False Princess Reincarnation Set the World
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The girl in front of her eyes wore a white shirt where her bottom was casually tied on her hips. He looked rather carefree, innocent and disorganized.

Her legs were long and straight, with no makeup on her face, yet she was so beautiful that it was impossible to take her eyes off her. Even his eyes that were hooded and upside down, rippled with light.

The clothes were definitely cheap items from the flea market, but it looked like clothes of superior quality, like branded clothes on its body. Even professional models on television look worse than her.

"Mother."

Fatmawati only reacted to the situation after Gayatri called out to her.

Is this Gayatri? Fatmawati was full of confusion.

She never expected that Gayatri would look so beautiful with the thick makeup removed. If you look at this, it's no exaggeration to describe it as similar to fairies.

“At the time for dinner. I made you noodles.” Fatmawati suppressed the shock in her heart and placed the instant noodles on the table.

"Thank you Mother." Gayatri took the bowl and began to frantically devour the noodles.

He had not eaten much throughout the day, so he was really starving right now. Although he ate rather quickly, he did not look rude. But instead, it was a pleasant sight to behold.

Shortly after, he finished a bowl of noodles.

“Still there again in the pot. I'll bring you another bowl,” said Fatmawati.

Gayatri smile. "I'm full, Mom."

Fatmawati continued to speak, "Then, I will take you to your room so that you can rest."

"certain." Gayatri nodded.

The bedroom is a room separated by a gypsum board. It was a very narrow space, and Fatmawati lived in the next room.

The furniture inside is very simple. There was only a bed, a table, and a wardrobe. Not one item is excessive.

Pitaloka Buana lived here in the past. He had already brought all the items he wanted before leaving. As a result, not even bed linen can be found in bed right now.

Fatmawati said shyly, "I'll give you bed linen and blankets."

Gayatri simply replied with a smile, "Alright."

After saying that, Gayatri continued talking, “Oh right, Mom. Where's my uncle?”

Fatmawati has a total of five siblings who are all male.

His eldest brother, Teguh, lived with him. The uncle Gayatri meant was Teguh.

Teguh is a junior high school graduate. Due to her poor educational background, she did not manage to get a decent job for many years. He works as a pack delivery man on a typical day and does not smoke or drink. However, he likes to gamble. He would invest almost all of his monthly salary in gambling houses.

Fatmawati looked at the clock on the wall and said, "He'll be right back."

Just then, the sound of footsteps could be heard from outside. "Sister, let's get out, quick! Come and see what I bring you!”

"He has come." Fatmawati answered and walked towards the living room. At the same time he muttered, “It looks like my sister this one has a long life!”

Indonesian society has a stereotype or belief that people who appear not long after being talked about are considered to have a long life.

The one who came back was none other than Teguh. He carried a roasted duck in his left hand and a large melon in his right hand.

"You've made a lot of money, haven't you?" Fatmawati said in surprise.

Although it is now close to entering the twentieth century, meat is a rare and very luxurious commodity in this family. They will only get a piece of meat during a particular celebration or special occasion.

Smile, showing his treasure. “This is a gift from my customer who owns the grilled duck culinary business! He said that parcel delivery officers like us who work very hard under hot weather should have more nutrition!”

Before his voice disappeared, Teguh noticed Gayatri emerging from behind. He said with a astonished expression, "Sister, who is this?"

Fatmawati smiled and introduced her to Teguh. “This Gayatri. Gayatri, greet your uncle.”

"Hello uncle." Gayatri greeted him respectfully with a bow.

It looked like I had just seen a ghost. "You, you, you're Gayatri Buana?”

Gayatri was definitely not like this a few days ago!

"Uncle, now I'm just Gayatri from this family." Gayatri said her words clearly.

"You're not going to plan anything anymore, are you?" Firmly pulled Fatmawati behind him and said warily, "Sister, don't be fooled by this shameless and ungrateful boy again!"

Those words made Gayatri suddenly recall many unpleasant memories, that the original owner of her body did many things that hurt Fatmawati to break off the relationship with her.

Therefore, Gayatri looked at Teguh and said sincerely, “Uncle, I made mistakes in the past. I did a lot of things that hurt my mother, and I knew that I was wrong. So please forgive me!"

Firmly looked at Gayatri with a puzzled expression, and her gaze was filled with a lot of speculation.

How did Gayatri suddenly turn into this kind of person? This is so absurd! The sun has risen from the west!

In an instant, he warned, "Shameless and ungrateful boy, if you have the courage to play some tricks and hurt my sister, I won't let you off easily!"

Fatmawati laughed and mediated the situation. “Steadfast, Gayatri is my daughter, so how could she hurt me?”

Steady cold snorting. “It's not sure. What if he was as heartless as a shameless and ungrateful boy like Pitaloka!”

After hearing that, Gayatri slightly raised her eyebrows.

From his words, it is not difficult to conclude that Teguh has some hidden stories that he does not know, because it seems Teguh really hates Pitaloka Buana.

Fatmawati spoke up, “Let's stop talking about whether she is shameless and ungrateful. I can guarantee that Gayatri is definitely not that kind of person! Oh yes, you must be hungry after delivering the package until late at night. There are noodles in the pot, you can take the bowl yourself while I will prepare the bed for Gayatri.”

"I'll go with you, ma'am," said Gayatri.

