(Former) Prince's Wife
043

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

"Former, Ne."

"You..!" Nenenda pointed at my face.

"Already, Nenenda. My wife is not wrong. Indeed Miss Faridah who is not strong dancing. Can't you just let it show?" said Mas Indra casually.

"former, Say. Not the wife" I snorted.

"Ananda's been getting a little dizzy lately, Nenda. Can ananda just sit around at the celebration?" Farida can apparently make a sound. I thought he could just be quiet.

"That's a damn thing. You will be accompanied by Indra. Aren't you alone, Ndra? Just announce your divorce with your wife."

"Former, Ne."

These people have been said to still not pin the ex!

Let them talk. I was busy feeding Aden the henchman on his father's lap.

It seemed like Aden was already used to hearing the crowd, he was not bothered with the adult debates in front of him.

"Don't tease my granddaughter, Sugiwa! You divorced her! Why are you so close to him?"

I raised one eyebrow. I felt strange about Nenenda.

"What legend can't tell who's chasing after who's being chased?" selorohku.

I chuckle, they even frown.

A moment later I looked at Mas Indra. Want to eat quietly even listened to the babble of the old grandmother.

Indra seemed to understand. He put down the bill and rang the doorbell.

"Compose everything" Mas Indra said to the waiter.

The waiter nodded deeply. Grabbing food with his bare hands.

Stacking it up to the upper arm.

"I'll excuse you, Grandma. Aden has to sleep" said Mas Indra when the door was not closed.

Nenenda will not be able to convolve. Just like her granddaughter, she always showed a good relationship with me in public.

Nenenda nodded briefly. Giving permission without a word.

"I want to find a cold drink outside" I told Mas Indra.

The man who had entered the elevator was unable to prevent me.

Instead of making it complicated to go with Mas Indra, I better do me time.

Tell my men who work here to find a simple change of clothes. Plain without any ornaments.

I peddle feet to every wagon. Tasting cold drinks and street food, which I've long left behind.

When I eat I almost choke when someone pokes my shoulder.

I'm getting annoyed to see the same guy this afternoon. He's so happy to poke!

"Visea!"

"Eh. This is you Wong Sugih! I was just Nebak."

"Don't poke so. You want to cut off his hand?!"

"You guys are so tight."

"Every one has his own rules."

"I'm giving up." Wisesa raised her hand. He smiled silly like Kusuma.

Just thinking about it, Kusuma appeared in front of me.

Finally we sat three with my snacks as a banquet.

They devoured it without asking permission!

I've been wearying my way from end to end!!

"Why did you eat mine, huh? Do you guys do it?"

"Indeed!"

Uhh! Even compact answer my words.

"I didn't bring any money" said Kusuma, seeking a plea.

"My money hasn't been exchanged." Wisesa also expressed her complaint.

After making a sound to each other, they even chatted typical of men. Laugh at a joke.

"Sir, apparently you're here!"

A man in Adaka customary clothes approached our table. It was clear he was going to pick up Wisesa.

"You call the remaining merchants."

What does that guy want?

His adjutant immediately moved, having the entire wagon come closer to where we were.

I felt something was wrong as he smiled broadly.

"Miss, please eat the whole thing. You too, bro. Their food is all delicious."

Seeing the hopeful faces of the merchants, I let them serve us.

"Free is this?"

It is a shame for me to interfere with the money!

"Free, Miss."

Not felt with them until the early hours.

Because the streets were so crowded before the anniversary the next day, I was not aware of the time.

In the room, Mas Indra was already asleep with Aden.

Yes, I just gave up sleeping outside.

Wearing upholstered clothes, terminated mukena. The front room is very cold at night.

When the sun did not say hello, this room was filled with the sounds of busyness.

I squirm. Staring at the wall clock that shows I've only slept two hours.

Put me in the bed in the room. Smelled by the soothing baby scent. I went back to sleep until it felt like my body was rocked.

I looked up to see Ma'am Aini in this room.

"Two hours from the ceremony! You don't intend to skip, do you?"

Even though this head is dizzy, I still prepare myself to the maximum.

Ma'am Aini apparently brought a makeup artist for me.

I went back to wearing the red kebaya I used to love so much.

I look in the mirror at this perfect makeup.

Looking at the nightstand, lay a red velvet box delivered by my subordinates.

The ring belonged to the bomber.

I wore.

Then come out elegantly. Staring straight, ignoring whispers and calls.

I was with Mas Indra.

"It's so pretty, my dear," she said.

There is no time to discuss the flutter, the anniversary ceremony will restart.

I don't know why, Mas Indra was pecking all day.

He wasn't teasing me like he was then, was he playing a mysterious cold man?

Another strange thing that happened was that I heard a little whispering.

I stayed in the ladies' area to deliver the greeting.

They closed their mouths neatly. I did not feel a cynical look, except from Faridah.

"Kanjeng Madam, I was about to ask. Are you and Kanjeng Prince already not together? I heard the rumor."

"Your Majesty Kanjeng Madam! Let me punish Miss Faridah! His mouth cannot be left."

Sulistya, that one gang woman with Faridah raised her voice to defend my honor?

Faridah seemed to be as shocked as I was.

Are they all playing a role?

Kulrikik Nenenda who always accompanied Faridah. He was quiet too.

"Okay, Miss Tya. Take the perpetrator to the punishment room."

Kutatap Nenenda's. He did not help Faridah at all.

I left this hall. Fed up with the cunning women.

The men are more appreciative of the existence of someone who has been chosen as a couple.

No matter if it was just commoners, the lower male nobles could respect them. Perhaps because it has become a task to manut on higher.

"Wisesa.." call me.

That smiling face looked at me expressionlessly.

Apparently it was playing an expression like Mas Indra.

We finally faced each other at the banquet. Translating the phrase Adak is my job.

"Your wife is very clever" Wisesa praised using our language.

I blushed in shame. Very rarely do people sincerely flatter me.

"And she's so beautiful. Until I thought it was still a girl" he added.

"Indeed very pretty. That's why you have to keep your eyes here. Our women can't keep being looked at."

"Mas.." I whispered while warning.

He is threatening the prince of another nation!

Not because of each other and then the great war that never ends!

Not funny.

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