ASMARADANA CROWN PRINCESS

Season 2's. Chapter 6

Revi.

I was still smiling a little as Dalilah rubbed the princess' head gently. Looked loving.

She really is a promising bright prospect to be my wife. I nodded unconsciously.

"Tante, play at the museum?" ask the princess while looking up, looking at the real princess.

When he laughed, he glanced at me and nodded. "Yes, Auntie play here! Princess is at the museum?" tanyanya.

This boy nodded while pointing at me. "Father, the Pliincess doesn't like it. But there's Auntie, so the Pliincess wants to!" he answered plainly while shaking his tiny fingers.

"Aunty, why are her clothes like this?"

I smiled as Dalilah widened her eyes. I want to hear the reason.

Can he lie to this leak?

With a crisp laugh, she rubbed the princess' head gently again.

"Because auntie is pretty if you wear kebaya!" he said with a smile. "Tante pinjem was there, the princess also wants to wear?" hold it gently.

This boy immediately asked me to come closer. I let out a breath.

"Papa, the Pliincess wants to wear a kebaya like Auntie!" his permission to me with eyes sparkling expectantly.

I really want to shake my head lazily because surely this leak will act more! But this is a good idea. I can also borrow a kejawen dress and stand behind Dalilah for prewedding photos. Ckckck.

Trust Rev, while still sane.

"May, but don't wet the bed! Bi..." I turned to Tutik's aunt who was just sitting around while taking a selfie.

"Yes mas. How's it?"

"Thin!" I pushed the princess towards him.

Dalilah chuckled but immediately turned her head and closed her lips. His back shook with the laughter that almost exploded if he did not remember where we were.

What's so funny?

I cringe. "Where's the toilet?"

He lulled his lips while pointing towards the toilet. Aunt Tutik and the princess went straight there.

I smiled awkwardly as I cleaned up the princess' luggage. While Dalilah was still flinching at me.

I'm sure he's wrestling with his own thoughts right now. Moreover, my hands are very flexible if I have to clean my nephew's luggage.

I took a deep breath before turning around, letting out a curved broken smile.

He smiled widely. "Repot?" the question is so ambiguous.

I grimaced. "Lumayan!" reply bumbling. The short chuckle.

"Seven years has been a lot going on here huh, Rev!" he said as he walked gracefully beside me.

I aligned his steps. I want to talk to you four eyes, say everything. But only someone who destroys my confidence if in his home environment.

Stop, he looks at me. His eyes sucked me into it. Inviting me to run to our memories that have long been tormented. And now rise again.

Horrible, truly terrible.

I smiled faintly. There were a lot of questions I wanted to ask, but I held back and said nothing. I don't want my curiosity to ruin the mood this Sunday morning.

"Too many, Lil! I didn't even go to college abroad. I'm fucking here!" I chuckled to myself, Dalilah widened his eyes, as if curious.

Can I explain why? Too much is sad if I tell him, I can only cry in front of him, especially if what he is experiencing is also the same as me.

It's not funny, it's better that Dalilah doesn't need to know.

Suffice the seven years that we did without this news made us both mature. We just need to be whole again. If God had allowed me and Lilah to get back together, the path we would have been on would have been easier than ever.

"I've graduated from graduate school, have you become a doctor?"

He was still looking at me, as much as he wanted to know now.

"I'm still in Daddy's hospital!" I answered with a stiff smile.

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Dalilah deftly put a pull on the body of the tiny princess who raised both hands high.

I smiled faintly. My little princess needs a mother's love. But can Dalilah be his mother. Because her face was already deeply attached to the princess' memory.

"Yeyyy.. it's beautiful!" praise Dalilah while tidying up the bocil kebaya. She pushed the princess slowly towards me.

"Your princess!"

"Just you! My princess!" I said to her, but my hand cupped the little princess's face and smiled.

"His cut!"

And smile little. "Walk yuk ride pedicab! Princess must have never been?" invite him while giving the code to his courtier.

Obviously, this leak was immediately submissive. I too, because deep down I want to do anything to get close to my Cambodian scent again.

"Don't really want to be my mama?" ask the princess while holding Dalilah's hand.

Dalilah still walked gracefully even though he occasionally chuckled to himself with an absurd princess.

I can only walk behind him. Besides Tutik's aunt who consciously looked at me and Dalilah alternately constantly like he had not realized also that this Dalilah is indeed the owner of a beautiful face in the picture frame in my room.

"Before a while" said Dalilah, he took his phone from the stagen he was wearing while calling someone.

I like to wonder, how many beauty supports does a crown princess have?

We waited in front of the gate for about eleven minutes until three rickshaws came with a man being the passenger.

She smiled sweetly as she welcomed him. "Thank you!"

I frowned at the confusion as to why Dalilah called him mas. What them?

Oh my... Nay!

Bimo replied with a smile. "Where are you going?"

"To the south square!" Bimo cleared his throat, he looked at me and the little girl who had been holding Dalilah's hand.

I smiled to greet him. These seven years we have really transformed. Bimo changed, taller, straighter, and stockier.

While my body is gini-gym, I rarely gym, basketball is rare, the mentok pol I do for sports is the carrying princess. That's just tired.

"We meet again!" greet Bimo and extend his hand. Welcomed it.

"We'll be destined to meet again, Bim!" I said defensively as I tightened my hand.

Bimo smiled slightly. "Please ride, ndoro princess at ten o'clock there are other activities!"

Dalilah gave a small nod, agreeing to Bimo's words.

I immediately lifted the princess onto the rickshaw. He stretched out his left hand, his one hand pulling up.

Oh... Don't ride, baby... You're making me restless if your array goes up.

"Sorry, help!"

I held her hand, helped her naiik up the rickshaw.

His hands are still as soft as they used to be. Still feels the sensation as he restores my hair with his lentic fingers.

"Be careful!" I said, Dalilah leaned over, twisted her body then sat down gracefully beside the princess.

"Let the princess be with me!" cetus direct.

I'm unmoving. "Whose are we the same?" tanyaku plain.

Dallah grimaces. "It's up to you, Rev!"

Bimo patted my shoulder. "My same mas! Let's..." Bimo shoved me into the other rickshaw while I still wished I could ride a three rickshaw with them.

My two princesses. Heart heart.

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