My beloved, the Princess
Ep. 01
A pair of 12 cm high heels echoed beautifully from the lobby to the nearest elevator. Jemari lentik the girl pressed the number 21 which was the purpose of her arrival that night.
Ting!
The elevator door opened. The attention-grabbing girl with the body wrapped in Backless Prom Dress entered the elevator carrying all her charms. However, shortly after the elevator door closed, the girl seemed to sigh and rested her bare back on the elevator wall.
His head was down, his blue eyes rolling down, seemingly empty and unlike ordinary days that looked strong and radiant. Closing her eyes, the girl clasped a blue crystal pendant that dangled beautifully around her neck and her mind began to drift into the past.
7 Years ago...
The Golden Emperor High School
The hustle and bustle of the morning that accompanies the footsteps is the sunshine that propagates the withering and the chirping of the kasmaran birds singing about the day.
The students one by one put their feet through what man calls the gate.
Amidst the group of people who are busy huddling for a moment they are made as if the time stops.3 pieces of luxury sedan cars latest output that year entered the school page with title number 1 in Indonesia.
A few seconds after the car was stopped, a female bodyguard emerged from the front passenger seat and headed for the second passenger door to open the door for her master. It appeared to be a girl with a strand of sun-colored hair with her slender but ideal body coming out entirely from within the iron insect.
He took his steps towards the large 5-story building in front of him with a female bodyguard and 6 other bodyguards trailing behind him.
The whispers matched his steps, his name was not even foreign to every person who had eyes and ears within that elite school.
“Hey, didn't he..” whispered one of the female students.
“Ssttt... What's wrong with your mouth?! What if he hears it? We can be finished!” sahut another friend, silenced his partner's lips.
“...”
“See him! So arrogant!” whispered another student.
“...”
“Why do rich people not seem to go to school abroad?!”
“...”
“Ayodhya, very beautiful as usual yes.”.
“Yes, if he could be just a little sweet. I bet he'll definitely get more friends.”
“What is a friend for? Just look around him has a lot that he can make toys.”
“Nona?”
The girl, known as Ayodhya, stopped the guard's words by raising her palm. “Do you want to embarrass me?!” said cold. The female bodyguard then lowered her head as an apology.
The superior class 2-A is where the British-Indonesian girl gained knowledge, entering her entire body the bodyguard was waiting in front of the classroom door.
Skip time's...
In the car, Ayodhya did not say so much until his return to the magnificent palace of the Radyakaya family.
Brak!
Ayodhya slammed the door of her room very hard. The mood was bad today. How not? The whole school treated him like a stranger to be respected and also seen as a truly special person.
Exhaling loudly, Ayodhya slammed her body on top of her King size mattress. Closing his eyes using his arms he then cried in silence. He really didn't want a very bad life like this - he thought. He wants to be normal by hanging out with his other friends. A normal life is not the son of an Indonesian President.
The next morning, as usual the Radyakaya family always keep their warmth by having breakfast together.
Ayodhya went down one by one and found that her whole family had gathered. “Good morning!” greet the waiters in the dining room. Ayodhya simply replied to him with a light nod of the head.
“What's your sleep good, dear?” Kinar asked attentively to his only daughter. Ayodhya again just nodded.
“Did anyone bother you at school?” now it was Rolland's turn Ayodhya's father who asked. No longer nodding, Ayodhya turned to shake his head. Rolland resumed his meal after getting answers to his questions.
“I'm leaving!” yell Ayodhya suddenly. He was surprised by his family members. Ayodhya did not even touch the tip of her finger.
“What's up?” roland asked a little worried about seeing his daughter not touching the dish that was clearly his favorite menu.
“I'm late.” reply Ayodhya cuek and hurry away from the dining room.
“Ekhem! Looks like I should also leave Uncle soon, Aunty.” Karin - Ayodhya's nephew and cousin also rose up and followed the Princess.
“Be careful on Karin road! Please keep Ayodhya for us!” kinar's message to Karin who was taking her bag from the servant's hand.
“Don't worry Aunt I will definitely take very good care of her. Bye!” and then Karin enters the car with Ayodhya.
Seriate...
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