
It's still in Queen W's main mansion, though,
The master bedroom, the,
02.54 in the morning.
Wiraditya was still left in his long sleep when suddenly he was surprised at something where a noisy voice could be heard the length of the room as if the voices were speaking in an unclear state. This initially made Wiraditya think that maybe it was just his hearing was wrong until in the end the man tried to re-drown himself into his sleep, but in fact, the longer the sound is more clearly heard throughout the room to make the man immediately jerked from his sleep and wake up just like that.
He tried to sharpen his ears and hearing until he finally realized that the sound was heard from the direction of his wife's mattress. Wiraditya clearly frowned, trying to stare in the direction where Queen W had been for some time. Until finally he realized the wife is not in a state of good condition makes the man spontaneously wake up from his sleep position quickly and try to approach Queen W without thinking twice.
Queen W As if immersed in a different realm, trying to reach a single extremely complicated bright spot, she was delirious with a quivering body, his tears came out rushing accompanied by sweat that splashed in the cold AC room in the early hours of the morning. The girl's mouth kept making noise that kept breaking the silence.
"No..mommy.. daddy.."
"Uncle..paman..help me .."
"Monster..."
"No..please.. I'll be a good boy.no please..."
"Sick ... uncle. auntie..don't hurt me.."
"No, I didn't kill him, I didn't kill him..."
Wiraditya tried to wake Queen W who continued to make strange noises, the look of a face full of fear displayed from behind the beautiful face, Wiraditya frowned when he saw a rope connected to his wife's hand, why does he think there's a rope in there?. He tried to pat Queen W on the face for some time but did not manage to wake the girl up.
Suddenly from the back of the entrance was heard someone breaking in with a slight force, the servant aunt came in in in a panic and hurriedly.
"Dad?." Wiraditya panicked, fearing the old woman misunderstood him, thinking he wanted to be indecent with his own wife.
Instead of caring about Wiraditya's path of thought, the incoming aunt followed her son, rushing over to Queen W.
Then he moved closer to Wiraditya and Queen W.
"I'm sorry sir." He asked for permission, grabbing the body of his young miss.
Wiraditya steps aside, letting the woman do whatever she has to do. The woman loosened the part of the clothes that Queen W was wearing, she even pulled the legs of her young lady and removed the anklets and whatever was attached to her body in a hurry, pulling the rope that fastened his hands and then immediately tried to whisper something behind the ears of Queen W who Wiraditya did not understand what, the man panicked not to know what happened to his wife, he said, he just saw Queen W so it was.
After some time Queen W was awake, tears had washed all over her face, the girl hugged the servant's aunt tightly, looking pale and trembling.
"It's just a dream, miss." Whisper the maid while patting Queen W's back full of affection.
"I didn't kill him bi."Still in an unconscious position Queen W spoke, closing her eyeballs in a state of fear
"Of course not, you didn't kill her miss, it was all just a dream." The woman replied slowly while patting the girl on the back.
Wiraditya froze, staring at his wife for some time. Queen W's last words made her moody, but sometimes Queen W made her quite lost for words.
Just this time saw how weak a Queen Wilhelmina-class girl was in her cold and silent nature. For a moment Wiraditya's ball stared at Queen W's feet, as if conscious of something, as if, in the ankle that often uses her beautiful anklet there is a scar that looks faintly around the entire circle of her ankle.
It was not an ordinary wound, like a big wound from being entangled in something that left a mark that did not heal. Instantly millions of questions hit Wiraditya's mind.
What is it with his wife exactly?!.
Amidst the thoughts that struck her, the servant's aunt's son brought a medicine bottle with a hasty gesture, gave the medicine to his mother and a glass of drinking water to the woman.
"Do I need to call Arch's doctor, ma'am?." Whisper his son slowly.
Instead of replying, the old woman simply put her index finger on the lips so that her son would not continue his words.
As if understanding the code from his mother, the teenage boy Wiraditya estimates still sits on the High School bench obediently and does not continue his words.