(Former) Prince's Wife
005

We headed for the second room, an empty room that I made as a guest room. In a slow motion, Faris opened the door.

We were stunned by the stuffing in the room.

Blood splattered over the white bed sheet. The man lay helpless on the bed. His head even spits blood.

Without a sound he muttered the word please.

Everyone's staring at me.

With humanity, I nodded.

Faris immediately called the midwife of her acquaintance.

The doctor? It only exists in the puskesmas and general hospitals of the area in the distant village.

They're busy.

I haven't gotten any doctor's acquaintances around here.

Let Faris do it all.

For the sake of comfort, I had two of Faris' friends change the man's clothes and set up a sofa outside that could be a small mattress.

The sheets full of blood were stored in the corner of the room. Not washed as a handle.

The midwife arrived shortly afterwards. I handed the man over to the men. Wati accompanied me to look at the room stuffing.

Not changing the inside, just seeing maybe there's a clue.

These items ...not just any stuff.

Only then did I realize that even his black T-shirt full of blood, the price was very suffocating for my little soul living in a mediocre state.

The latest watches, sling bags, and pistols, they don't have thieves.

Maybe that guy wasn't a thief.

I'll ask when he wakes up.

I don't care about the busyness there. Invites Wati to stomach mangisi, more filling.

Not that I don't care, the stomach is more important. Me and Wati ate until they were full. Then I wrapped up food for them, all for the Item I saw sleeping on the neighbor's porch.

The boy did not know fear.

I let the foreign man fill his energy, before I interrogated it all the way to the bones.

I deliberately didn't touch his personal belongings and I checked, for fear that he would die and that all his belongings would become evidence.

The blood on the sheets was too much. I can't imagine how much blood has been lost.

And he's still safe.

"He wasn't very critical, but he had to be treated, ma'am."

"We don't even know his name. We can't just help people. There are people who even deserve to die" I said coldly.

To the kidnappers, let's not say I'm a very kind person, forgetting all their 'goodness.

I hate them.

So if possible, I want to destroy them for peace.

Unfortunately, their syndicate has taken root in the country.

Of course, the one who hired them wasn't a canned person.

"So, what's your name? Explain identity! Why is it in my house? Just one lie, I won't help you. Just let you die on the streets."

The man who already had that power, chuckled amusedly. His pale face smiled gently.

It's like I've seen it. But all the ashes.

For the past three years, I have been busy with my world. Not paying too much attention around, despite chatting with many people.

Little fella? I remember them.

"I'm Robert Widjianto. Gunungan Origin. Sorry to be so sassy. I went into this house avoiding the pursuit of bad people. I see no one here, I hitchhike."

I didn't immediately tell. Hearing her voice filled with energy, I left. Look at the identity card tucked between the bag and the mattress.

Contacting someone. A moment later a line of information was plastered on my phone.

"I don't think I need to take you to the doctor" I said coldly.

Holding a resident sign card with a section next to the name written in the name, 'Kusuma Widjianto'.

"Robert is the name my mother gave me. My father who wrote the name Kusuma, Kanjeng Ibu nan Muda or ... Raden Ayu?"

Kusuma Widjianto, the seventh son of Mas Epung Widjianto, the noble Yarto family. One of the big families in my husband's place.

I stacked my hands in front of my chest.

Widjiyanto. They sent kidnappers.

"So, you want to kidnap me so that your brother becomes the wife of Raden Sri Indraputra?"

I heard Kusuma is a smart kid. Must be hard to fool him. I better throw him out. Care deeply about his safety.

"Why should I do that?"

Kusuma reversed my words.

I am more and more convinced of my decision.

"Kusuma Widjianto, son of Mas Epung Widjianto and Dariyah. Your mother's a young wife?"

I smiled with disdain. There is no title in his mother's name. It's certain his mother is from among the likes of me. Commoners.

Let the man be angry and go away on his own. Then me and the others did not have to bother delivering it.

I don't want to be in touch with the past anymore.

"Yes. My mother was my father's fourth wife. Ex-wife exactly."

Ooohs. I round my mouth. Not surprised at his reply, but his face was calm in replying to my words.

Well. My words were not too bad and the man was not an emotional fool just for talking about reality, which was less pleasant.

In addition to the first wife, the other wife will be looked at one eye by the residents.

Kusuma was not offended at all. He was ordinary because it was a fact that his mother was not his first wife.

"I've answered all your questions, Mrs Kanjeng. Meaning you're going to help your weak people right?"

"I don't have people."

"Then I beg greatly. Even I will give you a thousand special people, if you are willing to save me."

I thought for a moment.

The man's condition is getting worse, as the length of time we waste. I saw his lips paled.

Putting aside my ego and my stigma, I and the others took Faris to the county general hospital.

Until there Kusuma fell critically.

The doctor said in time. If not, the patient only has a name.

Gratitude and regret are mixed into one.

Thank God that the patient I brought had passed through a critical period.

I regret that I almost lost someone's life, just because of my trauma.

I put Kusuma's belongings on the outpatient table.

I've taken her, next is her life.

He is not a poor person who needs donations.

I left him after the receptionist found out who they were handling.

Their young master.

There was the sound of an atomic bomb tickling as we walked through the forest.

Me and Faris' group turned in unison in the other direction. So that Wati does not misbehave due to his stomach just let out words.

Lapers. That's Wati's condition now.

"I'm laper. At the entrance I saw a food stall. We just walk all healthy exercise."

Everyone nodded in agreement. They do not choose cuisine, as long as there is a halal logo on the packaging and the store is open.

Being a food seller, means being responsible for him for all the evils that exist.

The step continues to waver through the hallways that make this horrified.

I feel watched.

I brushed that thought. We'll be there soon. Even if there were enemies, they would not be just plain in the midst of a collection of civilians. Moreover, this is a hospital.

As it passed through the final passageway, a muscular kerar arm coiled around my stomach, its free hand smothering my mouth.

He let go of her hand, put an index finger on his own lips, telling me to stay still.

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