Honor Behind the Stain
Must Marry

“I cannot leave here, here is my home,” Khanza chirped.

“Alright Mr. Subrata, sorry I have to take action for this case.  Do not let me be considered unfair by the citizens for not willing to take action.” Mr. Kades asked Mr. Subrata for permission to be polite.

“But we did nothing.  This is just a misunderstanding, so we do not need to be married off,” said the Emperor.

“Do you have any proof for this?  While the residents have clearly caught you in one room,” said Mr. Kades made the Emperor speechless again.  

The situation had indeed cornered the Emperor.  He has no evidence to defend himself.  And if his good name does not recover, then his grace will collapse.  If the visa or even the USG test on Khanza, then found evidence that there was a fetus in the girl's birth, then the Emperor's good name was completely destroyed.  The trap perfectly ruined his good name.

“My son I lectured high and even to the other country because in order to become a respected figure,” said Subrata while grunting.  “I want him to work and have a big salary, also well established.  Then she had a beautiful husband.  But how will my wish be realized if it happens even like this?”  Subrata's gaze was fixed on the Emperor's face, staring at the extremely exotic masculine face.  With a firm face line and a sharp nose, he looked charismatic.

The Emperor returned Subrata's gaze calmly.

“Hei young man!  Where did your origins come from?  Whoisyourfather?  Is he a person of honor?  But if you see you contract at such a cheap price, where maybe you come from a respected family lineage,” sneer Subrata firmly.

“I'm from South Jakarta.  My father is Calvin, he sells,” replied the Emperor.  He's not lying.  His father was a businessman, owned a company engaged in plantations and oil factories.  Yes, it means selling cooking oil.

“Had, that means what sale?”  Subrata.

“Fried oil.”  The emperor really looked calm.

Subrata took a long breath.  “How could I hand over my son to a man is not clear of his origin like this, even coming from a family of fried oil sellers.  What will my son eat?”  Subrata rubs a rough face.  

"That matter should not be discussed in front of others as well." Subrata half-whispered, ashamed of his disgrace made the topic of discussion.

Mr. Kades glanced at the Emperor because he felt that he had slipped to make the young man know the levity of Subrata in the past.

The emperor took a long breath. Oh. pantesan his son's behavior is disrespectful and wild, apparently the result of adultery. If he does repent, Mr. Subrata should be able to educate his daughter so that his morality becomes good, but even this.

“Pak Kades, we negotiate just how sweet?  We just push this problem until the people forget this case," said Subrata with a great persuasion style. "We make new cases that are much more viral to make people focus more on new cases.  Residents must have escaped if there was another case that was more viral.  This concerns my family tree later.  I give you five million, how?”

Whoa, bribe him!  The emperor's head-scarf.

“Can't, sir.  I'm so sorry.  It's a commitment.  I will even be protested by citizens and expelled if I do not do justice.”  Mr. Kades politely declined.

“Exploitation!”  Subrata kicked the table hard, making Mr. Kades shocked to almost topple from the chair.

Subrata then breezed away with a dead red look, passing by driving the car.

Mr. kades stroked the chest.  He looked at the Emperor and Khanza.  “Whatever the reason, you still have to get married. This is already a round determination.”

Seriate