Honor Behind the Stain
Not Want to Joke

“You?  Why here?”  Beno.

“I work in the same company as the emperor.  I am his secretary,” Khanza replied, not wanting to be stale.

“Oh... So you already know that this Emperor is a tyrant?  Your husband who used to look like a mesh fringe was originally a rich man,” Beno said in amazement.  “You were lucky to be brought here by him.  You will be introduced to the original in-laws who are not twisted.”

“Do not draw your own conclusions!  when you're done with the Emperor, better gentian!”  The Khanza who had made an agreement with the Emperor immediately withdrew his seat and sat down in front of the Emperor.

Beno smiling.  “Hopefully you will last until posterity.”  He did not leave immediately, but went to the cashier table and ordered several portions of food that were then wrapped and taken away.  

The atmosphere suddenly felt lonely after Beno.  The Emperor and Khanza are still in silent mode and have not spoken.

“Why are you hiding this status of yours?  You are a rich man, but instead hide it from everyone?” khanza asked who started the conversation.

“I escaped from the matchmaking that my papa decided.  I already have the woman I love, which is Jihan.”

“Oh..”

The name Jihan made Khanza uncomfortable.

“But you're not supposed to hide your wealth, are you?” keep Khanza.

“Nothing to show off from riches.”

“Shouldering to show that you also have everything is natural. At least let everyone not insult you.”

“Only stupidity makes a person arrogant, starting from the contemptible semen which will then end up being a rotten carcass, which is ensured in the end to wear a shroud, which is, that is the same uniform for the poor and the rich, what can be proud of being arrogant?"

Khanza was silent.  Guru njai is fighting!  Noh, the scientist broke Khanza's tongue to speak.

Silent.

Both mute.

A waiter serves hot food.

“I have no plaing whatsoever,” replied Khanza weakly.  His voice is more like a whisper.

“Hungary?”

Khanza.

“Then why is your voice so weak?”  The emperor ordered food.

“Entahlah.  I suddenly felt uninspired.  I don't know why this feeling of lack of spirit suddenly appeared.”  Khanza took a breath.   “Until when are we married and this is hidden?”

“Do you want us to get divorced?”

“Then... I became a widow?” lirih Khanza with a clear face.

“You also don't want to be bound by me, do you?”

Khanza looked confused, went wrong, and went back even more wrong. 

“We can't keep this up.  I have a future of my choice, and it's not you.  So are you who do not want to spend your life with me.  So we will find the most appropriate path,” said the Emperor. 

Huh, why does Khanza feel so uncomfortable when discussing this matter?  I don't know when Khanza became uninterested.  Even he did not know what solution to do for this matter.

“Before making a decision, I want you to be pleased with whatever decision I take, so that it is not only concerned with one-sided interests,” said the Emperor staring fixed Khanza.  It has been cruel what Khanza treats him, but it does not change the personality in him who does want to refer to religious guidance.

“Then what do you want to do now?” khanza asked, still not excited.  His installment attitude has been lost somewhere.

“We haven't... haven't touched each other.”  The Emperor was a little awkward when he said that.  “I don't think you were physically harmed in this marriage either.  If we get divorced, do you agree?  I will live my life with my choice, you can also be free to live your day, also someday choose which man you want.”

Khanza felt increasingly weak to hear the Emperor's statement.  He also did not know why his body's response became like this.  “But I really don't want to widow.”

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