ASMARADANA CROWN PRINCESS

Season 2's. Chapter 5

Revi.

A bright, but cloudy Sunday morning still lingers in my eyes.

I'm so sleepy, hmm... Last night I stayed up in front of the fence. It turns out that seven years did not change this stupidity that still makes me unable to think clearly if I have faced it.

"Papa... Pliincess wants milk..."

I blinked as I glanced at the open door of my room.

The boy who had taken a shower and wore a tutu skirt and a rainbow stripes shirt climbed onto my bed. Kissing my cheeks wet.

If only this was princess Dalilah. I'm stuck and I roll on the bed with ah. I'll only be in the bathroom if I think about it.

"Where's the aunt?" ask me to open my blanket.

"Rooking aunt!" he answered while looking at me. "Pliincess mama's dream!" he pointed at the wall. Photos of Me and Lilah in High School.

"Papa take a shower! Princess sitting sweet in the kitchen with aunt." I said softly. Princesses shakes.

"Don't you know where Aunt's house is?" ask again, get ready to whine if I shake my head not to know.

"House aunt on the mountain, far away! I don't know which mountain!" my lie while holding back a smile.

This boy frowned and kept looking at the photo of his mother and father version kw. "The Pliincess likes to meet my mom! Papa doesn't like it?" ask her again innocently.

Very fond.

I ruffled her hair. "Papa has to take a shower! The doughnuts are in the fridge. Sorry papa last night overtime!"

Princess clucked in annoyance as she folded her hands together. "Why keep overtime, when's the play with the pliincess?"

I took a deep breath. Weekend is a free schedule without going to the hospital.

Sunday night I use to hangout wherever I want. Sunday I used to relax while compiling a list of health projects and anything related to my work.

"Promise not crying? If you cry papa ogah!" I pretended to be strict.

Princess direct mangosteen. "I promise papa!"

Haha.

I told him to get out of my room. While the leak was busy asking the aunt for cereal and milk. I was busy observing Dalilah's face inside the picture frame.

"Is there any leftover flavor for me, Lil? Even though it's been seven years that we've run so far?"

I'm pensive. But the disturbance came back when the leak reopened my room.

"Papa, shower!"

For God's sake, if mommy was young, upbeat and happy. This kid couldn't have come with me and lived in a modern minimalist housing close to Playground and the hospital we studied at.

But my mother is already sixty-six years old! It was old, and the death of Prince Hussein took away his happiness.

Mommy is more silent, aloof, blaming herself for the inability to keep Prince since infancy. And now, Prince's departure also leaves a little girl for me.

It felt hard for us and our family in the beginning he was abandoned by his biological mother. Stay away, go away, as if not caring about this little girl.

"Yes... Yes, papa's taking a shower!"

Little Princess sat in the chair, waiting for me.

In the bathroom I kept wandering around imagining princess Dalilah. She's getting pretty.

***

The dining table is like a courtroom. This kid still whines for a walk when I have breakfast.

Tutik's aunt, who had been his nanny since infancy, tried to persuade him to play at Angel and Reno's house.

But still this leak ngeyel.

I moved after sipping my coffee until it ran out.

"Wait a minute, papa want to call a friend first!"

Princess agrees. I headed straight to my room, weighing my own thoughts before being determined to contact Dalilah.

It took ten minutes more until his voice sounded soft in my ears.

Hallo-o. Assalamu'alaikum's chat. Good mornin.

My heart was straight.

Sorry about who? Any need? I'm busy now, but later. Excuse me.

I pouted as he turned off his phone.

But I'm not daunted. I tried to reach him again, Dalilah picked him up. But just shut up.

"Princess!" call me a little stiff because of gerogi.

From behind the door, the boy shouted. "Yes, papa!" while opening the room door.

I rubbed my face. Why did I dues give her the name princess when I found out this was the end?

I smiled and rubbed his head.

"Papa talk first, okay!"

He nodded obediently. Fortunately, I obey, if not. I'll find wherever her mom is now!

There was a crisp laugh from him.

Hey young papa. A busy week?

I stared at my screen in amazement. He's making me joke.

"Not at all! You really busy right now?"

Come back laughing.

Your daughter's fussy? Hm...

"Yes." I answered honestly.

Let's laugh again. Why is he so happy to laugh. Does he think I'm really married and a young widower. Hey, you're wrong, baby...

I'm still a tingting virgin. The vow.

Come to the museum, many children are traveling here.

I'm mangosteen. "On the way!"

Do not forget to bring food and water.

Dalilah hung up. I took a deep breath. He really thought I was a father.

It's okay, besides my niece would be sad if she found out, she's just an unwanted child.

"Begging aunt to prepare provisions and drinking water! Papa wants to get the car ready first."

This little princess wanted to be happy but was still confused by herself. "We're going to have a picnic, Pa?"

"Picnic to the museum!" my answer.

His face was more confused. "What museum is that?" ask him innocently.

"A building that holds many historical relics! Already, you just read it still confused, let alone learn about the museum!" I pushed him out of the room. Princess is still chattering to herself.

"Auntie...!" my yelling.

Aunt Tutik who was still cleaning the kitchen was struggling to come to me.

"Where are you going?"

"To museum. Aunt's coming!" I blinked one eye. Aunt Tutik understood immediately.

After an hour of preparation and on the way. I arrived at the museum parking lot.

The Princess carefully observed the museum she asked consciously. His face was immediately folded.

"No toys, Pa?" ask her disappointedly.

"But inside is Auntie! Princess want to see Auntie?" I said with a warm smile.

Princess nodded quickly. "You..."

I looked at Tutik's aunt, asking her to look after the Princess while I contacted Dalilah again asking her whereabouts..

Go in first and meet later.

I immediately took the princess' hand to enter the museum.

There was the sound of birds chirping and the sound of gamelan linking to each other melodiously.

Some visitors look back and forth to enjoy this calm atmosphere with eyes that sparkle in amazement.

"Where's Dad, Aunt?" ask princess.

I dyed. And a courtier who might still remember me, came up to me and nodded politely.

"Ndoro Putri is a tour guide for tourists from Australia. Monggo mas Revi pinarak rumiyin!"

"Snapjeh. Mature newun!" I nodded and invited the princess to sit on the garden chair.

"Tante is still busy, so princess look at yutub first! Okay?" I handed him the tablet. The most powerful thing to persuade him to be silent. Hehe.

While waiting for Dalilah to be finished, I recall the times when she was my tour guide. The private tour he did when we were unstable lovers.

His intelligence is extraordinary, his way of explaining the ins and outs of his palace and kingdom sounds straightforward and easy to understand. That's one of the reasons I'm still amazed by him to this day.

"Papa.., thirsty!" I pulled a pony-shaped bag. Believe me, my house is pastel-colored, all the trinkets related to girls his age dominate my home more.

While the instrument I brought from Mommy's house was just an acoustic guitar. My heart's sad.

I took a drinking bottle that was no less funny. "Don't do much, it'll wet the bed! If you wet the bed here papa bothered!" sentimental says.

Bi Tutik almost laughed a little when he heard. "There is my mas! Revi if you want to go for a walk please."

I immediately moved. But just glancing around. I don't know why I'm still shriveled and cornered if I'm in his neighborhood.

"Papa, old auntie?"

I'm shaking my shoulders, for a long time. This boy immediately put the tablet while running small towards behind me.

I turned. And watched the adorable rabbit teeth smile warmly at the little girl who clenched her knees.

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