Honor Behind the Stain
Where's Khanza

The Emperor walked to a house whose aura of uniqueness was striking with colorful paint, high fence next door and various other strange uniqueness.  None other than Subrata's house, in which he said there was Khanza.

The house was not so far from the Emperor's rented house.  Five hundred meters distance only.  The emperor walked on foot.  Intentionally walk so as not to be caught if he comes there.

Dressed in a black jacket, head covered in a jacket hat, the Emperor stared at the house.His eyes searched for a window that was likely to be the window of Khanza's room. But did not find it because the windows of the room on the second floor are very much.

The emperor tried to call Khanza, but was inactive.  He held onto the iron trellis of the fence, exhaling.  Should it happen like this?  

“Woi... Who is it?  moving?” Subrata shouted as he caught sight of the emperor.

Even Subrata has appeared.  The Emperor hoped Khanza would come out.  The emperor ran away.  Take a thousand steps.  If only Subrata had caught the emperor's face, the old man would have gone straight to Ge-Er an and assumed that the Emperor needed a lot from his daughter Subrata.  It would certainly make him high-hearted and more bitter Emperor. 

Then lightly the old man will say, ‘Well, it is evident that you need my daughter.  You can't live without him.  Confess that you begged him.  It is only natural that women as beautiful as Khanza are coveted by men.  Yes, take my daughter and give me money!’

After a long run, the Emperor finally stopped with a dull breath.  Hadeuh, this is so you just want to see Khanza.  

The emperor bowed with both hands holding his knees to catch his breath.

“Mas, kayak chased ghost so?” reprimand one of the passing mothers.

“Iya.  That is, yes being chased dark.”

“Haduh, Mas Kaisar mah ada-aja.”  The mother who held the plastic containing the child snacks passed away.

The emperor returned his feet.  Down a quiet street that is quite bright by street lights.

“Emperor, here stop by.  Drink a drink first!” 

The screams made the Emperor turn to the coffee shop.  Ma'am Ica, the shop owner smiled.  There were at least five other visitors who enjoyed the warm coffee in the tavern.

Mbak Ica's offer is good as well.  The emperor needs coffee right now.  He also stopped by the shop.  He ordered coffee.  

“Diminished here huh?” ask Mbak Ica behind his desk, a brewery.

“Brought home only.”

“Why not drink here?”

“Want to drink at home,” replied the Emperor accordingly.  He stood by the coffee table.

“So the issue about the raid was apparently just defamation, huh?  Ketihawasan residents here have been on the assumption of skew towards the Emperor,” said Mbak Ica.

“I also initially did not believe that the Emperor could do that,” timpal male visitors who sit at one of the tables.

“Well, same.  Cooking a person who looks good can be adulterous right?” other sahut.

“Eeh.  Very late those who do that yes.”

“Why not just report to the police so they get punished and give a deterrent effect?”

At once the topic of discussion about the Emperor and Khanza became a hot theme to discuss.

“They have admitted the mistake and admitted to being wrong.  They apologized too.  This is the most important.  No one knows human repentance, right?  If they are insaf, what's wrong with giving them a chance?” reply Emperor.

“But I'm so clumsy.  This concerns up to household affairs and the future loh,” said Mbak Ica.

“Well, that's right,” another timpal.

“Just because of the malevolence, they have taken away time, freedom, choice and many other things.  This is not allowed.”

“Already.  I think this need not be discussed anymore,” pinta the Emperor wants to stop the gibahan.  “I excuse me.”  The Emperor had already obtained a cup of the drink he ordered.  

He then brought a cup of coffee to his contract.  It was only necessary to walk until the Emperor got to his rented house.  

As he had promised Mak Iyum, that the Emperor would stay there one night only.  

He placed the coffee cup on the terrace table, then sat down and started sipping coffee. His heart was now relieved, his good name had been cleared and clarified respectfully.  The news has also spread throughout the complex.  Making mothers who like to gossip also get ingredients until the mouth frothy when discussing it.

 “Zada!” The Emperor exclaimed when he saw Zada passing by on a motorbike in front of his house.

The girl wearing the white helmet happened to turn her head towards the Emperor's rented house and she heard enough of the man's screams, as soon as she stopped her motorbike.

“Yes?  You called me?”  Zada opened the glass of his helmet while turning off the engine.

The emperor ran away from the terrace and approached Zada.  “Mm... It doesn't seem right if I ask you, but I wonder where Khanza is?”

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