Dark Lord
49. Arjuna of the East.
Hearing some servants approach his entourage by asking questions, Zidan smiles because he does not know how to dress a woman or choose suitable clothes.
"Yes, please help me find a suitable outfit for my girlfriend. Oh yeah, don't forget to dress her up to look prettier".
Suddenly Ma'ruf who heard Zidan say that the sweet Devil was his girlfriend, began to ignite his emotions a little.
"Oey oey oey, just a minute. Since when did Ang become your girlfriend Zhi?".
"Since I said it, just now. Are you deaf now Ruf?".
"Well, apparently young people in this day and age have indeed lost their adab yes.
Like I need to teach you a little lesson Zhi".
"Old people, we are different ages. But for courage, please try".
The servants who saw Ma'ruf and Zidan snatch the sweet Devil to intend to fight, began to put a dislike for jealousy towards the Devil.
"Already, we also have to prepare many things for the auction that will be held in a few hours" Arjun breaks up the dispute between Zidan and Ma'ruf by holding the arm of the sweet Devil and taking him past Ma'ruf and Zidan.
At that time Zidan and Ma'ruf began to realize that there was a third rival who could threaten their position in the heart of the sweet Devil, swiftly the two looked at each other before trailing the sweet Devil.
The sweet devil was not conscious at all when he was contested by his two close friends, he was caught in shame when he imagined himself who was still a man wearing women's clothes.
Although the body of a sweet Devil is now the body of a girl, but the shadow and the notion of a sweet Devil against himself remains as a real man.
The servants looked a little reluctant to pick out nice clothes for the sweet Devil, though, but the amount of money that Arjun showed from behind his wallet made the servants complied to choose suitable clothes and makeup the face of the sweet devil.
Zidan, Ma'ruf, Arjun and Hoca wait for the sweet Devil to come out of the dressing room.
The four of them talked about what items are usually sold at auction.
While the sweet devil who felt very embarrassed looked so tortured when the female servants took off their clothes, before putting new clothes on by force.
The sweet devil looks like a child when the servants are holding his hands and feet, as the sweet Devil continues to thrash and rebel as his face is in makeup.
The locker room door opened, the servants slowly walked out of the room.
After the servants came out, then the sweet Devil walked slowly.
The graceful black dress perfectly matched the quiet personality of the sweet Devil, not to mention the black rose ornament attached to her hair.
Zidan, Ma'ruf and Arjun looked as though they could not believe the figure coming out of the locker room door.
"Why is this Ang?" Ma'ruf's question made the sweet Devil even more subdued his face, the round and adorable sweet Devil cheeks began to blush like tomatoes.
"Don't say anything that makes me feel embarrassed, you idiot!".
Zidan and Arjun could only smile at the sweet devilish manner that blushed in embarrassment.
"Alright, after paying let's head upstairs to attend the auction" After speaking Arjun approached the servants to give the payment.
Arjun leads the way to the 3rd floor where the auction will be held, while Zidan and Ma'ruf hold the arms of the sweet Devil from the left and right side of the girl.
"Hey look there, who's that girl? Why did he get to be guarded until like that by a handsome young man?".
"Somehow, maybe he's an******* or a spoiled rich kid.
No man is willing to share a woman, believe me".
Whispers after whispers of less wearing began to come out of some mouths of women passed by the sweet Devil and his entourage.
Many people who walked and talked along the raisin auction hall immediately stopped and focused their gaze on the sweet Devil when the sweet Devil troupe passed them.
A girl who wears traditional Javanese clothing complete with konde that adorns her hair walks towards the rombomgan sweet Devil.
"It looks like Mr. Arjun has arrived".
Arjun who was greeted kindly by the woman could only smile before introducing the woman to the group of sweet Devils.
Raisin auction hall has been established since hundreds of years ago and now Santi name of the woman who greeted Arjun is the owner of the building as well as the business, which is the name of the woman who greeted Arjun, people looked at each other when Santi who had the highest position in the house raisin auction hall could be so polite towards Arjun.
Ma'ruf who had suspected that Arjun was not a random person began to open his mouth to reveal who the real figure of Arjun is.
"Anu, I'm sorry Miss Santi. If you may know the reason why you look so respectful to Arjun?".
The leader of the raisin auction hall suddenly kept silent, astonished by the question posed by Ma'ruf.
How can they enter into 1 group but do not know each other.
"Sounds like you guys just met? Am I right".
"Yes, that's why I asked".
Santi begins to smile at Arjun, as if to ask Arjun for approval whether he has the right to reveal his identity.
Arjun who has understood the code from Santi began to return Santi's smile before nodding his head.
"Because the prince has agreed then I will explain his true figure, Prince Arjun is one of the princes of the kingdom located in the east.
As we know the Emperor occupied many cities and kingdoms that want to join or ally to the Nuswantara Empire.
And Prince Arjun is the last son of King Amhurra, you could say he is the figure who will occupy the throne of the kingdom of Amhurra later".
Zidan was surprised and amazed by Arjun's background, until a slightly mischievous thought began to appear in his head.
"It's appropriate that the way he speaks is very different to a layman, oh yes if Arjun is a prince. So this Hoca who is he? Is he Prince Arjun's personal bodyguard".
Santi and the few people standing on the 3rd floor became silent, all eyes looking around as if they were looking for something.
"Hoca, where's the Sufi Hoca?".
Zidan did not know whether to be surprised or laugh, how could this person not be aware of the presence of Hoca standing right behind the sweet Devil.
