YUWARAJA
The Dictatorship I

Towering buildings, motorized vehicles were seen everywhere, pedestrians passing by at food stalls, cosmetic products, and accessories looked so crowded. Many of the buskers, beggars, and children sat on the street corner.

Dim yellow round lights are installed on each side of the road, one meter from one lamp to the other, and one meter from the other, lined up neatly on both sides that make stiap corner of the city regardless of the darkness of the night, with streets that are so clean without the slightest garbage, there is only a pile of snow there. Every ten minutes, there will always be a round machine like a 40cm plate that cleans it.

This land that is completely covered with snow and ice, is famous for the most advanced civilization of all the Countries in the Continent of Sembrani. Starting from technology, whether it is in the form of technology to facilitate the activities of everyone such as transportation or communication tools, and even to war equipment though. The city is so densely populated, even at night, but people still look busy in doing activities.

A city that looks so ideal to be a resting place for those who want to spend their old age in peace. Plus the existence of various technologies, architecture buildings that spoil the eye, and entertainment everywhere, make a plus that we will not meet in other countries, but with the system of dictatorial government and capitalism, capitalism, making it all meaningless as if it were just a decoration.

Among the bustling and tumultuous city, behind the backs of the wealthy was the figure of a woman sitting on a street corner bathed in the sweat of her former hard work today. A pair of my eyes paint a shame on him who lost against the world, but he tries to keep the spirit of living a life that he considers unfair and continues to bring down the poor. The woman who was carrying a new life in her womb was holding a few pieces of cake in her hand. He slowly opened his pale-looking mouth and started biting at the food. Cakes the size of a fist consisting of three pieces are sold at low prices. Cakes that have a sweet taste, but not yet deserve to be called a delicious food.

The woman knows for sure that this cake is not enough to meet the nutritional intake for the fetus that is being contained, this, but he only works as a street cleaner precisely someone who takes care of trees and plants that are on the side of the road. His under-average salary caused him to only be able to afford some of these cheap cakes. He could still afford to buy more food. Only, the rest of the money he saved to pay the rent of the house.

A few months ago during the war her husband who worked as a soldier was obliged to participate and since then her husband never returned. Even his corpse did not look as if it was swallowed by the earth. From then on he began to live alone, without relatives and friends he could ask for help.

Usually there will always be compensation for the Family who died due to war, but the fate did not apply to him, from the many victims of war only a handful of Families received compensation from the Kingdom. From his point of view as a layman, there is clearly corruption there, whether it is on the side of Nobles or Soldiers who go around distributing aid.

Just as the woman was about to eat her second cake, she accidentally saw a slum-clothed child sitting by the side of the road, right beside the trash can. The woman began to approach him, she gave a piece of cake that she was about to eat to the slum-clothed child.

"Here, take!" said the woman to the child who had been bowed while holding her stomach with both hands. Actually he was not in a condition to be able to help others, but when he saw this child his heart was moved to be able to help regardless of the distress he had.

"Is it okay?" ask the boy doubtfully.

"Of course!" the woman replied with a gentle smile adorning her face.

"Thank you!" The child immediately ate the cake with greed, did not visit until one minute, the food was already exhausted not left.

As he was about to ask the boy a few questions. Suddenly, all the people who had been huddling and chatting with a noise, now they began to line up neatly on both sides of the road without making a sound.

"Give respect to Prince Candra and Princess Siska!" shouted a Soldier who was walking beside a luxurious and long black car that contained a royal symbol in front of him.

Realizing why the atmosphere became like this, the woman immediately stood up straight then she bowed excessively. The car must have been a Royal car carrying Prince Candra and his fiancee who had just arrived last night. As Prince Candra's motorcade continued to run, suddenly the Royal car stopped right in front of the Lady.

"Eh ....!" The woman involuntarily let out a strange sound due to being too shocked.

The woman looked to the left and to the right foolishly, what a pity, but the child who had thrown the trash onto the windshield of the Kingdom's car was already invisible. When the woman looked back, the boy had already run towards the narrow alley at the corner of the road.

"Hey!? You're that woman over there, how dare you throw this shit into the Prince's car." The soldier glared at him in a furious tone, then whipped out the sword he had been carrying.

"Pardon the servant of the Prince, the servant unintentionally." The woman ran to the front of the car and immediately calmed down with a body trembling in fear. This is a very stupid reason, but the woman could not tell the truth. This attitude of his could be considered an insult to the members of the Kingdom

Sentenced to several years in prison and paying a fine may still be fairly mild in the worst case, the death penalty is waiting. No, that's for sure. A person who fought the Nobles would definitely have bad luck, and live in misery. Such was the unwritten rule that prevailed in the Nataprawira Kingdom.

Even telling the truth no one will believe it. Moreover, he did not want that until it happened. There must be some people who realize that the child is the real culprit. It was just that, everyone was too scared and busy thinking about their own safety. If there is someone who is suitable to be a scapegoat, of course they will all welcome him with open arms.

"Is it true that this woman did it?" The soldier asked while looking at the crowd. The reactions of people vary, there are some people who pretend not to hear, some continue to bow without caring, and there are also those who agree to address the poor woman.

From the direction of the crowd was seen a Woman dressed in Servant clothes walking towards the Soldier. After giving a polite salute, the woman began to speak, "I saw her. Right, he was the one who threw the trash earlier. If you don't believe me, you can ask some of the people who are here."

"Yes, I saw it clearly."

"I saw it too!"

"Me too!"

"Oh and I saw him too!"

Like a wind-blown fire that would continue to propagate and burn very quickly, one by one people started talking after someone started it.

"You see? They are all witnesses. Come with me, I will punish you properly!"

The soldier began to drag the poor woman earlier with a satisfied dispersion clearly. The people who saw him felt goosebumps, especially for the women, they immediately lowered their heads and hid their faces. Anyone could guess what would happen afterwards, the Soldier was famous for his bad nature, he liked to torture and harass Women. Moreover, the woman is beautiful enough to make someone want to cheat regardless of whether she is pregnant or not. His thin body was still quite tempting.

The woman thrashed around trying to resist as hard as she could, she was so terrified of the fate that awaited her. It was better to die than to be abused by this man before him, but what was the fate of the child who was inside his stomach later? This boy is the only relic of the man he loves. He couldn't have just let her die. When the woman began to surrender to the bad luck she experienced. Just then, suddenly there was the sound of footsteps approaching.

"STOP!" His voice was loud, but melodious. A dignified voice that made everyone want to pay their respects to him.