Honor Behind the Stain
Rela

Khanza's round eyes looked at the Emperor with enlarged eyes.

"This name of the Emperor in question here is you right?" Khanza pointed the Emperor's name at the notification on his phone.

"My life for you. Although we were equally not expecting this marriage, but in the eyes of God our status is still husband and wife, my duty does not fall."

Khanza wanted to say that the nominal was too big, but he would look naive before the Emperor.  I don't know, ever since he knew true love, it's strange that he's put material things aside.  He felt that sincerity was more than anything.

Khanza chose to quietly accept the money without having to say anything.

“I'm in big trouble.  Papa will marry me to Nana, on the other hand I have married you, and on the other hand, I have another hope, which is Jihan.”

“I'm sure you can definitely take the best decision.”

“Now not yet.  But I need to tell you about this now.  All right, let's eat first.  Once I get a lead, then I make sure to make the right decision.  Right now I'm following all this like running water.”

“Do you love Jihan so much?”

“I think you knew that from the beginning.”

***

After returning from the restaurant, Khanza sat quietly on the side of the mattress, fluttering his hands in front of his face, hoping that the urgent tears would not come out. It is very difficult for him to hold the liquid so as not to flow, not to stick out. 

You idiot! Why did she suddenly turn into such a cute girl? Isn't she a strong girl? This was why when his heart was dealing with the sudden feeling of being fragile?

Oh yes, Khanza to forget something, that before he had never felt in love, it was only natural that the first time he felt this sad. But he held firm to his sincerity, which required neither recognition nor recompense. 

If indeed the happiness of the Emperor is in Jihan, then let the man be happy with his choice. It's exquisite.

***

Today is the time when the Emperor must be engaged to Nana, the girl his father chose. The Emperor bore a heavy burden at this time. He already has a wife, he also has a dream woman, but must be married to another woman. It hard.

Currently the Emperor was on his way, sitting in the back seat. The driver in front. Although today is considered an important day, but he remains active as usual. Everything was normal and there was not a single oun of agenda that he missed.

He sat down with Khanza. They just did one activity. 

Along the way the two were silent, without a sound. Khanza is indeed turning quiet now, while the Emperor is thinking about the end of the story of his marriage. 

"Wait a minute, I'll be there!" the Emperor said by telephone. 

Khanza could see the name on the Emperor's phone as the move was lowered from the cheek, the Emperor had just called Jihan.

"Stop in front!" emperor's Decree. 

The car approached the figure of a white-hijab girl sitting in a chair not far from the side of the road.  The emperor rushed down the car and rushed over to his girl, Jihan.

Khanza's gaze followed the Emperor's bodily movements, the man appearing to speak seriously with Jihan.  They looked at each other, exchanged loving looks. 

“Khanza lowered her window glass in half, arguing that she wanted to breathe fresh air.  Though he was eavesdropping, wanted to listen to what was discussed by the lovers.

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