(Former) Prince's Wife
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"Tell me, Fadlan." Sentence firmly. He can't argue when I call his name.
Sure enough he looked at me. So, go down and tell a story.
"Actually not a big thing. Miss Gendhis, the woman in the suburban Pendopo, committed suicide and the servant just drove her to the hospital. Forgive me for the delay of the servant. Servants are incompetent. Too late for so long."
I nodded briefly.
Return to focus on doing the entire burden, which is endless.
Many people say it's great to be a Prince, but don't they think of the burden behind him?
Besides being served and holding many powers, there is a life that will not be able to calm down.
As the sole prince of this land, I must understand the grooves made by the world.
If in the past traders or business people were not important, then now they are the rulers of the world.
Want to not. In addition to taking care of the country, I also have to develop a business.
Haaa
When can I rest?
Sometimes I wish I could let go of all the identities behind me.
The people out there seem to have better thoughts than the nobles.
I love to argue without accurate data.
Making me want to not have to be strict with them.
Expel rough those who have lived years in the country's land, which has been calculated as a water absorbing field, so as not to flood.
They built houses without proper calculation.
Close to each other without good air.
They live among the rums that are only a meter away and expect to have the quality of skin and body like people out there?
Can't they just follow along as long as it's good!?
They also built a house for every newly legal bride.
"Say. Which other village is the standard of the house is not good?" I asked Fadlan.
"Danastri Village. In the North of the Sultanate, Kanjeng."
Emm. Danastri. Village where Mbah Gedhe was born, one of the best eyes of grandfather.
Haven't seen her in a long time, why don't I just stop by?
"We go down" I told Fadlan.
Play without brand bandaging my body and Fadlan.
We walked back and relaxed from the bus.
From the highway, there are no houses that are clinging to each other.
Only when entering, many houses towering on the right and left sides.
Poor air quality!
No need to be judged anymore.
The territory here must be leveled and rebuilt.
It wasn't too late but it was already very hot.
The building may no longer be wearing fast-fragile wood, but the air is still bad!
"Where is the village chief's office?"
Fadlan escorted me to a large white building, right next to the mosque.
The mosque and the office of the village chief were magnificent, but the people were still not prosperous!
Don't know if the village chief here has a good leadership foundation!?
The mosque is the house of God. In fact, MANDATORY first prosper around. New can boast His Mosque. Following the increasing financial around.
"Is there a new palace in this village?" I asked Fadlan to look at the big building across from the mosque.
It's been a huge steal since I set foot here.
"Hamba will find out" said Fadlan.
"No need," I said.
The gate of the magnificent house was wide open.
A man came out with two servants who closed the gate, which they opened. Stop the entire vehicle.
A perfectly circular clock in the hand.
At ten in the morning.
Fadlan obediently followed me into the village chief's office. Before the pot made it to the courtyard of the mosque as well as the office of the village head.
As usual, Fadlan was able to show the work space of the Village Chief even though it was new here
Put yourself in the chair.
Searching through all the files the village chief has made.
Waw. Astoundingly.
This village head is very good at hammering.
The allocation of house funds for the newlyweds, of which at least three hundred million are chirped for one house, all he says is already made.
Fadlan searched immediately.
And it turns out that point was really made housing.
Private housing on the land.
Attractively.
It is not just the houses he builds, that will be confiscated.
His ancestral land will also belong to the state.
Still in my hands looking for other allocation of funds, I hear conversations from outside the room and laughter.
I intentionally opened that door. Because this room is too soundproof.
What was the head of the village doing in the room that no sound could be heard from outside?
To care for the voice of the people?
"LOH? WHO'SISTHIS? DARITH!!! WHY IS THERE A STRANGER IN MY ROOM?!"
His voice is shrill.
I just glanced at it.
Still cool to check the file which apparently has a lot of deflection.
"I..this..!"
The wide-eyed woman was very stuttering.
Fadlan told him.
"THE OBVIOUS!" yell at the bloated.
I'm breaking the table.
Buzzing my ears!
"He's His Highness Kanjeng Prince Anunga!"
"Huh???"
Fadlan. Bring them to trial.
I tidied up the file. Took him to one of my houses in this village.
Since I'm here, I'd better see Mbah Gedhe's family.
Who knows, could have seen one of my teachers in childhood.
I drive the car alone.
Split streets. Before long I came to a shady hut on the edge of the rice field.
Far away, a family was in the shade and enjoying lunch.
Uh. Their peace.
Now I understand why Mbah Gedhe refused to inherit his knowledge to his descendants.
Although life is fairly peaceful in a house that is crammed together, they laugh loosely.
When was the last time I laughed like that?
Their appearance may not be awake like the nobles, but their smiles remain awake since they still innocently do not know the world, until adulthood like now.
I looked at the family group that had finished eating. They pass. Back to work on the land heritage is dwindling, along with the difficulty of living as a farmer.
I hear they're no longer as happy as they used to be.
Always prioritize outside products, which are said to be more advanced and awake.
Too bad. Though there is no best food, other than artificial motherland.
As he watched a woman tidying up their eating marks, a creature curled fiercely among the thickets.
I've held the door handle, but the atmosphere out there is astounding.
The grandson of Mbah Gedhe bravely held the serpent. Take him with empty hands. Throw it into the bush separating the people's land and the wilderness.
At first glance our eyes looked at each other.
I'm the most face so as not to fall in the bead of eyes full of twinkle that courage.
Then realized, this car is not visible from the outside.
Not wanting to invite suspicion, I re-applied the car to my country.
"Beautiful eyes," I murmured involuntarily.
Indeed indeed. Although not honed like its ancestors, there are still genes in him that can not be covered.
His courage is like his grandfather.
Very fearless.
I spoke very honestly to my father and my grandmother.
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