THE EMPEROR'S HANDICAPPED GIRL
I'm Busy!

More and more days, Sabia busies herself with her new hobby. Whenever there was vacant time, he would spend it in the gallery. Making a statue of Hari's face turned out to be very difficult because Bia had never seen it with her eyes. Unlike when he made a statue of Prince Eric, he finished it in 3 days because he had memorized the shape of the face and small details on the eyes, nose and lips. As for Hari, Bia must transfer what she has touched into the same form.

"It seems my eyes are not that cockpit!" luh Hari when he was watching Bia who was busy completing small details on the nose using a button.

"Be quiet, I will make it according to my imagination and the palpability of my hands!" sangkal Bia.

Day frowned and rubbed her chin slowly, Bia only three times touched her face but her handmade result was quite similar to Hari's real face. He smiled softly.

"Can you change the shape of her eyes? I look like I'm sleeping, Bia!"

"Ah, you're so chatty, Hari! Come out, don't bother me!" throw Bia out.

Day chuckles, he managed to disturb the calm Bia who is very focused and full of concentration when dealing with the clay.

"Where to go!" bia once again.

"Yes yes, well Miss Artist. Watch out if my face will be much different from the original!"

"Grottling!"

Meanwhile outside, the Emperor had just returned home from the office. As usual, he would not find Sabia in the room because the girl was indulging in her new hobby of making sculptures. Sometimes if not tired, the Emperor will peek at Bia in his gallery space, watching the ababil girl busy forming one part of the face while closing her eyes as if memorizing something, he said, occasionally clucked when the clay that he had formed suddenly fell and fell out because it was less pressed. What a consolation for the Emperor after he could not contact Pat, seeing and watching Bia from afar was enough to make him happy.

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The emperor took off his suit and hung it in a cupboard hanger, he reached into his cell phone from his pants pocket and placed it on the nightstand. A message appeared on the notification bar as the screen lit up due to the touch of the Emperor's hand. Message from Patrcia.

With a bated breath, the Emperor grabbed back the phone and opened the contents of the message from Pat.

[Don't you miss me? It's been almost a week that you haven't contacted me, Kai. I'm dying!]

A miss? Dying up?

Perhaps even the Emperor was already as dead as he had been tormented by those two things since this week. He can't vent his lust on Pat anymore, he can't get his attention, it's really excruciating. However, for the sake of his promise to his Papa anything Kai would do. At least for two to three months he will stay, hopefully Pat will wait.

Eventually the Emperor let the message go without replying. He does not want to muddy the atmosphere and finally even quarrel with Pat, let while he was alone first. He had not had time to put the phone back on the table, an incoming message made it clink again. The emperor gave a glance. Message from Mama Asih.

[Too tomorrow afternoon is not busy, can stop by the house, right?]

The emperor laughed for a moment, he did not memorize his schedule for tomorrow's activities. But maybe he can cancel some. The emperor began typing a reply message on his mobile keypad.

[Ready, Ma. I must have come home from the office.]

After making sure the message came in, the Emperor slowly threw his phone at the nightstand. His whole body was sultry, it seemed like a bath would make him refreshed.

As Bia passed through the dining room, she tilted her head for a bit and stopped. It seemed like the clinking sound of spoons and dishes seized his attention. The Emperor stopped his bribe and waited until Bia passed. These days he always avoids interacting with Bia.

Feeling no longer hearing anything, Bia continued her steps and disappeared behind the bedroom door. While exhaling a sigh of relief, Kai resumed eating half a portion.

Exactly at 11pm, after eating and smoking upstairs. The emperor was edging down to rest. The dim lights made him not realize someone was watching him from the family room.

"Not sleeping yet, Kai?"

The Emperor flinched, his steps almost toppling over as he lost focus as he went down the last staircase. He turned to the living room, his father was sitting there alone.

"Papa, why haven't you slept yet?" the Emperor asked as he approached his father's seat.

Syailendra let out a long sigh, he looked at his eldest son.

"Papa can't sleep yet, thinking of your mother."

"Mama Mira?"

Syailendra nodded slowly. His heavy breathing made the Emperor feel sorry for him.

"The doctor said your mother should have a bone marrow transplant. But he refused."

"Why refuse?" tukas Emperor astonished.

Syailendra shook his head weakly. "Eitherway. Papa was still trying to persuade him. He was adamant about chemo instead of having to sacrifice the bone marrow of one of us."

"Day?" the Emperor assured.

"Yes, and your mama doesn't want to trouble him. He is still sure he can recover with chemo. Even if you want chemo and radiation and bone marrow graft, your mother can definitely recover completely!" Syailendra rubbed his face in frustration.

Seeing the condition of his Papa who seemed to fall, inevitably the Emperor came to mind.

"Later if there is a chance, I will try to persuade Mama, Pa," concluded Kai promised.

Syailendra smiled in relief, he patted his eldest son's shoulder warmly. "Thank you, son. By the way, when are you going to make a grandson for Papa?"

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"Later, Pa. Wait for the emperor to repent!" whispered author with his devilish smile 😈

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