The Prince
169. Poisonous mouth

Jeje spread his eyes around. The wind blows strong. A vast blue sky stretched over his power. It should be a beautiful place to contemplate or date, I say for Jeje to be a cursed place.

In addition to the sky and the creepy scarecrow, Jeje said only visible buildings parallel to the floor where he stands now. The door to the rooftoop was locked tightly with one of Aslan's men standing firmly guard. 

“This is the end of my life?” joe at that time. 

Aslan stood up gallantly as if he was the tallest. Aslan supported his feet, seemed to only stay a while longer touching the sky. 

“Puni me Sir! Please let me go!” jeje said trembling to realize the atmosphere began to grip.

Aslan had not touched it. Aslan smiled savagely looking at Jeje and then glanced at his men. 

“He's been asking for Lex's forgiveness, how is this? Are you gonna miss your job?” aslan asked casually at one of his men who stood as if waiting for something. The man stood expressionlessly staring at Jeje.

“Please let me go Sir! Forgive me!” said Jeje again pleaded resigned with both hands blocked by Aslan's men.

“You dare touch my woman? Who gave him permission to do so? Hh!” asked Aslan suddenly his cold and violent face approached and looked at Jeje very closely.

Stared like that Jeje's guts shrieked. Aslan then glanced at his men. Aslan just moved his eyes. The two Aslan's men who were holding Jeje instantly dragged him along. One of the men who waited for him to take. 

Bogeman for the sake of bogeman he landed on the face of Jeje who had just finished doing facial treatment the other day. As the vocalist of the band, Jeje is very attentive to appearance. Moreover, the charisma as a play boy cap lizard must be maintained. 

It did not take hours, Jeje's face, which had just spent millions of dollars in her care, now turned full of bruises. Fresh blood flowed from his mouth, Jeje slumped right in front of the shiny shoes Aslan was wearing. 

“Heh!” Aslan gave a small smile by poking at his tongue, his palm neatly tucked away in the pocket of his expensive pants. 

Aslan stared hatefully at Jeje lying helplessly under the scorching sun. 

“You want to sleep with my wife? Huh!” asked Aslan very sharply. 

“Bug!” with indignation Aslan kicked the core of Jeje's body which was at the base of his thigh.

“Akh!” Jeje who was not powered up could only grin.

Clearly drawn from Jeje's bruised face was in a lot of pain. I don't know, is Jeje's vital organ still usable or not? How long to treat it.  Aslan did not think that, for Aslan it was worth so that Jeje could use his brain more using the grace of God.

“Feel what you should feel, it's too presumptuous of you to want it. Step over my corpse!” aslan said again to Jeje who was sprawled with pain. 

The sun's blistering unobstructed sting makes Jeje's pain perfect. He's like a salted fish ready to dry. 

Aslan had not quite gotten there yet. Upon seeing Jeje's one hand sealed weakly, Aslan stepped on it, mercilessly.

“Aaakh,” Jeje's groan again is very weak. 

“It's paid for you, dare to touch my wife!” aslan whispered softly but sharply into Jeje's ears. 

Jeje was unable to say any more, her entire body could only endure the pain she had never received before.

His arrogance all this time, when millions of women adore and cheer his skills while playing on stage, useless and disappear. Just breathing it feels so painful. Jeje only wished she still survived and could see the beauty of the world again. 

Aslan then codes his men to drag Jeje awake. Aslan's men obediently, they took Jeje to the rooptoop bank. 

“Open your eyes! Rat!” aslan again. 

“Ampun Master!” lirih Jeje was very limp in Aslan's men.

“Open your eyes!” aslan said again forced while kicking Jeje's legs are very weak, to stand alone Jeje still assisted by Aslan's men. 

Not Jeje did not want to open his eyes, but his eyelids were swollen and bluish. The sunlight is so dazzling and makes the eyes more sore. Not wanting to be tortured any more, despite fighting the pain, Jeje opened his eyes slowly. 

“You see what's down there, and how tall is this building?” whispered Aslan wanted to tell Jeje. 

“Junk like you, just as low as something that's in there, don't dream of you daring to touch my wife! Understood!” 

“Am... Tu... an!” jeje said very weakly. 

“You know what would happen to you if I threw you there now?” asked Aslan again to bring out his most sinister side. 

While enduring the pain and overwhelming horror, Jeje gulped his saliva bitterly. So scared and sorry, Jeje let out her tears. 

Jeje was certain to die, when Aslan's men let go of her hand.

Aslan smiled mockingly at Jeje crying in fear and begging for mercy.

“Because you made my wife meet me, I forgive you and keep you alive this time! Just once you dared to stare and approach my wife, you're done!” whispered Aslan for the last time.

Aslan then picks up Jeje's phone which fell when Jeje was beaten. 

“Urus him!” aslan said to his men. 

As cruel as Aslan, as a man of religion and conscience Aslan still had mercy. Aslan asks his men to take care of Jeje so that no one else knows and still maintain and even help Jeje stay alive.

Aslan just wants to introduce himself to Jeje, so Jeje knows who Aslan is. Aslan then walked away from the roof of the building. 

As promised to the woman who now holds the throne in her life. Aslan did not touch and dirty his hands in the slightest, to touch Jeje.

