Honor Behind the Stain

Happy Weekends

The bridal car whose front hood is tied with flowers, speeding towards a separate hotel with the hotel reserved for guests.

“Don't speed, Sir.  We just got married!” the Emperor said while swinging an eyebrow.

What does it have to do with the new marriage ban?  It seems like the contents of the Emperor's head have started to err.  

The driver nodded obediently while smiling knots.

“Sir, do you know why we look like newlyweds?  We were married once.”  The emperor was even cool to invite the driver to chat, ignoring Khanza who was sitting by his side.

“Yes is what a bride is called, sir.  It must have felt like a newlywed.  Even though the married are widows and widows who have long been unemployed.  Hehee..”.

The emperor smiled.  “We got married just as a status, sir.  We used to be like kids who couldn't keep the house.  We don't like each other.  And when we parted, it was only then that we realized that we needed each other.”

“Oooh...just know me.  Romance is like kasmaran.  This means that it is indeed a newlywed yes, sir?”

“Ya so.”

“Plis deh, stop talking about us to the driver.  I have been beaten since,” sahut Khanza while turning my face towards the window at his side.

Emperor chuckles.  Meksi he felt more free when he was with Khanza, but still there was a little awkwardness in him.

“Wah, cramming nih.”  The Emperor swathed Khanza's waist with his index finger.  Only responded with a glance by Khanza.

The car stopped in front of a hotel, not far from the hotel that was rented for a wedding.

The couple got off.

“Wah, open this seal.”

The whisper of the driver was only responded to with a round of eyes by the Emperor. The man stepped in the hallway of the hotel, where left and right were found the doors of the room, the ceiling lights gave the impression of pulling the corridor.

Slender. Somehow the hall was filled only by the Emperor and Khanza only. Where are the others? It was as if the atmosphere was supporting warmth for both of them.

"It's so complicated." Khanza was busy holding her long dress. Since then, he has been tired and tired.

"Are you sure you're helping me that way?" ask Khanza.

"Yes. The room's not far away." The emperor stepped back.

In the front hallway there, they saw an eye-catching sight. Looks like a hijab woman is carrying a one-year-old toddler. It was Jihan. They cross.

"Congratulations!" Jihan reviewed the smile.

Khanza instead returned a smile, but instead looked awkward. Don't know what to say. The past makes it wrong.

"Yes, thank you" replied the Emperor. "You're here?" 

"I've been staying since yesterday. Holiday work, take the kid on the street." Jihan looked at the gleaming boy in her sling. The boy's face did not look like him at all.

But what is called a child?

"Kids? That's your kid?" khanza asked.

"Yes. My son's. First son. Oh yeah, wanna come in? I'm in this room." Jihan pointed at the door of the room right near her. "My husband is inside."

Oh... It turns out that Jihan is married and has a child. Khanza just found out about this. The awkward feeling that had been enveloping him, somehow faded and disappeared just like that since knowing that Jihan already had a happy little family. Evidently, Jihan's body also looked a little more contained, not thin as before. 

"Other times," replied the Emperor. "I don't want to interrupt your vacation."

"Eh, reverse. Maybe even I'll interfere with your togetherness." Jihan glanced at Khanza.

The glimpsed raised eyebrows and grinned wide. Then he briefly stroked the cheeks of the little one to distract. "He's so funny."

"My son's face is very similar to his father's." Jihan looked at her son who was asleep on his shoulder. "I went out of the room to put him to sleep. Jihan looks very eager to pour out her happiness. "Khanza, you look so beautiful." Jihan looked at Khanza's face wrapped in hijab. There was no more veil on his face. "Yes already. I'm in. You can go on."

"Happy weekend." The Emperor continued his steps while toting the ends of the dress worn by Khanza. They stepped into the room located at the end of the corridor. 

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