(Former) Prince's Wife
052

I laughed at this fate.

Recalling that months ago offered an agreement to Mas Indra about me who released Aden completely so that Mas Indra did not worry about the court decision if the baby still needs his mother, he said, must be in the care of his mother.

I even swore I would not set foot in this palace again, lest there was news of the hero wiri about the former prince's wife wandering inside the palace.

Drinking your own spit is delicious.

I'm still here.

Accompanying Aden.

"Did you just take you to the village, son?" muttered.

Aden is back to playing.

The boy seemed to have forgotten everything that happened.

My mother and father never visited Aden.

They are visiting the Kingdom of Adaka, with Wisesa who has returned.

Yep. Everything is going normal again.

Punishment is just warning. Can't interfere with the celebration.

Tax-free in some sectors remains in place.

"Kanjeng Madam, breakfast is ready."

I nodded briefly. Take Aden to the dining room.

We were in the main palace.

There are no such things as yesterday.

Kanjeng Mother might be disappointed by my rejection of her son.

Our lead time is only a week away.

My iddah time will be over. Then we can't get back together unless we get married again.

And of course it will bring excitement.

"Later tonight we go to the banquet" said Mas Indra after a pair of the tallest people in the country had sauntered away.

Ah yeah. Birthday parties are not just two days.

There are always a lot of meetings this month.

I don't know. This year I was involved in all sectors.

Last year, maybe because I was pregnant I was only allowed to attend the banquet on the first day until the third day.

In the early years, Mas Indra and I only attended the opening and closing ceremonies.

"Aden how?"

I was afraid to leave Aden alone.

Ratih is not a worker recruited from puberty and not directly recruited by Kanjeng Romo or Kanjeng Ibu, he can only accompany Aden as a general living room.

Much deeper is only filled by the maids and servants who have lived since childhood.

Even so, I still feel insecure.

There is fear in me.

"Fadlan will take care of Aden" Mas Indra proposed carrying the name of one of his chief guards who is also close to me.

Given his services that have never ignored me, I agree to Mas Indra's proposal.

This afternoon I went back with Mas Indra.

There's Nenenda over there.

I don't know why he's been quiet lately.

Are you planning something?

I don't know.

His face was more empty.

Like there was a shock in his soul.

Maybe he could still talk normally, but the twinkle of hate he showed me or the twinkle of love he showed Mas Indra, disappeared completely.

"Has your grandmother gone mad?"

"Maybe," replied Mas Indra indifferently.

Eeehs. Tumbens. He said it instead of preaching.

Mas Indra's gaze on his grandmother also turned cold.

What the hell's going on?

Uh. Never mind. None of my business.

Since it's already here, I'd better find some food.

I asked the waiter to bring all the food and drinks.

Taste a little of the entire dish.

The show ends at midnight.

They really have an extra body.

Do not stop haha hihi since noon.

I decided to resign.

Go to the room first.

Phone's ringing. Shows Damara's number.

"It turns out remember me too," I bursts half-drowsy.

Eating a lot makes these eyes heavy.

I can't go to the party down there.

Though midnight is the time of the core show; the wayang show.

("Assalamu'alaikum") Damara said across the street.

"Eh yes. Wa'alaikumussalam."

Damara and I talked to each other.

At least they live in a country of people.

I'm not feeling good about Wisesa.

I told them to go home.

Mom and Dad told me to catch up with them.

"Maybe a little cruel. But we can't take Aden to carry. So leave your son with his father. Otherwise, you will continue to be dragged down by the flow of their commotion. Come here, son. Here we can live in peace as before" my mother asked.

"I'll think, ma'am," I said.

If I could just ask my mom.

Now ... the cute creature kept spinning inside my mind.

I can't afford to leave him.

Our conversation just ended. Uncomfortable feeling in the heart.

It feels reluctant to talk about Aden and the breakup.

I slammed the cell phone into the side of my empty bed.

The phone blinked shortly.

Apparently Fadlan called. Aden was crying and missed me.

I comforted my little boy.

It becomes an exciting activity.

Thankfully, the boy went back to sleep.

"I turn it off" I said as a form of politeness.

("Sorry, Mrs Kanjeng..")

"Yes?"

("That's..")

"Tell me."

("Prince Kanjeng is in a private room in the performance hall. He's not doing well. Is ... em Kanjeng Madam able to bring him into her room?")

Since this was supposed to be Fadlan's, I'm willing to take his place.

Searching the room in question.

What exactly is he doing here?

It's not like staying in the hall to see the show.

"Hey. Go home. Ribet really must be picked up all," my chat.

If you are sleepy, this mouth cannot be compromised.

When the door is wide open.

My rant suddenly went out.

There's Farida there.

Both of them are like they are drunk?

Their faces were red and Faridah's mannerisms were worse than mine.

Mercifully. That way the woman will not see me who is not in harmony with her beloved Prince.

But why are they drunk?

As bad as Mas Indra, all this time I never found him touching the devil's piss.

Uh. I don't know.

I carried him with fatigue.

Their space is completely private.

There were no servants around.

Fortunately, the hotel elevator is close to the dining room.

Mas Indra did not babble much.

He just silently looked.

Make a risi.

Being too upset and sleepy, it seems that I have more power.

The half-conscious body finally reached the room.

I'm kudial the hall butler's number.

I told him to pick up Faridah.

Didn't want him to spread his genitalia about his night with Mas Indra.

If she becomes Mas Indra's next wife, Aden will continue to be his target.

After five minutes waiting for the results of Faridah's return, my subordinates did not call.

"Is it not there yet?!" my jolt was upset at the performance of the person across there.

If Faridah does why, I will be blamed.

CCTV from various angles must have captured images of me entering a private room filled only by Mas Indra and Faridah.

If he's there, everyone can accuse me of killing him.

("Sorry Madam. Miss Faridah is raging.")

Voice calls turn into video calls.

Showing the anxious face of the butler who then changed the picture shows Faridah trying to kiss the person who wiped her.

Apparently the woman was acting up and making a fuss.

Twenty minutes passed and they still found it difficult to bring Faridah up.

They are afraid of violence. Can only persuade Faridah to follow them.

Ck. I really wanted to hit that woman's head to wake up.

But I'm sleepy.

I have no power to open my eyelids.

I lay my body on the sofa.

Not yet able to enter the dream realm, I felt someone rubbing my feet. Creeper straight up.

Mas Indra's face filled my retina.

That guy is above me.

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