Can I See You Again
I Don't Care
“Welcome my son and daughter-in-law,” greet the king warmly as soon as the Crown Prince and Youra arrive. The two of them sat next to the king, with a small table of dishes in front of them.
Youra felt uncomfortable because she had to be close to her husband, even though their distance was not close. Deliberately, she removed her grip from the husband's arm. Youra shifted her body a little further away, leaving enough space for the two people between them to occupy. The Crown Prince glanced a little, realizing the wife was trying to dodge him, drawing anger within him once again.
All of a sudden, the Crown Prince opened his face cover violently. He poured the tea into his own cup, even before the king asked the servant to do it. Hastily, the Crown Prince sipped the tea, leaving it strewn around his mouth. He threw out the cup, then returned to filling his own cup, and gulped it down in the same manner. Letting the tea scatter and wet his lavish robe, made the king confused as to what had happened to his son.
Youra and the servants looked away, so as not to see the Crown Prince's face. Youra, who was furious with her husband's crazy behavior, kept her heart cursing. Meanwhile, the king who saw his son's strange behavior, was very confused. “Crown Prince, are you unwell?” ask king. The Crown Prince continued to do the same thing over and over again until the tea ran out.
“Servant! Get me some tea!” he threw his cup onto the table in despair. The sound of the thump, shocked everyone there. “Crown Prince! Be polite in my room!” snapped king. However, the Crown Prince did not care. “Crown Prince quickly reseal your face!” once again the king snapped, but once again the Crown Prince ignored him. The king continued to watch his son's movements, until the sight stopped on something that stole his attention.
“Crown Prince, what happened to your hand? Your clenched hand now seems to be bleeding again.” The King tried to grab the Crown Prince's hand.
“I'm fine, Ayahanda. Who would care?” with a thin grin engraved at the corner of his lips, the Crown Prince raised his left eyebrow. That disrespectful manner of speech, incurs the wrath of the king. The blood was boiling in the crown, drowning the king in a blaze of anger. However, seeing that Youra was there, the king tried hard to turn away from reality, to re-gather the remaining patience.
Youra glanced at her own hand. He was silent for a moment before finding the consciousness that had been left behind since just now. The thing that happened back then, made him feel awkward. Unconscious, she did not even know that her husband's hand was hurt. Earlier, when the Crown Prince treated her hand at the queen's residence, she didn't even want to know why the husband's hand was wrapped in white cloth.
I don't care about him, no matter what.
The Crown Prince pulled back the cloth covering his face, after which he stood leaving the room without saluting, leaving Youra with the king there. Seeing her husband rushing away, Youra was forced to follow that arrogant step.
Crown Prince, not just stupid. To me, he's really despicable.
“It seems, Your Majesty needs a break. In that case, I will return to visit His Majesty sometime.” Youra who was aware of the situation, immediately interceded. The king, who was about to show how furious he was, immediately ended the meeting.
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In front of the king's palace, the Crown Prince was standing there waiting for Youra to come out. He stood up straight, continuing to stare at Youra with a face covered in cloth. Not turning away in the slightest, until with long strides, the Crown Prince stopped in front of Youra subduing his body.
“Never, stay away from my side again,” whispered the Crown Prince right in the face of the wife. Youra did not look at him at all. With her arrogance, Youra even smiled hearing that.
“Do I have to obey the orders of a very humiliated person like you?” sassy answer. The Crown Prince's breathing was no longer in order, hearing Youra's reply made him even more claustrophobic. Immediately the Crown Prince stood back up shouting for his servant.
“Servant!!! Quickly bring this presumptuous woman, and lock her in her room!” the Crown Prince's orders, turned to turn his back on Youra.
Youra laughed at the Crown Prince's wrath. She stepped a little closer behind the body of the husband who was in a state of rage. “Thank you. Well then, I don't need to go out and see you.” Youra stepped away leaving her husband with all that anger.
Eunuch Cho who was at that time accompanying the steps of the Crown Prince was very surprised to hear the reply of Youra who dared to oppose her own husband. Eunuch Cho seemed very worried, or perhaps very pitying. No one has any respect for the Crown Prince, not even his own wife. Looking at the Crown Prince's bloody hand, bringing Eunuch Cho into the darkness of that instinct. Imagining how swift the blasphemy and suffering the famous Crown Prince went through was despicable, making Eunuch Cho fear that the Crown Prince would despair.
In front of his residence, the Crown Prince was silent for quite a while. He touched her tight chest. Almost falling down, he immediately rested his wounded hand on the doorstep of his room to support himself. The servants ran after him, carrying him into his room. He looked very weak and had no spirit. Really worrying.
**
Meanwhile, Youra laughed in relief inside her residence. Seeing how furious the Crown Prince was at him, added a bit of confidence to him. At least, one step to divorce will be realized. There was no desire other than to part with that despicable husband. Moreover, considering Jun who had always been in his heart, it always made Youra sad again. He thought, the final door will open soon. Soon he must find out who killed his father and mother, then get rid of the Crown Prince before they actually part ways.
Dayang Nari, seeing the loose laughter sticking out wide at both corners of Youra's lips. Desire and all seemed airy and happy ending. Youra was completely satisfied to have insulted her husband. Apparently, nothing could make him happy, other than suffering that must be avenged as soon as possible.
Dayang Nari came over, taking off the luxurious shoes attached to Youra's feet. “Your Highness, glad to see you can laugh like this. What has made you this happy?” after taking off Youra's shoes, Dayang Nari stood up, helping Youra take off her fancy dress.
Hearing the waiter's question, Youra laughed again. This time, a little bit of a giggle. “Nothing. I just just witnessed a pleasant sight,” Youra replied indifferently. Youra removed the layers of her deepest dress. She kept smiling with satisfaction, not knowing what was happening to her husband.
For some reason, for Dayang Nari, Youra's laughter was the beginning of real suffering.
“Your Highness, what exactly is the plan you are preparing?”
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“My son, how are you?” prime Minister Han asked Jun, when he met at a luxury tavern. After sipping a cup of the drink, Jun poured the drink into his father's cup. “I'm good,” the answer is short.
“I was thinking of getting you married to a child girl I knew. It's just, I'm not sure you've forgotten your lover.” The Prime Minister reopened the talks, this time with a small nod with him. Jun laughed, appearing to be soft on the father's statement.
“I no longer have the right to love the wife of the future ruler of this country. However, I still have the right to choose not to marry” Jun reply haughtily. The prime minister smiled, immediately putting his right hand on the child's shoulder.
“How much you hate me, you're still my son. If you're married, you don't have to love anyone the girl who's your wife. In life, we need entertainment sometimes. Like needing a woman, for example. Sometimes, women can be an entertainment when you feel lonely. As a normal guy, don't you need a bedmate? Remember my son, after all you still have to move on and give offspring to me and your mother.” While eating a sweet snack, Prime Minister Han was unaware that his son was currently looking at him with a look of hatred.
“As you did to mom? You think I'm just like you?” jun replied, continuing to glare sharply at his father. The prime minister remained silent, and continued to eat the evening snack casually. “I'm not like you,” Jun added.
“You're really as stubborn as your mother. Love that girl as much as you.” The prime minister shook his head slowly, this time not with a disappointed look. He smiled as if he were proud. Perhaps, something was drawn and he had stacked on his head. Soon after, he left the place to leave his son.
“Me and Youra, we'll be back together, Dad. That despicable Crown Prince, the heavens will soon punish him. Let's just see.” Jun muttered, slightly smiling afterwards.
