert everything."

"About you?"

"Yes. It's just that her aunt has a family with the ruler here."

Mm. He deserves to be confident. He has power in two areas.

I lured him to tell me so I could know his problem and avoid trouble for myself.

It turns out that they were betrothed, but this man did not like the woman because of his bad habits to his mother who was just a commoner.

His grandmother ignored that, because indeed the high caste was inappropriate for commoners.

Interesting too. His mother is just like me.

Fortunately, my mother-in-law was not.

Yeah, but Nenenda's as complicated as her grandmother.

"Tell me where you live so I can take responsibility!"

"No need. I can protect myself."

I passed away after leaving a tip for the waiter.

The man followed me, but was suddenly confused in the middle of the road.

He's a foreign tourist.

"Definitely a spoiled noble," I chuckled.

Not seeing the road ahead, I hit a wall.

Uh no. I hit Mas Indra.

"Who is spoiled?!" he said with a creepy low intonation.

I swallowed the air with distress. Right now, I'm like a wife caught cheating on me.

But no!! He and I have no relationship.

I went too far without answering.

Wash the entire body before playing with Aden.

Mata Mas Indra kept watching me. He took a look at my wet back.

"You shampooing?"

I turned the puffed-up eyeballs.

I knew my hair was wet, I asked.

"Sugiwa, answer me! Who's the guy? He said you were his girlfriend!"

"It's been, Mas. We must not cross our borders. You and I have no relationship. And don't hiss in front of Aden!"

Mas Indra softened when I offended Aden.

We played together until my son fell asleep on my lap.

I played her cheeks with anxiety.

How did I hate this cute baby?

In the evening we went down. Looking for a refresher for Aden. In the middle of the road we pass with Mbak Aini and her husband.

We just throw each other smiles because it's too far away to say hello.

From the private room of our destination resto, came a figure that haunted my mind, after this afternoon his favorite grandson was not elected in the election that I held.

Nenenda approached us. He smiled kindly.

"Come, baby. We've been waiting."

Looks like Aini's mom has run out to meet this old bandot. Did he also demean Mbak Aini who is just a commoner like me? Or just lick on that big country?

Nenenda's friendly face disappeared instantly as the door to the private room closed.

He's a dead red. Like a bull about to complain its horns.

"How can you be so cruel? Bully Faridah to the hospital? And Indra! Disciplined wife! This is the wife you chose?"

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