Honor Behind the Stain
Lose

In the midst of the busyness that struck, sweat also flooded in the Emperor's body. So tired. 

The girls who had come to buy chicken noodles seemed to be clumsy and whispered with shy faces. 

"Mas, usually the one that sells Mr. Kades, is this really a handsome Mas?" 

"Reps huh? It's delicious to bring home. Hi hii. known to mother as a potential ghost."

Those were the girls who had not heard of the Emperor's case. If only they had known of the case the Emperor had suffered, they would have thought twice about making such a comment.

"Sir Kades is busy!" the Emperor did not want to say much. 

After saying that, the Emperor's gaze was fixed on the next wagon, where Rama was selling chicken noodles. The man looked relaxed, sitting quietly in a chair while toy hp. A little sweat washed his temples. 

The yellow noodles on the wagon were seen staying a little. It used to be the same height as the noodles sold by the Emperor, but now there are only a few. There may be only three more servings.

The Emperor stared at the noodles in his carriage which were still quite a lot. Though he had fought hard to serve buyers who berjubel, but it was still less competitive with Rama. 

The distance of their wagon was only about three meters.  Only by bending the head, the Emperor can see the activities of Rama.

So busy with the business of serving buyers, the Emperor did not have time to glance at the condition of the crowd of buyers in Rama's place. While the Emperor alone had been overwhelmed by serving buyers, then what about Rama who had lived a little so?  Is he not floundering? 

At least Rama was used to selling, while the new Emperor studied and looked very stiff because of difficulties.

"Where? A pleasure? If you enjoy, after marrying Khanza, you sell chicken noodles only. Let me tell you the recipe. Special recipe ala Pak Kades," said Rama who is now standing on the side of the Emperor's wagon.  

Rama is the youth leader.  Although he is the son of the village head, but prefers to hang out with young people or more appropriately called complex thugs. Strangely enough, Mr. Kades did not want to reprimand his son, either already reprimanded but wayward. Every day, Rama prefers to roam and do activities that are not useful along with the complex thugs. It's just that the activities they do do not disturb the citizens. So no one protested.

"The sales are halal. Not riba. Does not disturb people's lives. There is no corruption either. Oh, that's it, it's up to you. But by the way you look like a nice guy, how come you fucked Khanza?" Rama then chuckled at the unfriendly face of the Emperor.

Yes, the Emperor was annoyed once every time he remembered Khanza.  The girl had already made her life full of drama.  Even this concerns his future.  Where could he possibly give up his future spent with a bar-bar woman like her.  In terms of appearance, attitude and behavior, Khanza is clearly far from the criteria of the ideal woman of the Emperor.

The Emperor did not respond to Rama, explaining.  Everyone would not possibly believe it.  

“Look up, bro!  Young people are common with such cases.  It's just, you're overwritten apes,” chirps Rama who has returned to his wagon, serving an old mother.

“Please don't opine like that.  I'm not that bad!” resolute Emperor.

“Yaa.. Although you are tired of explaining how high your honor is, it is still a stain that is visible in the eyes of everyone.  Never mind, I understand your problem.  Enough for you to marry the girl of the family's noble descent.”  Rama swung his eyebrows while smiling widely.

The emperor actually disliked the words of Rama, who argued that he had desecrated Mr. Subrata's son.  Because the fact is not so.  But the Emperor had what evidence to explain it?

The focus of the Emperor's eyes was on the plastic that was carried by the old mother who moved from her wagon Rama, the plastic contained three packs of chicken noodles.  

The Emperor took a deep breath, he lost.  Rama's chicken noodles run out first.

Woe Emperor!  He only has a few days ahead.  This day, the Emperor's time was wasted just selling chicken noodles.

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