The Witch's Curse
The Flower Festival Mekar

(Illustration of Crown Prince Akbar Al-Amin)

"Huaaahs.... Dingy.. Raz.. Carp... "

Replied no.

I'm gonna get a shit.

You evil om-om.

"Patience, Yours... Uh... Izz.. You're still posing, aren't you?"

"Huh.. Auk ah!"

Razan has not changed. He always ignores me when asked to speak seriously. For the category of girls who want to get married, is it not usual if again looking for candidates (husbands) themselves? Why can't I tell Razan if she has a boyfriend or not. Who knows, you might be a candidate.

"Don't you dare.... "

"What the hell!!!?? " I'm upset he knows what I'm thinking. Maybe he's a shaman who can read people's minds.

"I'm having a hard time talking about what you're thinking, Izz..."

'Redist'

*

"Yesaaaaaakkk....."

I ran into Brother Akbar's arms.

"Huh??? Izza???"

Akbar looked surprised by my presence. He glanced at Shahrazan who shook his head.

"That's your brother,"

"Yes pardon! Izza, what's going on?" Akbar looked worried. The older you get, the better you are with me. His attitude was very different when we were kids. He tends to be cold and indifferent. I don't care much and stay close. However, since Nooriyah was married, and I was lonely, I became more and more tacky to her. This time, Akbar did not seem to avoid me because he probably understood that I was lonely.

I also told him all my plans, including to stop by and bring the wedding gift money as a dark fund.

Brother Akbar and Shahrazan only listen with a nelangsa mimic. They seemed to pity my fate.

"Not pity, but ngenes. How can a foolish and careless child like you stopped from the palace, that's you know... You want to be a cattle goat in the capital?"

Once again, they are on their own.

"Yaudah if you don't want to help. I'm gonna go alone,"

"Hhhhh...... " Bak Akbar sighed. He really could not believe his sister was so careless.

"Here we go, we'll see the festival tonight. We just got back to the palace tomorrow, what? Brother treat everything you want," Brother Akbar tried to persuade me. I flinch but pretend to agree, tomorrow morning I will escape from their entourage.

"Okedeh, "

Brother Akbar smiled, the waiter began to arrange a table to lay breakfast for Kak Akbar's group who had just returned from a patrol mission in the northern region of the Kingdom of Puth.

*

The first night of the Flower Festival begins.

There are many food vendors, accessories, children's toys, to household appliances lined up along the way. I'm very happy. Last I heard, a festival like this happened about three years ago when Kak Nooriyah was about to propose. O people, thank me for being the cause of this festival. You guys should have given me free snacks. Huv...

"There's food you want, Izz?" Brother Akbar who holds my hand looks wild looking for a food vendor who is crowded.

Many \= Delicious.

What logic is that?

"I want a corndog"

"alright... Let's go there,"

I was happy to be able to take a walk with my sister, even though many people were watching our entourage. Betaoa no, big brother is so dashing. Although we were both covered in cloth, our aura certainly made others look up. Nothing could be hidden from the aura of the royal family.

Get us in the corndog peddler cart. After buying corndogs and octopus satay, I continued my journey to the fruit stew peddler. Luckily, there was one that sold. Brother Akbar seems to have no taste for food because he was full of looking at me ngunyah from now on.

"In fact, I also do not want you to marry Izz quickly... "

Akbar suddenly mellowed.

"Yes right? I'm the same, brother. Pity myself if you have to think about the household when it can play like this,"

Akbar laughed at my response. He gently stroked my head. And order, though,

"Remember, don't trust others too much. That looks good, doesn't mean good. People like us have to live with vigilance. I don't know what happens when you're away from me, my sister... You're so stupid and careless,"

Again om-om tips, make a sprain.

"Yes brother.. Ready-to-do!"

"Yuk to the square, there will soon be a fireworks show, "

"Isn't he? Fun!!!"

That was how finally the first night of the Blooming Flower Festival ended with an eruption of fireworks over the fountains of the city square. The people were cheering and praying well for the betrothal of the king's daughter.

I can only accept it in my heart so that I am not considered a madman. Where is the king's daughter who participates in the festival of commoners?

*

Arriving at the inn, there were three people in palace guard uniforms.

I also resigned to be taken by Moti who joined the palace guard group.

"Evil princess!! I'm having a heart attack!" Moti protest. I snorted in annoyance at being so stupid as to trust Razan and Brother. Of course they'll report to dad.

"Go, Izz... Tomorrow we will follow" Akbar waved at me who was suddenly struck by a paralytic attack. Lazy moving.

"Come princess, here I'm carrying,"

Moti offered herself but I brushed her off. I was upset because he couldn't work together. Pretend I don't know if I'm missing. Why should I be sought.

"Come, princess... "

Hup!

"Excuse me.... "

Razan picked me up and put me in the palace carriage.

"Good way, Izz,"

He smiled while waving his hand.

I bengong.

Oh naw... I have to run away again!!!

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