Aslan darted in his luxury car without a driver. Aslan went to his lawyer. After that continue his work by attending some important agenda. Aslan has now agreed on several employment contracts even though his office building has not been fully established.

***** 

Today Mr. Alex gave a very nice speech, put out beautiful words and spread poison to everyone who heard it. Mr. Alex presented some vision of his mission to fellow party members who want to carry his name as a candidate for governor.

Claps filled the hall of the headquarters of a major party in his country accompanied Mr. Alex to say his closing greetings. As he walked towards his seat a smile of admiration was thrown from many of his colleagues. 

Mr. Alex replied with a snobbing smile. That smile was thrown horribly from his old face full of thorns and reminisced about the many bloods spilled from it.

“Papa great! Papa's speech was very cool,” whispered Mrs Jessy welcoming her husband sitting back. 

Mr. Alex then sat firmly on the chair with his remaining gallantry. 

“Papa sure, Papa will be selected Mah!” the whisper is confident. 

Miss Jessy also stroked her husband's hands proudly, they again sat down to listen to the big party deliberation that overshadowed Mr. Alex. 

After some time passed, the event arrived at the end. Journalists who initially only highlighted Mr. Alex in his speech, now hunt Mr. Alex with different intentions. They are now talking about their child's household. 

Mr. Alex who was looking for popularity did not investigate the opportunity. He welcomed the friendly media that surrounded him. Of course Mr. Alex returned to the poison through his foul mouth.

“I believe, God does not sleep. As a father, of course I was very sick to know that the princess was only hurt by a man I trusted. I let my daughter fall into her hands first to be loved instead of hurt. I also told my daughter to take it off. Let me take care of my daughter and grandchild now, I don't need a man like him anymore, let it go!” 

Mr. Alex spoke out in front of the media, showing how responsible and unfortunately he is for his daughter and granddaughter so that everyone cornered Aslan and Kia. 

Mr. Alex has been living abroad. Alena never carried it. Journalists continued to pursue him with questions. 

“It's yes, I still have a lot of agenda. Pray for the best for my daughter and grandchildren. Thank you – thank you!” said Mr. Alex sok-selling expensive do not want to be interviewed again. 

****** 

The Ipang house.

“Hiks...” 

“Sabar News..” 

“Proposy Non!” 

Kia who had just welcomed the arrival of Fatimah and Radit cried as much as she could. Kia's intention was to take her newly arrived friend to rest in the living room. Kia rolled out a thick and soft carpet.

They were about to gaze at the iced fruit and delicious snacks that Mbok Mina served. They were foot-strewn and leaning back against the sofa, relaxing, chatting and watching television. 

All of Kia's intentions are gone. All were smashed, tivi who should have been a friend relaxing that afternoon became a demonic object that Kia wanted to destroy. There could be someone who wants to cover the distended and ruse-filled man.

Hearing Paul's words in the media moreover, Kia grasped his hand. Supposedly from yesterday – yesterday he just tore the mouth of the Paul. Paul was a real venomous woman.

Mbok Mina and Mbok Narti can only give tissue to Kia. Mbok Mina The Witness key to Paul's mask opener clenched his hands squeezing tissue. He deserves a trophy of image because of his skill in acting, unfortunately misplaced.

“Kia knows Mbok, long before Bang Aslan recognized Kia, today will definitely arrive!” kia said opening her mouth after spending a lot of tissue. 

Long days before deciding to accept Aslan's presence, Kia had indeed thought about the consequences. Kia can indeed guess, the nickname of the actor will be attached to him, like whatever the reality of the Aslan household. 

But still, the word slander is more cruel than murder. Kia remains ill when malicious accusations from all directions come to her.

Kia still felt depressed and torn apart by her battery. Although later Kia will rise up against him, there is still a tightness that hit and filled his chest. Kia was not as evil and cruel as Paul alleged. 

Even Kia lived for years alone without wanting to know who the father of her baby was. Kia lives alone to sustain life and swallow all her pain. Not one bit Kia love, let alone the treasure of the husband of people. 

Kia took pains to run away and avoid Aslan. Aslan was the one who was after him because Kia deserved it. It was also with the great sacrifice that both of them fought for. 

“You must fight Kia!” fatimah advised. 

Kia looked at Mbok Mina with her pushy gaze, then Kia looked at Fatimah again. Kia wiped her tears to wake up. 

“Ipang Fat. What about him. I need to see Ipang now, I need to get him. Ipang must come home soon, Ipang can not be horrified this! What will people do to Ipang!” kia replied riled with her glassy look. Kia returned with her tears. 

Mbok Mina and Fatimah immediately grabbed Kia's shoulder and calmed her down. 

“Sabar Kia.. We call your husband first yes!” 

“Ipang can not be horrified this, What if people bully Ipang? I have to pick up Ipang, let's go get Ipang!” whinek Kia lost kendali. 

“Kia!” Fatimah immediately grabbed Kia's body. 

Fatimah knew Kia lost control knowing she became a byword in the virtual universe. The position Ipang is in now is also very vulnerable to bullying and praise. Ipang can immediately fly to be at the top and flattered. Ipang can also be dropped in an instant with full scolding. 

Kia worries Ipang more than anything. 

****

Ask the brother. Do you still love Ipang kaan?

Want to end or until happy all?

hehehe

sorry the weakness of the othor has not been able to make a solid story