"Good."

Fatmawati is still very foreign to her daughter, Gayatri. She was at a loss for words while making up the bed, so the atmosphere became a little awkward.

Gayatri felt the caution of Fatmawati. So, he smiled and looked for a topic of conversation to divert this awkward situation.

He was not the original owner of his body at the moment, so he was sure he would not let Fatmawati down. In fact, Gayatri was an orphan in her previous life. Therefore, she would definitely protect the maternal love she had now.

After the bed was prepared, Fatmawati wanted to give Gayatri a piece of melon. But, they stopped him. It's clear that he's not happy. “Kak, she is the eldest daughter of a rich family, and she even uses Oxydrink mineral water to wash her face! Why is he eating melons in this slum? Do not let you be harassed even though you have done a good thing!”

Firmly present when the incident of Oxydrink mineral water occurs. He wanted to beat up Gayatri at the time, although in the end he could only hold back because Fatmawati stopped him.

Fatmawati furrowed her brows slightly and said softly, "The boy has admitted his mistake! As his uncle, why do you still want to take this trivial matter into consideration?"

“The human mind is unpredictable! Big brother, the child you raised alone turned out to be a shameless and ungrateful brat! What else was this child raised by someone else! I'm just afraid you'll get hurt again!”

Teguh is an innocent person, and is very worried about his older sister, Fatmawati. He was afraid that he would get hurt again.

"Don't worry, it won't happen!” Fatmawati said with a stern expression. "I knew from the boy's gaze that he had turned into a better person."

He sighed helplessly, but he did not try to stop Fatmawati anymore. "Sister, you refuse to give up until all hope is lost."

Fatmawati smiled and carried the melon while walking to Gayatri's room, not forgetting to turn around and remind Teguh, “Rest early after you finish eating. You lose nine out of ten times in gambling. You are not allowed to gamble anymore.”

Steady nod in response.

Then, Fatmawati arrived at Gayatri's room with melons. "Eat melons, Gayatri."

"Thank you Mother."

Gayatri used a toothpick to pick up a piece of melon. He tried it and found that it was very sweet because it was the middle part of the melon meat.

“Bu, eat! It's sweet.” Gayatri gave a piece of melon to Fatmawati.

Fatmawati replied with a smile, “I don't like melons, you can spend them."

Just like all mothers in the world, Fatmawati wants to leave the best for her child.

This made Gayatri suddenly feel sad. She put down the melon and hugged Fatmawati. “Don't worry, ma'am. I will definitely give you a much better life.”

******

The night grew darker, and midnight came in the blink of an eye.

The silhouette walked towards the outside under the bridge carefully and closed the door without any difficulty. Firmly exhaling a sigh of relief as if a burden was lifted from his chest.

Meanwhile, someone patted Teguh's shoulder.

“Janc*k!” Firmly so surprised that he jumped up like a frightened bird, and his face turned pale.

"Shut up." Gayatri placed a finger on her lips. “Speak more gently, uncle. If my mom notices us, we won't be able to get out again.”

I was glad to see that it was Gayatri. "God! A poor man like me doesn't deserve to be the uncle of a rich boy like you!”

Gayatri was not angry with his statement, but simply followed Teguh.

He was calm, as if he was going shopping casually.

Firmly turned around and said angrily, “You must be sick, right? Buana Gayatri! Why are you following me?”

Gayatri smile. “Uncle, my name is Gayatri, not the son of the Buana Family! Besides, this road is not yours. If you can walk on it, then I can also.”

Firmly silent for a moment, and finally decided to continue walking forward while cursing.

It didn't take long before they arrived at a brightly lit location. It was the largest underground gambling house in Surabaya!

Please note that in Indonesia, gambling is illegal.

Before Teguh entered the place, he clenched his hands and prayed sincerely, “Bless and protect me, O God! Bless and protect me, O God! You must make sure that I have good luck today! I will worship You and make a generous donation to Your people, if I win a lot of money!”

The gambling house smelled of smoke, and all sorts of people were there. Those who win money are very arrogant, and those who lose money will sigh very sadly.

Teguh is a regular visitor at the gambling house. Someone greeted him as soon as he entered the place. "Mas Teguh is here!"

"Hello, Mas Steady!"

“Who is this, Mas Teguh? Is he your relative?”

Teguh had just realized that Gayatri was following him all the way to the gambling house. He took several steps back at once and kept his distance from Gayatri. “I don't know him! I have absolutely nothing to do with him!”

Gayatri was not disappointed by his actions. Instead, he followed Teguh until they arrived at the deepest gambling table.

A group of people shouted so loudly that their faces turned red. "Good! This will be my hok today!”

The dealer opened the chest containing the dice and said with a smile, “Three, one, four! Small!"

“Janc*k! How can that appear small, yes!?”

“It was really luck!”

The dealer shuffles the dice once again, and a grading chart appears in front of the table. The players can choose where to place their bets. The more types of bets that are hit, the more money the player will win!

Gayatri's ears moved slightly to focus her attention on listening to the sound of the dice colliding inside the crate.

Meanwhile, Teguh chose to bet on small numbers with careful consideration and then clenched his hands together to pray for mercy to God.

“Bet on big numbers, uncle. Bets on five, six, and two.” Gayatri said gently.

He rolled his eyes at her. His gaze was filled with contempt.