Honor Behind the Stain
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"You should not ask the Emperor for money by saying that you asked for my living expenses to be replaced, just like you asked for compensation. Father sold me to him" Khanza said in the spacious room with a sullen face. He slightly jerked his feet to the floor in protest. Her hair was still wet after shampooing this morning.

"It's just a matter of terms, Khanza. In our teachings, men come to women with a wife carrying a dowry, the same as to redeem the woman, right? Let's just say I demand a dowry to the Emperor" Subrata replied.

"Different, dad. The dowry was my request to the Emperor, and it's my full right. This is my request, unlike the dowry!" refute Khanza.

"Khanza, your father is simply holding the Emperor accountable, measuring his abilities. You don't need to protest that range!" sahut Marwah who was sewing her braided rope broke. Present, that one mother why not throw things that have been damaged, even sewn so. Where to sew in front of many people again, without caring that the large object will attract the attention of people because of asking questions with its size.

"I don't care if you ask the Emperor for money as a form of responsibility as a husband to look more useful as a man, but if you ask for money because to replace all the costs that you've spent in my life, it's the same father's not sincere with the money that you've spent for me!" pissed Khanza.

"Easy! It's just a term. The Emperor must be able to show that he is useful. Breathing in the world as a man is also useless if it cannot show its prowess. Behold, the Emperor arrogantly said that he would deliver the money in just one day. Snob!"

"As far as you are! I don't understand what I mean!" ketus Khanza then passed away, he climbed the stairs and went into the room.

Subrata took a heavy breath. "Now the nose of the Emperor has not appeared. Look, is he coming tonight with the money?"

"This is the money." 

The voice suddenly made a glance in the room turned to the source of the voice. The emperor was seen breezing into the middle of the room, carrying a brown envelope, quite thick. He put the envelope on the middle table of the room. Witnessed by everyone with a flabbergasted look. They did not expect if it turned out that the Emperor's words did not play, just overnight, the Emperor was able to get the money.

"If you feel aggrieved over my marriage to Khanza, then I assume the loss paid off with the amount of money you requested. After this, there's no need for more charges." Iris eyes of the Emperor revolved around looking for the whereabouts of Khanza.  

Where is that woman?  The Emperor was eager to say the talaq to the woman, although in his heart there were still many considerations, about how the fate of Khanza after being divorced by him, how did the woman bear the status of a widow, how did Khanza feel?  And many more.

Ah, why did the Emperor still think about Khanza's feelings when Khanza could never understand his condition?  This is what is called adab.  The emperor is not the Khanza, they are different.  Of course, the Emperor did not want to be like the merciless Khanza.

“It's really money?”  Subrata opened the envelope and looked at the contents.  He turned shocked.  It's real money.  “Hey, where did you get this kind of money in just a matter of hours?  Don't let after this heard a splashy news about the robbery yes!”

“I can tell which ones are halal and which ones are haram.  So don't worry about the money,” replied the emperor.

Subrata and Marwah exchanged glances, seemingly questioning, but also happy because the money they could get in a short time.

“What do you mean?  One word what?” Subrata glares.

The emperor swallowed the salivary with difficulty.  Suddenly the burden of responsibility was like being carried on his shoulders when he wanted to say talak.

“Are you going to look at my son?  Are you going to make her a widow after you humiliate her by having her raided by the citizens?”  Angry subrata.

The emperor swallowed back.  He lowered his head for a while before finally saying, “I'm leaving!”

The Emperor's broad steps led him out of the house.

Khanza had been standing on the second floor balcony, looking down.  Seeing the Emperor's steps until he disappeared from his sight. 

And... Strange, Khanza felt lost before the man actually left. Ah, why would Khanza be afraid that the Emperor would completely disappear from his life? The man had left behind a lot of history in his life in just a short period of time, including saving his life even though he was a bad woman for the Emperor.

Khanza's heart was eager to hold back the Emperor, but what power. The faces of his parents below seemed to prohibit him harshly.

Where did the Emperor go? If the Emperor leaves, then what about his marital status? What about the household? Khanza does not want to be a widow. Not ready for that status.

One of the hardest things, why didn't Khanza want the Emperor to leave? Isn't that what he wanted all along? Doesn't he want to be free of the Emperor?

Khanza ran down the stairs, scattering ceoats heading out past Subrata and Marwah until both were confused to see his daughter running away like a demon chased.

Khanza ran through the spacious courtyard, continuing to head outside the gate. Arriving outside the gate, he turned left and right. Seeking Emperor. But the man disappeared.

A good man. Gumam Khanza was unconscious.

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