(Former) Prince's Wife
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"Kanjeng, didn't you first figure out Miss Gendhis' identity? We have to be careful."

"You investigated?"

"Hamba doesn't dare."

"Then investigate and report to me."

My conversation with Fadlan has been four months.

Too busy taking care of evictions on the outskirts of the region, momentarily forgetting our conversation.

Residents of the suburban village were very hard to be invited to work together.

They think they are being deprived of their land.

"Well! Since when can a country's land be owned by many people?" my annoyance.

The land is the property of the Sultan.

Of course with a big responsibility in it.

The people could only rebel if the Sultan did not give the right to live and work on the land where they were.

It seems wrong the late Sultan in the Sultanate next door.

Provides rice fields and gardens for the management of people who came from the Yuan Dynasty.

Replaced with prestigious fabrics and gems.

Really stupid.

"They're back in their house?" askaku saw the reports of local village employees.

"Yes, Kanjeng. They're still the same. Afraid of having his family's land taken by the state" Fadlan replied.

"Then hire a local thug. Tell them their sins will be forgiven if they help the government to bring order to the people" I said.

Finally the bloody day came.

Yep. Some residents clashed with the thugs I hired, were beaten and dragged out of the project site.

Four months they have been invited to work together but do not want to follow.

My patience may be that wide, but not with my time.

There are still a lot of problems for me and my team to solve.

It's not just making them a healthy home.

"Your crazy! Is that how the Sultan treats? The citizens themselves are beaten!?"

"Don't interfere, Miss. Or do you want us to drag too?" said one of the big men.

Against him, the owner of those beautiful black eyes.

Yep. He's Mbah Gedhe's grandson.

I heard she's just a weak woman who's shy when invited to gather.

It turns out he can roar too.

"Mrs-"

"Mistress your eyes. Am I that old?"

"Emmm. Miss. everyone has been given a development proposal and is allowed to choose the desired type of house. But some residents chose to stay and make the project difficult to run. They were the ones who lived in front of the alley. While the other part of the alley, the end is the river embankment. The right and left sides are heavily walled. It's a pity to have to destroy these walls."

Fadlan explained at length.

The woman was instantly silent.

He whispered with his friend and walked away.

His face was still he put on.

Really, really funny.

"Sir, can it begin?" ask Fadlan.

He deliberately called out differently, to keep my identity hidden.

I nodded and left from there.

The problem is finally over.

Development can go well.

And the owner of those beautiful eyes no longer appeared.

Shame on him?

"Kangmas, why smile for yourself?" gendhis Reprimand.

Am I really smiling to myself?

This face and it turns out that a curved line is formed on this lip.

"Kangmas is just happy the project on the edge of the region is done."

"Who is that horned?"

"Yes" I answered with a nod.

"It must be dizzy." he said attentively.

Gendhis massaged this head painstakingly.

He can always be comfortable.

Especially those red lips.

Like opium.

And well, again I don't know who started it.

I am the one who looks up to this or is he who is bowing.

We sip each other.

There's a crowded one down here.

But, I held back.

Keep face. Pulling Gendhis gently to sit next to me.

I gave her a cake filled with chocolate jam.

To have her red lips covered in chocolate.

Damnit. Why is his lick on the chocolate that sticks to the tip of the lips, so tempting?

This jakun rose and fell, scooping the air which immediately reduced drastically.

Gendhis immediately moping durja.

He was always moody when it came to his parents.

"They sold me, Kangmas. Do I still need permission? If only there were no Kangmas. I don't know how I'm in the old man's hands."

My woman was crying.

Is that the story of his life?

Only then did I know there was a cruel man nicknamed old man.

A strict nenenda is never outrageous.

"Don't cry, baby. Alright. I'll try to get your wali's statement replaced by the judge" I promise.

"Can I? Shouldn't the affidavit also have six reliable witnesses? They are busy people."

I'm reviewing the smile.

Look at my innocent woman. Don't know if the guy's not a random person.

Indeed, six state-appointed witnesses in each region, to take turns witnessing important events, sometimes difficult to find because there are still many other important things than a marriage without a guardian.

Even if you can use the declaration of the transfer of trustee power to the judge, the guardian concerned must still come to witness.

My wife does not want to meet her parents.

"Darling, you take it easy."

It didn't take twenty-four hours, Fadlan had completed the probate and three witnesses from my woman's hometown.

"Are you sure you want to marry Miss Gendhis?" fadlan said as if to deliver the news.

Remembering my order to investigate Gendhis's background.

"good. Show me the news."

I told you so, Fadlan looked doubtful.

I became anxious with him.

"Kanjeng Prince ... How about at the palace? Servant did not bring her file here," he said reasoned.

"You didn't put that information on your tablet?" I feel weird.

The tablet in his hand was like his soul and life.

All his duties are there.

Is the information of Gendhis not that important?

"Sorry.." he looked down.

"good. After this. You just go home and get all the information ready. Don't disappoint me."

"Ready, Kanjeng."

Assignments. Assignments. And assignments.

Scroll the piles of paper around.

They should all be done I checked today.

If you are married, it will be fun.

There are wives who will wait and share this dizzying tiredness.

Then there will be cute kids running around welcoming me.

"So impatient," I murmured.

Did I just speed up?

I was then at the reception I told Kanjeng Mom.

But surely Kanjeng Mom will go berserk.

I whistled - whistled happily all the way.

The poison soup Nenenda provided even tasted very sweet.

"You're different, sire," said the senior lady-in-waiting.

I returned it with a smile.

Pray and sit back behind the palace.

The vast meadow was a sight I enjoyed

Maybe later Gendhis will plant flowers just like most women do.

And I will build a place for children's games so that my son will not be lonely like me.

First generation, let alone a man. They are forbidden to go out until they are at the age of puberty.

Other noble children will not feel at home if they only drink and eat formally.

If there will be many toys in this palace, the innocent children must also be hardened in here and accompany my son so that he will not be lonely.

"Kanjeng Prince!"

Fadlan's voice jolted my imagination.

"It's usually dong," I said rubbing the earlobes that felt buzzing.

"You've been called repeatedly, '" he grumbled.

"What's wrong?"

"This. Report on Miss Gendhis."

Fadlan handed him a thick map.

Unlock contents.

These eyes were repeatedly reading word by word that I could not believe.

"How much is the authenticity?" I said without taking my eyes off the temple - a word that jolts the sanity of the soul.

"A hundred percent, Kanjeng."

That thick map was filled with male data.

The men who have spent the night with my Gendhis.

Gendhis has been a night woman for a dozen years?

Didn't he say he was just forced to serve De'Epu to pay off his parents' debts?

Why be a dozen years old, since she just got her period?

Ah, how is that possible?

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