(Former) Prince's Wife
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All this time I thought that Gendhis had only silently accepted my behavior beyond the limits, because he would rather take refuge under me than be a slave to De'Epu.

Everyone knows how De'Epu deviates in body-to-body relationships.

That was why he could freely search for women, even though his wife was just as powerful a position as him.

His wife had already raised her hand to serve her abnormal husband.

The outside world knew De'Epu had five wives, one of whom filed for divorce and was magically granted De'Epu, the man of honor.

And in our scope, everyone knows De'Epu always carries one or two women each month.

"Ah. So. It turns out that he is good at pleasing men," I said.

Fadlan was silent.

He no longer commented.

Usually always persuades me to rethink my relationship with Gendhis.

Apparently because it's like this.

Getting angry? Sure oes.

Hot blobs nestled in this chest.

It feels like someone's been thrown a rotten egg.

So stinky.

How dare he trick me.

Write stories with sympathy.

"Kanjeng, please don't be rash. Miss is just a weak woman. And this is your holy abode. Don't spill blood here." Fadlan reminded me when we got to Villa the gift of Kanjeng Ibu.

I calmed down.

True said Fadlan, can not pollute the prize residence of Kanjeng Ibu.

This place should be opened for important meetings because of its strategic position to the crowd of the capital, as well as to the palace.

Butwhy...

Why is it that when he sees his face, he is so sad?

All the anger disappeared.

Even rotten eggs taste good.

I'll look at him for a moment.

She's a rotten egg. Women who have been used by many men.

But, why?

Why does he look so soft and fragile?

If I tease him a little, the porcelain will break.

Her laugh is so pretty.

It felt, the figure of him who was taking care of the flowers, was very graceful.

Not seen as a night butterfly.

The ringing of Fadlan's phone caught my attention.

He activated some important rings.

Justright.

There are people who burn heavy equipment. At the time when everyone was performing the prayer.

The people have accepted.

These provocateurs never get tired.

Until there Fadlan's men have secured.

There is a familiar face.

I remember who he was.

"This is the son of the former village chief, sir," Fadlan said.

Indeed my adjutant who understand.

I feel like I haven't stretched my body in a long time.

The final problems also add to this mental tightness.

I threw them in one blow.

I let go of all the burdens on my soul.

After being satisfied to make them battered, Fadlan and I went to my residence.

Very peaceful.

Convicted emotions. And comfortable air.

I kept silent outside until Aruna greeted me.

Fadlan's coming. Replace herbs that have been cold.

"Sir, about Miss Gendhis..."

"Fadlan.." cut me.

"Yes, Sir?" sahut Fadlan fast.

"What are someones past mistakes?"

Fadlan was silent and did not respond.

He knows I haven't finished my sentence.

"In here, nothing has changed. Just disappointed. I can't get rid of that woman. He's very fragile. I'm afraid to destroy it."

"But, Mister. She's the woman of the night," argued Fadlan.

Is correct. That one is absolutely indisputable.

Reflect on this. Let the turmoil in the heart.

Should we continue or stop here.

Again. The shadow of her sweet face swelled in this mind.

Those red lips, I don't want her to be touched by tears.

I'm walking the road to clear the doubt.

I looked at a very crowded village.

All I heard, the village chief who provoked yesterday, was originally this densely populated village person.

His father is still a direct descendant of the village elders of my country.

But the man's life is a mess because it goes against his own father's will.

Marrying a woman who is not worth it. The woman from the slum across the country.

The village chief's childhood lived below the poverty line, as the grandfather raised his hands on the life of his ungodly son.

Marrying women from other countries. Not fellow nobles in the kingdom.

The village head was lucky to get a scholarship to get higher education.

But his knowledge was not used well.

He hoards money for himself.

Just because they don't want their offspring to lack treasure.

Whatever is rightfully his, will find a way to get to him.

And everything that is not his right, will flee away even if caught.

The high salary of the village chief that he can use to build troops.

Forced his one-grandfather brother to give up their land.

All his crimes add to his sentence

Because of his greed, his life ended in prison.

This shoulder was hit by a woman who was walking in a hurry with her head lowered.

He looked over, saying sorry without a sound.

That chick. The owner of beautiful eyes. Grandson of Mbah Gedhe.

He's back in his factory suit.

I feel embarrassed when I interact with others.

If I don't remember the challenge of her speaking in front of the thugs in the past, I'll think of her as a helpless weak woman.

Cowardly woman.

Because while talking, he didn't look at me at all.

Go without talking to the opposite sex.

But says a lot to other women.

Apparently he has good ideas.

I sit in a shop. Enjoyed a cup of coffee.

Pay attention to my teacher's granddaughter, who turns out a lot of talk with her friends.

There's no meaning whatsoever.

Just wanted to ask about my teacher.

But he really does have another personality.

Keep talking to your friends without any pause.

For a moment this thought again recalled the tasks left behind in the capital.

Then remembered the words of Kanjeng Ibu who asked for a daughter-in-law before I was inaugurated as the Crown Prince.

The woman who filled my head, I can't possibly introduce her as the Prince's Wife Candidate.

Dozens of men out there will laugh at me.

But if this woman ... has she ever been in contact with another man?

I believe, my teacher's granddaughter wouldn't do such a lowly thing.

"Low huh..?" muttered.

If I continue to be with Gendhis, am I not a lowly person as well?

But why can't I let go of that shady-looking woman?

The feeling of wanting to protect him is huge.

I also feel like being with him is huge.

There is always a longing in here, so want to sit and watch her beautiful face for a long time.

Also lips..

"Sir, I'm looking for you." said Fadlan gasping.

Scroll the road documents in his hand.

Oh. Apparently he reported first at the border.

The place is far away. Why bother.

Every now and then he had to feel the pleasure of breaking the rules.

Fadlan was too obedient.

"You find out the woman's house. Just let me know. Then find out about his past."

Fadlan who was still taking that breath, immediately rushed to follow Granddaughter Mbah Gedhe.

The reason I didn't want to follow, was because I heard he was going to play first with his friends.

Justright. Fadlan's a little late.

"I'm sorry, Mister." he said.

"Why your forehead?" I watched her forehead hurt.

"Hamba doesn't have a photo of the woman you're referring to. Intended to take pictures, even pelted clogs. Fortunately he came home. I know his position."

I chuckled amusedly at the thought of the woman snorting furiously.

"It's him, too" I commented.

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