Honor Behind the Stain
Deg

"Khanza, where are you going?" Subrata stared intently at Khanza, who was already stylish and fashionable in the morning. 

Khanza's face also polished make up.

Subrata was in a frenzy when he knew the Emperor had left the city, leaving Khanza as well.  Subrata considered the Emperor to have no respect for him. Subrata was eating breakfast at that time, accompanied by Marwah and the youngest.

"I want to go" replied Khanza cuek. He drank the juice that was prepared.

"Where to?" Subrata stared at the bag on Khanza's shoulder, a bag he never wore his first. Once worn will definitely go a long way.

"It's free to have a high title and a great graduate if you don't have a good income. I want to work." Khanza put the glass to the table after gulping the contents in a standing position only.

Some days living at home, Khanza actually felt that something different, something was missing and made him uncomfortable. Don't know what. But for him, after the Emperor's departure from his life, one side of Khanza's heart felt that something was lacking.

"Your husband just left and you're leaving too? You guys are being alone like this. How's your household, huh? It's messy."

"Some!" Khanza nodded as he spread his shoulders.

"Daddy sent me high so that I have a high position and good income right? Yes, forget the Emperor's business. I don't give a shit about that. I sent my application via email and I was called in for an interview. Looking at the curriculum vitae and my education list, they must be tempted. I must have held an important position. I go and pray that I will be what you want me to be. Don't wait to come home, it could be three days, a week or even a month I don't come back. Because if I'm really accepted to work, then I won't be home for long enough. Noooo!" Khanza breezed away, not caring about the grunts of the father, as well as the confused look of the mother.

"Cantle, spirit, brother. Good luck! Don't forget to send money if you get a big salary!" exclaim the youngest while swinging the spoon.

Khanza stepped to the car that was parked in the yard. He had just held the car door handle when Beno called him.

"Khanza's! Here!" The man waved in front of the fence. It seemed like he had stood there long enough until his face looked tired with the scaffolding washing the temple.

"Hey, who needs it? You're the one who needs me? You are the one who came here!" cynical Khanza does not want to be ordered.

"I'm here to drop this off!" Beno gave me an envelope.

"Wheels?" Khanza raised an eyebrow.

"Well, since when do I give you money? It's from the Emperor. Just open! Yeah, I gotta get out of here, if your dad knows I'm here, he's gotta be nagging." Beno stepped away in a hurry. His sagging body fat was swaying along with his body movements. He is already very familiar with the nature of Subrata who would not like to see his daughter approached by middle-class men, the man will certainly nag. 

Khanza stared at the small white envelope in his hand. 

What's in that envelope? Suddenly Khanza's hand trembled holding it. Feeling nervous about the paper. And strangely, he was stubborn. Halah, why Khanza even became nervous like this when he was curious about the contents of the paper. 

Khanza was still silent for a moment when he felt his heart beating. Strange, what's wrong with him? 

Khanza then opened the glue attached to the envelope until it was open. 

Huh huh? It contained a folded kerats. You mean, the Emperor sent Khanza a letter?

Why did the Emperor, like ancient times, have to leave an envelope to Beno? Sort of back to the ancient times alone, which when communicating must be through correspondence. Can't the man talk on the phone? The Emperor does not have the Khanza number.

Khanza enters the car, sits at the wheel. It regulates the breath, regulates the suoaya heartbeat more calmly. When he felt ready to see the contents of the letter, then he opened the folds of paper.

The deg!

Not yet what, Khanza has been deg-degan again. Khanza could not guess at all the contents of the letter, so in the slightest he could not guess what it was about.

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