(Former) Prince's Wife
044

"I really don't think you're anyone's wife."

"I thought you were a girl."

"Alone in the shop. Alone in the garden."

"Who would have thought you had one?"

"And I was serious about what I said in the tavern, Beautiful woman."

Wisesa chatted smoothly after Mas Indra left us to face her father.

Kulirik. I hope no one understands his words.

He could go to prison for harassment of members of the sultan's family.

"There are still many beautiful girls in our country if you really want to marry one of them."

"You're not forbidding?"

He might be surprised at my straight words. His face was up.

"You have been acknowledged by the Great Sultan."

The Sultan of Besar was the Sultan of the Sultanate of Gladri Makkah, who was the representative of the Caliph in this land. Jawi Land.

To gain recognition means to be ready between politics, civilians, and the military to appear with other countries that already exist first.

Whether it be a new Sultanate or a new Kingdom.

The Adaka Kingdom was only recognized about ten years ago and only now appears in the interstate arena.

Actually it has been there before now, only it used to be similar to a small village.

Somehow the development of these three years skyrocketed rapidly. Many of their forest areas were dismantled to make housing and build state defenses.

Probably because of this guy in front of me.

The reason our people cannot speak their language is not because they are left behind. Precisely because they think they are nothing more than an inland group, which is worthless.

Now, it seems that thought has to be changed.

There will be a new star.

"Since we know each other, may I ask for help?"

"Yes. Just say it."

"I'm looking for my late grandmother's sister. His name is Mbah Gedhe."

Mbah Gedhe's? My granddaddy? Not likely. He has no sister.

Well. Gedhe's name was owned by subordinates of the Sultan who had guaranteed his loyalty.

It could have been that the nobles of the kingdom went to look at the sultanate and gained sympathy from the Sultan because of his ability.

"Speak his full name. Originally. And if it could be his father's name."

"Ismel Gedhe Ghana, son of Kyai Longkrang. Origin of Wanua Jati."

"You ... Surya!? Your first name is Surya!!?"

I cried out unconsciously.

"How did you know?"

"Ismel Gedhe Ghana is my grandfather."

"Who? You're the bald one? Isn't bald a man?"

"Oh!!!!"

I want to know the boy in front of this.

This guy is an old friend of mine.

Long time no see, changed so much the boy cungkring became this brave.

And yes, my head used to be bald because I used to bathe at times and make my hair a lot of nails.

Rather than itching, I chose balding.

Not a few strangers thought I was a boy.

"How's Mbah doing?"

"A year after you left, Mbah Gedhe died."

"Accordingly mourn. Turns out there's news like that and I don't know."

"just teach. Your place is far away."

Wisesa or the boy I used to call Surya fell silent after I reported the news of Mbah Gedhe's death.

He may be praying for Mbah.

"I didn't know Mbah had a sister. All are men" I said after a moment of silence.

Wisesa smiled miris. He then lowered his head.

"It is not strange for a brother who turns away to be abandoned. The late grandmother was too in love, so couldn't see the difference."

Wisesa loosened her back. He leaned against the chair.

"No. That's why his body was buried in no man's land."

"Is that why you were taken by Mbah?"

"Yes. Since grandmother was different, she lived outside the powerhouse, who would have thought her son would still get the throne? Then marry the girl he used to be with. A year later I was born in that humble house."

I quietly listened. I can say Wisesa is my cousin. Grandma's marriage was complicated.

"Dad can win from his brother's fight because he has a shadow army of grandfathers. Grandma can no longer threaten me, because she's the man who's left."

It's common civil war up here. You will not be surprised to hear a brother kill his sister, even a father does not hesitate to intercept the development of his son, if it surpasses him.

It seems that the husband of the grandmother is so in love with him that he does not hesitate to give help to their children. The other children were left to fight alone.

Unfairly. But that's how it is. Parents will always lean on one person. Either because his partner is very loved or because his son has a proud advantage.

"After grandfather died, His Highness Grandmother forced the father to marry his daughter, the father's own biological sister. The chaos happened. Grandma was killed and I was sent back to my grandmother's hometown."

It's appropriate that this child is very thin and fairly rude when they first meet.

That little one has had a non-wearing experience.

I understood more and more why Mbah was covering up his identity as a big man.

If he wanted to, we wouldn't have to live below the poverty line.

Just by showing her work, people will become disinclined and our lives will be assured.

But he prefers comfort.

"And you beat me to vent your anger?" I said kidding.

He even took it seriously. His head was embarrassed.

"I thought you were a boy. I beat up a girl."

"Why do you want to meet Mbah?"

I better switch the conversation. His sorry face made me feel bad for offending the past.

"Meeting family does anything have to be special first?"

His statement is quite striking. Our story ends when time shows we have to rest first.

He said he would visit both of my parents after the show was over.

Mas Indra and I went to the core banquet.

What's strange to me is that there are no important people here.

There were only the two old men Mas Indra and the old grandmother.

Is there an urgent problem?

It's not usually the waiters leave.

I had lunch with a heart that asked questions.

"Where did you get that ring?" tanya Nenenda pointed at the circular red ring in my hand.

"You stole state property?" scabbed again.

Not the first time he's tried to frame me for treasure theft.

Usually both of Mas Indra's parents defended me by saying, "It's okay, Nda. Sugiwa's the daughter-in-law of our family. Right to enjoy every treasure."

This time they were silent. Their faces implied tension.

Because I can't stand the ravings of Nenenda who started ngalor ngidul, I took out a photo of the initial shape of the ring that I used.

I saw Nenenda start to fall silent. Eyes buying.

"Did Nenenda know this ring?" I said calmly.

"Look! He even stole my ring!"

Nenenda who began to soften back his voice. He seems to be using this as a US card to accuse me.

I took out another photo of the ring.

"This I found-"

"Huh! How could you find the ring, while the ring was just taken off during the bath!? You stole it, didn't you visit?"

"This thing is so funny. When have I been to Nenenda's house?"

"You .. you keep time..." Nenenda is very agitated. He doesn't seem to understand my schedule and has trouble lying.

"I found this ring dropped at the site of a red bomb that almost exploded."

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