The Prince
143. Reporter Kia.

Aslan clicked the log out button, continuing to turn off the i-pad. Stare at his beautiful wife who still smells of onions because it runs out of the kitchen, but Aslan still likes it.

“Sit!” tutun Aslan dragged the bench and placed it in front of him. 

That morning Aslan looked serious, just like when Kia first met Aslan in the office. If Aslan is already holding a laptop or I-pad the aura of his intelligence comes. Moreover, when Kia cooked Aslan bathing, now the ketampannya radiated to the maximum. 

Kia who rarely saw Aslan was as serious as it was fixated. Kia bowed, obeying the words of Aslan. Kia sat on the chair that Aslan provided. 

“Do you love your brother?” ask Aslan seriously. 

Actually without asking Aslan knew the answer. And whatever Kia's answer will not affect the attitude of Aslan who has bound him with a sacred promise in the name of God. 

“Kok Brother asked that?” kia replied that she felt her husband was strange.

Kia is also very difficult to say love, even though in fact, now Kia is very in love with Aslan. 

“Jawab!” 

“Should ya?” 

“Emem!” Aslan nodded. 

Kia rubbed her chin in embarrassment. 

“Abang know the answer, Kia want to be brought here, Kia want to marry Abang, what try the reason!” kia plintat plintut answer does not want to be frank.

Aslan then smiled. "Is it hard to say love to your husband?"

"It's important you know!" answer Kia manyun.

“Why did you ask Umma until you cried like last night? Huh?” aslan asked intimidatingly.

Kia swallowed her saliva feeling guilty. Kia intention is to be a good wife who cares about her husband. 

“That's silent again? Are you usually very chatty and brave? Why?” ask Aslan again. Kia looks like a college student in her dose trial.

“Kia worried same Brother?” kia replied looking at Aslan with her sincere gaze.

“Really?” asked Aslan with a soft look. 

“Chiih!” Kia snorted and her husband's pouting embarrassed her. 

“What are you worried about from Brother?” 

“Kia does not want to be sad and hurt, Kia does not want you to cry like yesterday! Kia was also curious, why is there such an evil person as the Great Lord!” kia said honestly with her innocent face.

Aslan smiled again and grabbed Kia's hand.

“Dengerin Brother. I'm not sad, I'm fine. You heard it yourself, right? Papa has already kicked Brother out, so yeah don't have to think about it! Moreover, Nekan Umma kayak last night to tell stories! Can't! Understand?” aslan was serious about Kia.

“Sorry Bang if Kia is wrong Umma so, but if you are okay, why did you cry yesterday?” kia answered again to bring out her grunts.

“Emang yesterday, Brother cry?” ask Aslan to joke again.

“Hooh!” kia replied nodding. 

"Times?"

“Iya really! Ih amnesia, Brother mah!” 

“Hehe. No it Brother acting to hug you!” aslan replied, he even spelled. 

“Hiiissh!”

“Anything, promise yes! Don't neken Umma rich semalem!” aslan again. 

“Yes! But Kia nekan Umma? No, Kia was just asking the natural thing, Bang!” kia replied, still defending herself. 

“If you are not that neken, there is no way you two cry that much. The Dengerin Abang. Umma is old, Umma must have a reason why not a story. Don't make Umma sad! Okay?” 

“Hmmm!” 

“That you should know, Brother is not Ipang who is a child and needs Dad's guidance. Independent adult brother, who you need now you and Prince Abang ask, you do not have to find out too much about the father Abang.” said Aslan again. 

Aslan wanted when he became his wife, Kia was not bothered with Aslan's affairs. Aslan wants to make Kia a happy wife and mother. Because based on the puzzle that Aslan found, his parents consist of many puzzles that are quite difficult to assemble. Aslan also knew, Umma had been silent for the good of Aslan and Satya. 

“Abang really don't want to know who is Brother's father?” tanya Kia still felt her opinion was right. 

“Tau or don't know who Daddy Brother is, what's the point? Father and mother Brother happily married, if he is still alive, he must have met Brother a long time ago, believe me! It'll just be a waste of time. Remember our purpose here, to Mother's grave, to invite Umma and your friends, we take care of our wedding files! Focus on marriage for us! That was it! The others forget. Understand?” 

“But Bang!” deny Kia again. 

“What else?” 

“According to Kia, Abang has the right to know what happened in the past, Mr. Agung has done a lot of unfair things to Abang. We need to know why he is?” 

“Sayang...! Has it all passed? Now in your life there is you, it has made you happy! Be the brother couple who is always there for you! That's enough medicine for all your wounds. Brother ask you not to think of something that we do not need to think about!” aslan again. 

“According to Kia not enough Bang! I couldn't stop asking questions before the question. Kia Unanswered” Kia still continues to mengeyel and try. 

“Why even you who are insistent want to know anyway? Heh? Wh why? No brother!” 

“Because Brother is weird. Don't think of yourself Bang. Remember we have a child!" kia said again.

