Ghost Husband
King and Milka
“Mrs West can we rest for a while?” Asked Milka who looked so exhausted.
“Well Princess Aerish, today we get here only.” Mrs West.
Milka returned to her residence with her sluggish face. Mrs West really had no feelings when she taught him.
Just as Milka was about to lay her body on the bed, Clona approached her.
“Daughter, King wants you to accompany him in his study.” Tell Clona.
“What? Accompanying King?” Ask Milka.
“Iya Princess.”
Milka felt that today was the most exhausting day of her life, after that Mrs West seemed to not give her a breath. And now even the King will make him short of breath. Milka sighed.
“Yang Mulia.” Call Milka softly and politely, not to forget she also bowed respectfully, she looked really like a concubine of the King.
“It seems that Mrs West taught you correctly.” Said the King, making Milka move her lips.
“What did Your Majesty call me?” Ask Milka.
“Sit down, accompany me here.” King Said..
Milka followed and sat down, watching the King who was busy with ancient papers before him.
There was actually something Milka wanted to ask the King, Milka wanted to ask about the Girl. Is the reincarnation going well? Or has he not been reincarnated? But seeing the King of money so seriously, Milka refrained from asking.
“If you have anything to ask, then, just ask.” Said the King, but did not take his eyes off the ancient papers.
Milka wondered how the King knew what was in his heart and mind?..
“How about Girl?” Milka asked at last, after having sifted through the thought that the King could read it.
“She's new to being a fetus, and it takes 8 months 23 days more, for her to be born into the world.” The King explained about the girl.
“Thank God, may he have a good life.” Milka.
“He will get a very good life thanks to you.” The word King reminds Milka of the reincarnation life she gave to the Girl.
Milka simply smiled in response to the King's words. Not that it was a reasonable request, and the girl should have gotten it. Because the girl's past life was so bad.
“I also want a life like that.” Mumbled Milka.
“Your life here has been very good, and you are one of the lucky ones. The life you give to girls is nothing compared to your life in this Underworld.” King's Word.
Lucky what? I am among the unlucky girls who have replaced Melody married to a ghost and live in this Underworld. Milka said in her heart.
“What did you say? Fuckin' hell? No luck?” The king repeated what Milka had said in his heart.
Milka widened her eyes in disbelief, now increasingly convinced that the King could know his heart.
“Ke..why does your Majesty know what I say in my heart? Or can your majesty read my heart?“
“No, I can't read your heart. But I can hear your heart?” The king's reply made Milka distrustful of what she had heard.
“That time His Majesty said, if Your Majesty can't.” Said Milka.
Milka could not believe that now she had to keep her words, even if they were words in her heart. Milka felt her life was being restrained. Totally constrained. He will never again be free to speak of the King. Milka wanted to scream and cry.
“When can I return to my residence?” Ask Milka.
“After I finish doing my work.” Sahut Raja lightly.
“when finished.” Ask Milka again who was tired of being in that place.
“Depends on how I finish it.” The words that made Milka want to chew the King like gum.
“Kalo so can Your Majesty get it done soon.” Pinta Milka's.
“Unfortunately I want to rest and I will finish later.” The King turned to a table where he poured water into his cup, and drank it casually.
Milka was getting more and more stifled at her. He restrained himself as much as possible from speaking harsh words to the King, not directly or inwardly. All Milka did was sigh heavily in restraining her emotions.
The concubines, knowing that the King asked to be accompanied by Milka in his study, made them angry with envy. All this time the concubines no one had accompanied the King in his study.
Even sometimes when they want to meet with the King, the King's personal servant always says that the King is busy and, does not want to be disturbed. But why would a new concubine like Milka surpass them.
The concubines began not to accept the treatment the King gave Milka. Because they also want to be treated like the King treats Milka. But they did not dare to say it directly to the King, as a result Milka who will get bad treatment from other concubines.
Milka's eyes were already so heavy, slowly her eyes began to shut. After Milka slept soundly, the King stepped closer.
He looked at Milka deeply, his eyes revealing a livability. Then he sat down next to Milka who was asleep.
In the morning Milka woke up, but after completely opening her eyes. He was already in his residence and no longer in the King's study, where he had fallen asleep last night. Or maybe he walked home, but he forgot. Or the bodyguards who drove him?, yes, maybe.
“Princess is awake.” Milka looked at Clona.
“Did you go home alone, or the bodyguard who drove me?.” Ask Milka to Clona.
“Princess must be unconscious.” Clona smiled to herself.
“Who brought me.” Ask Milka curiously.
“Looks like Princess does not know.” Grasil. Makes Milka curious.
“Your Majesty the King who was carrying the Princess when the Princess was asleep, and drove the Princess to the residence.” Clona explained happily.
For this was the first time he had seen the King holding someone, and, what he carried was Milka, the Princess whom they had ayomi.
Milka did not seem to believe, was it really the cold King who was holding her.
“Iya I'm driving you. And, you're so heavy.” The King's voice sounded in Milka's ear. The King is invisible.
“Did you hear the voice of His Majesty the King?” Milka asked Clona and Grasil.
Clona and Grasil looked at each other, and, they shook their heads in unison, a sign they had heard nothing.
“Don't ask them, because the one who hears my voice is you.” Said the King, making Milka's mouth open in disbelief.
He felt that maybe he would go crazy living in the Underworld, once he could see the ghosts in his world. Now the King's voice could be heard, a voice only heard by him, a voice that no one else could hear.