Honor Behind the Stain
Besanes

While the Emperor was confused, he did not have the number of the person who would be his fake parent.  Surely this will be a question, how can a biological child not have his own parent number? it's so awkward.

The emperor is spinning his brain.  Thinking what he should say. “Hp I'm lowbet, later I will cas first.”

“Good.  You can leave the house and take Khanza, as long as you introduce me to your parents.  Once I believe that you come from a good family, then you can take my son with you.  How could I have calmed down to take Khanza off if I didn't know where you came from.  What if you're a police fugitive?  Or your father's a drug dealer.  Or even something bad about your family?”

“Yes, I'll cas hp first.”  The emperor left the room.  He went back to his room to call Beno.  But his gaze was precisely aimed at Khanza who was still sleeping soundly behind a thick blanket that half dangled to the floor, and the hand went up to show his armpits that turned cling like the floor just dipel.

Seven o'clock.  Khanza is still sleeping.  Really bangkong girl!

The Emperor had trouble sleeping overnight because he had to suffer from his floundering position on the floor with the temperature of Ac burning very cold.  It looks like a weeded catfish, curled up great. He had been looking for a blanket, a mat, a folding mattress or whatever he could use for the base, but did not meet.

It was impossible to ask the maid.  That would be a big suspicious question.  Forced the Emperor to lie all night on the cold floor.  Can be calculated how many minutes he fell asleep, the rest is just feeling cold because only his jacket is equipped without a blanket.

The Emperor did not expect Khanza to find anything to save him from the cold.  Because he knew, it was impossible for a Khanza to be willing to care for him.  The stone girl will only know things that can please her without her being able to care about others.

The Emperor called Beno, his call was immediately connected.

“Ben, how was the business last night?  Have you found a pair of humans who can be made into fake parents for me?”

“Already.  Take it easy, all are already matur,” replied Beno across with his distinctive voice, crisp and make the ears uncomfortable.

“Pak Subrata has urged to introduce her to my parents.  It's impossible for me to introduce Mr. Subrata to my parents, right?  It can mess everything up.  Not only am I the one who messed up, but Jihan, my parents, and everything.  Even my fake marriage to Khanza can be exposed as well.  So arrange it as soon as possible so that the fake parents are introduced to Mr. Subrata.  I hope this charade will quickly end when I am not proven guilty.”

“Yes, you take it easy.  All problems must have a way out.”  Beno then explains about the Emperor's fake old man whom he hired out of nowhere.  

Starting from the name, residence, occupation, how many families and everything had already been conveyed by him so that later when asked a question by Subrata, the answer between the Emperor and the fake old man would be the same, so that later when asked a question by Subrata, the answer between the Emperor and the fake old man would be the same, nothing is awkward.

Beno even said that he would immediately bring Mr. Zein and Ms. Karsih to see Subrata that day so that the problem would be resolved quickly.

They are picked up and escorted by Beno using a neighbor's loan car.  For the sake of the Emperor, Beno was willing to borrow a neighbor's car.  If scuffed, Beno promised to ask for compensation to the Emperor.  Luckily Beno is adept at driving, so his worries don't happen.  

After delivering the two couples, Beno immediately left.  

Like a confused person, the two couples were plonga plongo.  Confusion in front of a tall fence.  The Emperor, who had received a code from Beno about the arrival of the two men, immediately welcomed him out, introducing himself as Emperor.

That day, there really had been a drama filled with lies.  The emperor begged for mercy in his heart, he had already made a row of lies.  

This is how if you start everything with a lie, then there will be other lies to cover it up. It's wet, then it should continue.

“Include us from Kampung Sukajadi, come a long way to visit besan,” said Mr. Zein with a very thick jaw log.  He sat on the sofa opposite Subrata and Marwah.

“Yes we are also surprised how suddenly our son married not to say.  Lha wong last yesterday the Emperor was still a cymbel.”  Ms. Karsih.

“Singel, Bune,” timpal Pak Zein corrects his wife's remark.

“Oh yes that's my point.”  Ms. Karsih is smiling.

Subrata looked at the appearance of Bu Karsih and Pak Zein who looked crooked and old-fashioned in his eyes.  Obviously their appearance was not a classy appearance.  Judging from the end of his sleeves were found black spots, as well as a dull Pak Zein T-shirt, as well as flip-flops priced at forty-five thousands were removed in front of the terrace, it is enough to show what class they are.

Subrata then asked the address of home, work, and so forth such as journalists.  After everything was answered by Mr. Zein as discussed, Subrata's expression has not changed since the beginning until now, culas.

“Pak Zein, I consider Mr lucky because it has been booked with me.  Even the father now has a wife whose life is.  But I need to emphasize that the father and the entire family of the father do not need to consider us as part of the family of the father.  I mean, there's no need to acknowledge us as a family in front of your brothers.  We're shy.”  Subrata said firmly.

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