Aslan was silent. Kia is ready to issue her speech.

"Imagine Ipang and Daffa Bang. The Great Lord loved Daffa so much, but not Ipang. Ipang only knows, Grand Lord's grandfather. Ipang must have hoped and wanted to feel what Daffa felt. Not feeling the affection of grandfather because it is not there with not feeling affection but there and see the difference in treatment it feels different! And more pain exists, but it is considered non-existent!"

“Sama Bang, as Kia used to hide Brother from Ipang. As a child Ipang did look fine, but over time, Ipang's brain developed, Ipang can judge, even Ipang has an idea! I feel like a liar to my own child.” said Kia again. 

Aslan remained silent. Women have too long a brain. Handling women like Kia who according to Aslan will be simple and easy to manage turned out to be wrong. 

“Ipang should also know who his grandfather is, at least if later, when Ipang asks we can explain to Ipang with the right answer!” assault Kia again pulled out her tits. 

Aslan really did not expect, Kia if again insistent like this is very chatty and talk non-stop. The real Aslan was looking to find out, finally choosing to say the word Kia only, but still keep what would make Kia sad. 

“Yes, yes already. We listen to what Umma's story is, but if Umma doesn't want a story. Don't be forced to cry! Appointment!” aslan finally said. 

“Well that dong. Yes, promise we do not make Umma cry again!” 

“Yes have a shower! We go to mom's grave first!” 

“Ya!” kia replied nodding and had relieved her spirit of speech.

“Thank you for the tea, Honey!” aslan said smilingly melting the atmosphere. 

“Hmmm yes!” answer Kia. 

Kia then took her clothes and prepared to take a shower. Because her husband awaited Kia shower quickly and immediately dress up. 

“Abang!” call Kia to find Aslan.

In the living room and in the room there is no Aslan, in the living room there is also only Kikan who looks like he is looking at Korean drama. 

“Kikan!” call Kia soft. 

“Eh Kak Kia, already beautiful, where are you going?” 

“Abang equals Umma where ya?” ask Kia

“Tuh on side page!” answer Kikan. 

"Okay!"

Kia went out to the place Kikan showed. 

“Subhanalloh, Masya Alloh is beautiful!” mummy Kia opened the door. 

In front of Kia lay vast and green hills. Kia feels above the clouds. Even down there some of the fog began to fade due to the sun. 

Under the foundation of Umma house there is a small river whose water flows gurgling and very clear. On the left right side overgrown with wild flowers that are colorful, feel beautiful and natural. The air is also very cold. 

On the bench, made of pieces of wood roots, which were cleaned and tidied up handsome men in black shirts and middle-aged women in veils and wearing rails were sitting next to each other enjoying the panorama while having a good time.

At the table made of wood as well, presented the food that Kia cooked earlier, warm fried tempeh and a teapot typical of the area. 

“Beauty once you Nak!” praise Umma for realizing Kia's arrival.

Kia was wearing a black robe with a gold-colored lace on the edge. The Kia hijab is also long black. The black color further emphasizes the bright color of Kia's skin. Kia looked elegant and elegant.

The red color that Kia put on her lips also makes Kia's beauty more radiant. 

“Thank you Umma!” kia replied smiling. 

Aslan looked at his wife with pride. Aslan is very proud and grateful to have a beautiful, loyal and kind Kia, although he likes plan and hobby manyun. 

“Come, Son!” said Umma patting the empty seat beside him. 

“Ya Umma!” answer Kia. 

Kia then sat down. The three of them sat down to enjoy the cool air and the beautiful scenery. Apparently Umma had prepared all the answers to Kia's questions. 

“Im sorry Umma!” ma'am Arini opened the conversation. 

Kia immediately glanced at her husband, while Aslan looked down preparing to listen to the story. They did not respond to Umma's request and chose to wait for the line of words that Umma had assembled.

“Pardon Umma who has been silent all this time. Grandpa Prince, your real father Le, he is Surya Adi Putra!” said Ms. Arini without being questioned again by Aslan. 

Aslan who had been looking for the identity of his father last night still kept his head down. Aslan looked very handsome and like a good person when he looked down respectfully so. Aslan is a good guy.

“Is he alive, Umma?” kia answered asking. 

“She's dead, right where Mbak Andini knows her family!” said Bu Arini began to heavily tell Aslan in the past. 

Aslan continued to be silent and lowered. Kia kept looking at her husband. The longer Kia understood Aslan's body language. It's a lie that Aslan doesn't wonder who he is and his real father is. 

“Where is his grave Umma?” ask Kia again, now who actively ask just Kia. 

“In the capital!” 

“Can Umma tell us where it is? Kia wants to know Umma, father-in-law figure of father and husband figure like what? Then how did father-in-law die?” Kia continued to pry and ask like a reporter. Aslan looked calm.

Bu Arini let out a long sigh, and looked at Aslan. Ms. Arini looks heavy to start that story. 

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Sorry cut.... 

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