(Former) Prince's Wife
045

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

Nenenda who was usually haughty, now her face was as pale as a corpse.

Means right my guess, for the sake of eliminating me, he was willing to pay with his pride ring.

The son looked disappointed. It seems like Mas Indra's father has understood my direction.

They forgot their purpose in calling me.

This red ring, right?

It seems very valuable.

Did I hit him hard?

"If you're asking me why I'm wearing this ring, it's actually because I think the bomber is trying to cover up the evidence."

As if he understood, Nenenda was even more surprised by my words.

He stood up, followed by his son and grandson.

"That's my ring??" his girlfriend is impatient.

"Ring of the bomber," my timpalku.

"Give me my ring!"

Before Nenenda could reach me, I turned my face to Mas Indra's father.

Why did he just shut up when his mother had confessed to such a great crime?!

Is he going to be unfair?

"Dad! Didn't you hear yourself that this ring I found at the bombing site? Why would Nenenda admit it?! You have to be fair!"

"Huh! Aren't you okay? Don't try to influence my son! You have no proof!"

"Evidence?" I put my lips together and threw another picture.

The photo of the ring moving from Nenenda to a masked man, Nenenda was conscious.

"Yes! I'm the one who told people to exterminate you and your son! Our family lineage is none of the commoners! You are so proud to divorce my granddaughter! You and your son better disappear from history! Now give me back the ring!"

I don't know why Nenenda looks so brutal. He tried to remove the ring from my finger until it felt like it was going to break.

Just then I saw Nenenda's body floating.

A man dressed in all black with a head and mouth scarf, stood next to me.

"Ka-you! Jund! Dare you fight your owner's wife."

Nenenda said with a stern voice.

For some reason seeing him spew blood, I had no sympathy at all.

I just stared at my stand.

"Initially we let. But seeing you teasing the ring owner until he almost lost his finger, we couldn't stay still."

We were?

Reflexively I searched around.

When I looked up, I could only hold my breath.

On the roof, many people were preparing.

Where did they come in from?

No sound is heard.

And this place is a safe area. Cannot be carelessly entered by others, even the prime minister.

They are .... who?

"He's not a member of the sultanate's family!" Nenenda's voice was still shrill as she was dying like that.

The big man was standing in front of me. It was as if Nenenda's fingers were poisonous. Protecting me with his back.

"Agreement by master is inviolable. Who owns this ring, he's the one we're gonna protect. Please don't let us act any more."

Our conversation ended, because Nenenda vomited blood and began to lose consciousness.

I followed them. We went together like nothing happened.

"Son, can you tell me clearly?"

The former in-law who will always be my mahram sat by my side and said in a non-cornered tone.

I can only tell the leaders of this country.

Let him judge for himself.

Seeing him not judging me right away, maybe he still does not understand what Nenenda and I are talking about.

"In the cafe, precisely in the area that almost bombed, Ananda found this."

I showed you the photos in the cafe area and also the fingerprints before the gold on the ring began to fall from the pomegranate red stone skin that is now circular plain in my hand.

The man seems to be smarter than Nenenda. Covering his face when making transactions.

"When stored in the box, it turns out that the gold is not able to survive due to exposure to chemicals from bomb powder. The gold is loose from the stone and I ask the craftsman to clean the gold."

I showed the ring without taking it off my finger.

My intention was only to surprise Mas Indra and the others about this ring, apparently I was the one who was very surprised.

I think Nenenda deliberately gave a gold layer to her precious ring so as not to be recognized by others.

Apparently he's not the one doing it.

He even took this ring from me.

"So, what's this ring?" my many.

"If you tell me, are you willing to give it to us?"

"Dad, it seems not to focus on the point of the problem. Nenenda almost killed me and my baby, Dad. You still want to have this thing, and it's capable of protecting me and Aden?" disillusioned.

Mas Indra's father was not as strict as his mother. Sighs and no longer forces me.

"The ring was made by the previous Sultan. Grandpa Indra. Made to protect Nenenda and Dad because he felt time would pick him up."

I get it a little. Mas Indra's grandfather died while ill.

He made the ring as a token to move his shadow warriors.

The best soldiers, originally given only to the Sultan, but in those days the outer family tried to take over the throne after word got out how weak the physical Sultan was.

Also considered by him, gave Father Mas Indra to be cared for by the Kyai and Nyai families who are respected by all circles.

Both the pro Sultan family camp and the opposite.

Because of the gentle preaching of Kyai and Nyai, they are respected by all circles.

But no human is perfect. Both cannot have children. Therefore it became very easy for Kakenda to persuade the elders to have her first child taken care of both.

"We lost the ring. Maybe it shouldn't depend on creatures."

I glanced at the ring on my finger and the ring on the picture I printed.

At the end of his life Kakenda knew the bad habits of his wife who likes to demean and do arbitrarily.

Covering the rings of warrior tokens so as not to arbitrarily use force on the weak.

"Because in fact, without the ring, God gave power to the students to be able to fight better than the soldiers of the palace that had been controlled by Uncle."

"God willing," I said.

"You deserve to use that ring. But the impact is also not playing. The warrior token ring was known to all higher-ups. They also searched for the ring. If you keep them, in addition to getting protection, you will also be targeted by them."

I considered the good and bad, especially when I showed it to everyone, I chose to keep it to myself.

Mas Indra's father allowed it.

The matter of Nenenda being so cruel, he handed it over to Mas Indra.

Now here we are. Sit opposite to Aden who sleeps at the end of this U-shaped chair.

"How do you want it?"

"If I were the only one, I could understand Nenenda's hatred. It's about your son, Mas!"

"Yes. I-i know. I also agree to punish Nenenda in accordance with applicable law. But, Sugiwa..."

"Yes?"

"That masked man isn't very suspicious? Nenenda could just be affected."

I reflexively kicked the table. Already knew his grandmother was wrong, still defended!

"If you're not being fair like this, what's it worth to be a leader!?!"

I brought Aden who was crying because of my breakthrough.

Kissing her forehead in exchange for an apology had taken her by surprise.

"Wait, Giwa! Oi! I didn't mean to."

"Don't mean that how? You're still looking for a scapegoat!"

"But Nenenda can't be that cruel.."

"Well!"

Is he deaf or what? From the mouth of her own grandmother said she wanted to eliminate me and Aden from history.

Just because I'm a commoner.

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