(Former) Prince's Wife
046

"sorry. I just can't believe Nenenda did that. He ... always has a good reason for every action."

"Good for you!" myrag.

I almost tighten my voice if I don't remember I'm still in the hospital.

Even though it is on the top floor uninhabited, it still does not feel good to make a noise.

"Remember, Mas. The old woman said she was going to kill me and Aden. How could I just hand Aden over to you?"

I jerked his hand.

Because in a hurry to remember Aden with his sisters in the crowd, forget that here too has been too crowded.

People flock to question the state of Nenenda.

In that case, those shadow bodyguards did not feel I was in danger.

I'm really overwhelmed.

"Nenenda is just tired."

Mas Indra's voice sounded right behind me. He took my hand and led me away.

I wanted to let go of the handle, but we were outside.

It is unethical to spread personal disgrace when we are in the spotlight.

In the car, I could stay away from him. Although only limited to the door of the car.

We kept quiet with each other. Not a word came out of my mouth.

"Suster, why are you alone?" I investigated when I found the nurse who did not know what her name was, was enjoying food without Aden around her.

The sister choked on my arrival and my sudden question.

Then he stood up with his head lowered, "Ndalem's bodyguard came and asked the Prince Kanjeng. He said he was called to lunch together."

"STUPID!!" my sentakku.

Kutepis hand of Mas Indra who was about to touch my shoulder.

I pointed at the face of the pinched nurse.

Where does his wits just let his responsibility go?!

"You don't have a brain, huh? I've been waiting to not give Aden to anyone! Didn't you get a lesson before coming here!?"

"Already, darling. We better find Aden."

"This is the nurse you chose?" I attacked him back.

But I really question, Ratih was willing to break the rules to not give Aden to the stakeholders, every time an event was held in the Palace.

So it needs me or Mas Indra to pick him up.

I don't trust anybody.

And Mas Indra is too confident in the security of his country!

"You should think, Mom! You often evict citizens without giving discussion opportunities. That vindictive is fearless!"

Well, Mas Indra always compensates new residences for the residents he evicted.

Unfortunately, all of this is based on population data.

The new residence does not fit all of them, because some people do not have a clear identity.

The result is that they hang on the streets.

It was not impossible for them to take revenge in the crowd!

Do not think that the evicted house is only built of wood and chalk. There are many luxury homes owned by the new rich.

Thugs and local figures, also can not be separated from the plan Mas Indra to rebuild a city.

Don't you realize him? Sometimes a figure is more obeyed than a state rule. Deifying them.

Just a little annoyed, acting out of reason.

"Dear, where are you?"

As per my kiraku, Aden is not in the Sultan's private hall.

He's out of nowhere. With whom.

"Kanjeng Madam, Kanjeng Prince is calling you," Ratna said.

Apparently Mas Indra already knew about my confidant who was present at this event.

He did not order a lady, but told Ratna who incidentally was not a servant or member of the nobility.

We walked down the street and found an enclosed space behind a glass cabinet in the Sultan's private hall.

At first the road was pitch black, then we found a bright room from direct sunlight.

On a wall, the hands of a man of great stature were glued.

Mas Indra stood with his jaw tightening.

"Kanjeng Prince. I dare to swear. Servant ordered Kanjeng Nenenda to pick up Kanjeng Little Prince."

"Don't make up stories!"

Ck. Apparently Mas Indra still did not believe his grandmother was so cruel.

I'm gonna sit at the end of the door. I want to listen to their conversations.

"BY ALLAH, the servant ordered Kanjeng Nenenda to fetch Kanjeng the Little Prince, but he broke free in the middle of the road and disappeared."

I didn't take my eyes off when Mas Indra pointed his dagger right into the bodyguard's mouth.

His movements seemed to want to tear the guard's mouth.

"Hamba, as well as others, have been down this building... He was afraid he was taken outside.."

"Already, Mas. Leave this to his share. You don't want to go looking for Aden?" as if.

My ear was hot because the bodyguard said things over and over again.

"Come, baby."

Then my eyes glared at the light of the lamp.

The air in this room is almost ice cold.

Mas Indra unbuttoned his captain and put it on me.

He bare-chested walked into this cold room.

Inside are dozens of monitors.

"I don't want you to rush the streets. Sit down and find Aden in here. Coordinate this team. I'll go to the field."

A group of serious people with monitors in front of them, immediately stared disapprovingly at Mas Indra's decision.

But they don't make a sound. They quietly listened.

"You listen to Mrs Kanjeng!"

Can I find Aden by staying in this room? Aden could not be in the palace!

It feels uncomfortable.

Like there is no effort for my son.

Kusul Mas Indra who went to the South.

I was confused because he disappeared.

But my ears heard a voice from behind the wooden wall in front of me.

It seems like a secret door.

"Kanjeng Prince...! You brought Kanjeng Madam?! This place is not for random people. Even Kanjeng Sultan alone brought Kanjeng Ibu after officially becoming the leader! You're the new successor to the Sultan!"

"You have no right to question me. Do yourjob!"

"But...!"

"I don't want to repeat the word!"

"Prince! This place is a secret place!! Did you forget that this place is the eyes of the country!? All roads cannot be seen!"

I closed my mouth because I was so shocked.

Turns out the state is spying on CCTV?

I just found out!

The rules of this country should be a little loose, but sometimes criminals suddenly disappear in the middle of the night.

I backed off regularly and returned to the room.

From the entrance, a young woman appeared. From his greetings, it seemed like he was the one in the room with Mas Indra.

His face is very friendly. His greeting to me was also friendly.

Where was the discordant voice during the protest at Mas Indra?

"Kanjeng Madam, here is CCTV Keraton. Please use it well. You can see the palace from all sides. We've set the clock at the last minute Kanjeng Prince with his nanny."

I nodded briefly. Apparently he did not want to tell if the CCTV in this room can not only see the Keraton, but also the entire Sultanate.

Maybe it will be a secret except for the Sultan and his wife, as I heard earlier.

His eyes continued to watch the moving image in front of me.

Even I can count how many times I blinked during the last ten minutes.

As Ndalem's Guards said, apparently Aden broke away from him.

My little boy ran outside.

Ndalem's bodyguards are looking for him along with colleagues he's been in contact with.

Aden is not visible when entering the crowd. His small body was buried between the passersby of the Deswasa.

I tried another CCTV.

Real hard.

That's clear but because of its position above and being too crowded, Aden drowned in a sea of people.

The ones on the side of the building were some of the lower level nobles and people who had achievements to be invited into the Keraton.

Unlike high nobles or those one level below who enjoyed the party indoors, they could only party in the courtyard.

Aden's face had me and Mas Indra agreed not to publish it until he grew up.

Now, that sea of humans did not care about the Single Prince passing by between their legs.

I frowned when the screen displayed a figure that suddenly disappeared his head.

I saw from the other part of CCTV, apparently he bent over with a sour face.

My heart is pounding, is he scolding Aden?

In the crowd?!

People like to give reproach, either fear or make this their social media material.

Reverse to form an empty circle with the woman and

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Aden!

Without seeing the time of the incident, I ran towards the side yard, where my son was being scolded in public and the surrounding adults were filming the scene instead!

Arriving at the next page, Aden was absent. And so are the adults on the screen.

This page is empty.

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