
Again Zoya looked at Aunt Nor who was treating the wound on the chest of Prince Erlangga. Sometimes he grimaced to see aunt Nor who returned to smash the leaves he had pounded on the prince's body. But when the two of them looked towards Zoya, she immediately looked down in fear.
"This wound should not be left exposed to water first prince. It will take a long time to heal. What's more, this wound is deep enough. Aunty hasn't been able to sew it" aunt Nor said.
Zoya felt more guilty hearing that. Moreover, seeing the sharp eyes of Prince Erlangga who looked fixedly at him. Like full of revenge.
"Auntie just ask her. This is because of his strange actions" said Prince Erlangga sounding annoyed.
Aunt Nor immediately looked at Zoya, making Zoya immediately overwhelmed and frightened.
"Not aunty. I. I reflex, my clothes are wet too" Zoya replied, pointing to the clothes she was wearing.
Aunt Nor looked strangely at Zoya and prince Erlangga, but it made Zoya assume that aunt Nor was angry.
"I'm sorry, aunt, I really didn't mean it. Please forgive me. I promise I won't bother you anymore. But please don't throw me out" Zoya quickly asked even her clenched hand to apologize to aunt Nor. His eyes were also glassy now, and wanted to cry. Zoya is really afraid that if she gets kicked out of here, she doesn't know where else to go. This situation still made his heart foggy and confused.
Prince Erlangga was a little surprised to see Zoya's reaction like that. Does he really feel guilty??
"No Ana. I'm not going to kick you out. It's okay, I can still treat the prince's wounds." said aunt Nor.
"really?" zoya asked, wiping away her tears. Ah, why is he so crybaby now??
"Most importantly after this you must promise to help keep and care for the prince's wounds to heal quickly" said aunt Nor again.
Zoya nodded quickly.
"I promise auntie" Zoya replied with her happy smile.
"If you are negligent again I will expel you" threatened Prince Erlangga.
Zoya pursed her lips briefly and nodded resignedly. Why is Prince Erlangga so evil. Doesn't he know if Zoya is really afraid of being here.
"Yes, you'd better change your clothes. It seems I have a cloth that is suitable for you to wear" Aunt Nor said as she moved towards the shelf of her goods. Zoya watched her closely, but the words of Prince Erlangga again made her turn.
"Look, he's so good to you. So you should know to thank. Don't be a slacker here" prince Erlangga said making Zoya snort in annoyance.
"Yes, I know" she replied. And turned back to Aunt Nor who came with a cloth in her hand.
"It's wearing" she said.
Zoya looked at the cloth strangely.
"How do I wear it aunty?" ask Zoya who does not understand.
Prince Erlangga immediately snorted at his hearing.
"Is it because your memory is lost that you also forgot how to wear clothes?" prince Erlangga asked so underestimatingly.
Zoya just kept quiet and looked back at Aunt Nor.
"It looks different to the one I'm wearing" Zoya said.
But aunt Nor patiently smiled.
"Let me help you wear it" Aunt Nor replied.
"I'm going out" he said, straight out of the house. He also knew himself not to see the girl change clothes.
...
While Prince Erlangga is waiting outside, Zoya starts to undress and replace with a new one. It felt very strange in his body, because the clothes felt very rough and hard.
"You have a white and very delicate body. You're so good at taking care of yourself" praised Aunt Nor who's been helping Zoya change her clothes since.
Zoya immediately smiled embarrassedly hearing that. During his time he did like kesalon, although he likes extreme things, but for skin and beauty problems, do not doubt.
"This is innate I think aunty" Zoya replied simply.
"If the royal princess saw you like this they would definitely be so envious. Even your beauty can exceed them if you wear silk clothes" Aunt Nor said.
Zoya immediately frowned confusedly hearing that.
"Are the clothes we wear not the same as them?" ask Zoya. And aunt Nor immediately shook her head and smiled.
"Of course not, they wear fine silk fabrics. Only the princesses of nobles and princes wore that. Which can be likened to us as the people of this lower caste" Aunt Nor replied.
Low caste folk???
"And again, your hair should also be in a bun. Don't let it get this way again" aunt Nor said as she turned Zoya around and grabbed her head. Aunt Nor immediately grappled Zoya's hair and tidied her up a little with a comb made of wood.
"Why is it when your aunt cuts it? I look ugly in a bun" Zoya tries to protest, but she lets Aunt Nor nod her hair.
"Maybe you forgot. If the difference of the people and the nobility is also not only on clothes, but on hair. Only the nobles and princesses can untangle their hair" Aunt Nor replied.
"Why is that unfair. Isn't appearance everyone's right?" ask Zoya who doesn't like to hear that. It turns out that social inequality has existed since ancient times.
"Yes, but that's Ana's rule. Only noble princesses can look beautiful. And when the royal people see you like this, I'm sure they'll bring you to the kingdom" Aunt Nor said.
"Waahh...really??? What's aunt for?" asked Zoya who was directly facing Aunt Nor when her hair was done. He instantly became curious as to what the kingdom was like and its people. What is it like that there is a revised or in the history books??? If you see Prince Erlangga, it seems quite interesting right.
"Of course, to be a lady-in-waiting or a concubine" replied Aunt Nor.
Zoya's eyes immediately widened hearing that.
The concubine????
Just be right.
Means being the second wife of the king or even the tenth wife, does not the king always have more than one concubine. Geez, Zoya can't imagine if that happened.
Zoya shook her head quickly.
"No aunty, don't let them take me to the palace, maybe to be the lady-in-waiting I want. But to be I wouldn't want to be" said Zoya.
Aunt Nor smiled and shook her head.
"That's just Ana's parable. King Kertangga is a king who is loyal to his partner. He just wanted to have one wife in his life all this time" aunt Nor said.
Zoya could immediately breathe with relief hearing that. Hah, then he wouldn't be afraid to get arrested right.