(Former) Prince's Wife
053

"Let go, Mas!"

The roar of hot breath Mas Indra hit my face.

Her eyes are red.

But I don't smell alcohol in his mouth.

He's unconscious, but not drunk?

I removed the hand of Mas Indra who wiped my face.

I have yelled at him many times, he is still smiling indistinctly with his red face.

His mouth said nothing.

Just rubbing and looking at this face repeatedly.

Mas Indra stared at me. His body tightened.

It's hard for me to escape.

Just moving to change position, can't.

"I love you, Sugiwa.."

Mas Indra lowered his mouth. Explore the walls of this mouth.

I bit her tongue hard, she stayed in her position.

The fishy taste was crowded in my mouth.

This hand hit him. But Mas Indra still did not stop his actions.

Traces of blood from wounds on his tongue, roaming every inch of my neck.

I haven't felt this sensation in a long time.

Moreover, his naughty fingers interjected between my body parts.

I'm throwing a great fight.

Mas Indra took a voracious sip of his son's food source.

That night I was lost.

Performing an action that is not wrong, but also taboo for someone who has separated consciously.

I intend to leave before Mas Indra comes to his senses and discusses everything that happened last night.

Reality is not as good as hope.

Indra is awake. He's propping up his head. Sticky staring.

He suddenly became a mysterious person.

Keep looking at me without discussing anything.

Yet looking at him who was undressed and not surprised by our similarly innocent state, it seemed that he was aware of what we were doing last night.

Are we back legally to being husband and wife?

"Aden with Kanjeng Ibu went to Pondok Nur Askara."

The residence of Kanjeng Romo which is also the residence of Kyai and Nyai which was visited by the late Sultan before?

Why did Kanjeng Ibu take Aden there?

"Kanjeng Ibu fulfilled Nyai's invitation. She held a small thanks²an for her pregnancy,"

"Ha-pregnant??"

How could a sixty-year-old woman be pregnant?

"Yes. After struggling through the process of baby tubes."

I was still shocked to hear Mas Indra's explanation.

"Era wasn't as advanced as it is now. It was Kanjeng Romo who gave the idea, after all the gifts were rejected by them. Of course with a little threatening."

We even talk about something else. Not to talk about your own problems.

After telling me about the success of his adoptive grandmother —which also means Susu Sang Sultan— with no shame, Mas Indra waltzed off to go to the bathroom.

"I'm down first. You just come to lunch if you're still tired."

I nodded briefly.

Wait, why should I obey?

"Nothing you want to say, Mom?"

I woke up with a stagger. Does not heed my muscles that feel like they want to escape.

Mas Indra stopped his steps for a moment.

"Sorry last night I got out of control. We should wait for you until you are ready to accept. Sorry, buru. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam," I replied half muttering.

I can't blame Mas Indra. He was unconscious by the influence of drugs, while I? Very conscious.

Given how Faridah could be together with Mas Indra, it was clear that Mas Indra was affected by his strategy.

The way Mas Indra lulled me last night was very contrary to his principles.

He bent his knees below me.

To take me to heaven with his boneless flesh.

He who has the basic principles of patriarchy wants to be humble to satisfy his partner?

I'm pretty sure he's under the influence of drugs.

At least I am grateful for one thing.

Mas Indra did not fall in Faridah's trap.

I don't want Faridah to be a mother Aden continued.

Uh but doesn't that mean me and Mas Indra are back?

"Ah is already. Dizziness," I muttered.

With my body still wet after the big shower, I went down the stairs.

I don't want to miss any more important meetings.

Kanjeng Mother for her whole life takes care of the party not only as a form of pleasure.

There is meaning and purpose in every party he makes.

Demonstrate his authority in the palace.

I've never done a party myself. Then I must force myself to no longer be absent from big meetings.

Although this body gap is still sick because of the endless Mas Indra game all night.

This meeting is a private business meeting Mas Indra and all young business people.

Dominated by men, then there's really no obligation for me to come here.

It's just that I won't miss it!

Stepping into this magnificent place made me realize one thing.

There is not much time for the upper class to lament over his love life, which may not be as good as his business life.

I still smiled gently at Mas Indra who welcomed my arrival.

And how many women in this strata ignore the infidelity of her husband, for the sake of the integrity of a good household image.

During the banquet, I listened more to their conversation.

Business spread.

I've never done that before. Because so far the income from shops and tourist attractions given by Mas Indra, it is fantastic.

I was lulled by all that.

When I decided to allocate the funds to the guards, I didn't have as much grip as before.

Fortunately, I did not turn dark in the eyes just because of a long life; back to a simple life.

When I saw the Adhan coming, we all delayed the conversation and rushed into the mosque.

This is the moment I've been waiting for.

My hair's been in revolt asking to be removed from the ties and headgear.

My hair is still wet.

The water's still dripping.

Just as I was looking in the mirror, someone I was reluctant to meet showed up.

Gendhis.

Why would that woman come here?

After thousands of hours of not seeing him, he reappeared?

"Congratulations," said Gendhis suddenly.

The woman seemed to have no problem with me. Occupy the ablution chair and begin to remove the make-up she wears.

"What do you mean?" I said watch out.

Intentionally choosing a cornered place, I was actually cornered.

I left my bag in the daycare locker.

Just carry yourself without a weapon in hand.

If this woman finds out, I'm in a disadvantageous position.

"Looking at Kanjeng Madam so hurriedly wearing a head covering while her hair was still wet, I can imagine what happened before coming to the banquet. I congratulate you because the matter of Mrs Kanjeng is over."

This woman is insinuating me or what?

So polite he said.

"You must be laughing out loud" I growled.

Whether Gendhis was not banished by Mas Indra or he was being nurtured by another noble, he must have known about last night's events.

How could I know what Mas Indra and I had done, just from wet hair!?

"What does Kanjeng Madam mean?" gendhis asked confusedly.

Very clever acting!

"You know that, right? Or are you recommending that depraved tactic?!"

Gendhis face was showing more confusion.

It makes me want to just scratch it.

"Stimulating drugs are your idea, right!?"

The woman chuckled and said, "If it's a good idea, it's been a long time since I became the prince's wife. Prince Kanjeng doesn't have treatment."

Our conversation was interrupted because the ablution place was getting crowded.

I didn't realize I was looking at Gendhis who turned out to be one room with me.

He performs prayers.

Well. None of my business.

Only certain people can pray?

I was just thinking about his last words.

Indra does not have a diabate?

Last night he just pretended to be on drugs?

He did it consciously...

just like me?

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