(Former) Prince's Wife
051

This is how if born from a simple family, then join the family war over.

I'm dizzy to think about who's actually involved in the kidnapping case this time.

All of them appear to be suspects.

Plus Kusuma made my problems grow.

His sister is now on the loose.

Is he really not going to cause any trouble?

Without Rian's help, I'm still trying to investigate Nenenda.

Aini's mother has returned to her country.

She's as busy as any other first lady, not like me who can be leha-leha. All the mothers-in-law, uh I mean Mas Indra's mother who works.

I'm just taking care of the house, like an invisible concubine.

But it's okay, I don't really like to blend in with them either. Which always has two meanings in the sentences they say.

"Didn't you feel that Indra loves you so much? To let you do something unnatural. Whipping off the perpetrators of crime. Also let your honor on the stage of the first sentence, before the death sentence Sutiwejo Widjianto."

Kanjeng Mother said with a serious face.

Word right. There is no history of the prince's wife carrying out direct punishment.

Their hands are clean from the rough.

Not an achievement to punish the perpetrators of crimes against my son.

"I thank Mas Indra, Mom. Let me, his son's mother, vent my anger at the abduction."

"How's Aden doing?" ask Ms. Mas Indra.

"It's improving. Already wanted to get out of the room. To eat is no longer choose."

At first we found Aden, my son was not willing to look at meat dishes.

After the crime scene, my son was left to eat meat with a maggot topping on it, after being left hungry all night.

His stomach hurt.

Almost all the food did not go into his stomach. Only vegetables can be processed by the body of pain.

Kanjeng Mom fondles her granddaughter with affection.

Chant the canticles of lingsir wengi, pleading for shelter for his granddaughter.

"So, are you not willing to refer to my son?"

Kanjeng Mom said after Aden was deep in her arms.

His eyes are straight and not looking at me.

"Sorry, Mom.."

Kanjeng's flat-shade mother doesn't scare me. I'm not even feeling good.

I have Aden and I think I understand the feeling in his heart.

No matter how big a son is, he will be his little baby.

Aden, I always thought of a little baby who hasn't been able to step.

Seeing the pain, I felt like I wanted to replace him.

Especially the position of Mas Indra.

The burden in her is not just the loss of our marriage bond.

He was the first in his family lineage, going through a divorce in his life.

People might not dare to revile Mas Indra.

But his pride must have been smeared.

Including good things for me, Mas Indra did not disturb my life after smearing his pride with the deepest wounds.

All this time, I've seen a lot of great people who don't accept their partner's lawsuit.

It applies arbitrarily to the person he once loved.

Or maybe still loved? But he held more pride in himself.

I can say Mas Indra's heart is not that narrow.

Letting me live is a good thing.

The actions of Nenenda who tried to eliminate me and Aden from history as evidence of high self-esteem, should be what Mas Indra did.

But he, still good to me.

Kanjeng Mom left without saying anything.

I accompanied Aden while sending a message to Damara.

The boy helped me gather evidence that could prove Nenenda's involvement in her own great-granddaughter's kidnapping.

Damara sent me a voice message. He made me curious because underneath it was written a message.

From : Damara

[Do not listen to anyone.]

Want me to take the earphone, Aden even clutched my hand tightly.

Squeeze his little forehead as he frowned.

Thank goodness Aden was no longer screaming in my sleep.

After making sure Aden was safe in his sleep, I took back the phone and played the voice recording Damara sent.

It's okay even without ear plugs.

In Aden's room, I was alone.

"It has. Don't quarrel. You're also wrong to have kidnapped his wife."

"Why, Mom?! Why not defend me? Just once try to be in my position!"

The conversation in the voice recording was stopped by a bang and a ringing sound, which somehow seemed to me familiar.

But who is it?

"Where did you get this message?"

Mas Indra's voice escaped my heart from its place.

Without any creaking sounds, the man was already sitting sweetly on the sofa?!

When's?

I'm getting nervous. Remember Damara didn't let anyone else hear this voice recording.

Mas Indra took my phone. Shoot her and give it back to me.

I'm cengo. Very surprised by his existence.

Checking my phone.

It turned out that he sent the voice recording on his own number.

"You don't keep this tape good!"

The lightning in Mas Indra's eyes showed his emotions.

He was angry, but to whom?

He was pensively pensive with the muscles that alternated from his forehead to his jaw.

I heard back the voice recording from Damara.

Curious what it means to send a voice recording that I don't understand.

Mas Indra stared intently as I repeated the voice.

"Your sister is very smart" said Mas Indra hissing.

A compliment or a satire? Or is he being upset by this voice recording?

Alright. I stopped before the man ignited his emotions.

I'll just send you a message. Ask Damara for clarity.

To: Damara

[What message is that? Whose voice recording? That's obvious, Damara!]

Ck. Damara is inactive.

When I looked at the calendar, it was Friday.

He should be prepared to carry out his duties.

The most obligatory duty for many Muslims.

Because many men at least do Soljum once a month, so as not to become infidels. Uh.

"Mas, you don't pray Friday?" my many.

"Sholat."

"Then why not go?"

"Later. Not yet adzan."

"Ckk. A future Sultan of his time of sacrifice was cast, not a camel?"

Mas Indra again glanced sharply.

Finally the man prepared himself before praise could be heard from the mosque.

All men in this area participate in Friday Prayer.

Some female bodyguards are also busy dragging men who are reluctant to Friday prayers.

But strangely, in this long time, I felt no fear.

There was only peace when the voice of the Adhan was heard, even when the lecture, which was filled by Mas Indra, was heard by my ears.

A quiet house is not scary.

While I carried Aden, I made food for Mas Indra.

As a thank you I let me do a lot of things and he didn't mind our divorce.

About his attitude at the beginning, which asked tends to force to be together, I have forgiven him.

Seeing her as cold-assed and unconcerned as she is now, I'm sure she's already more steadfast.

Just hope we're a good partner to raise Aden.

Preparing Aden as the successor to the power of this place.

My future?

I don't know who's marrying the Prince's ex-wife.

I am a figure who smears the best genealogy of this Sultanate family.

Who wants to?

I just want to focus on Aden's life.

Wishing him to be the best man, as well as the best leader.

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