My beloved, the Princess

Ep. 22

In the other side of the world, Dhea looked cloudy sad. He knew the reason Sabian lied.

"You might be able to control it. But, I'm the one who's gonna get his attention." Dhea was monologuing on herself. Squeezing that innocent cell phone with a face full of hate.

Hix, Hix, Hicks.

A sobbing turned Dhea's attention towards the little red-haired young man in the corner of the room. He approached the boy, then looked down at the tear-filled face.

"Did you miss your mom?" Ask with a soft look.

The little boy nodded many times. "I'll take you to him." Dhea. His hand wiped away the trace of tears on the boy's cheek.

"But.." Dhea hung up her words. The handsome boy just shakes his head. "...make your mama leave Sabian!"

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Meanwhile in the restaurant, Ayodhya and Sabian solemnly ate their food. There is no interlude to the conversation considering the two do not say much to each other.

Drrttt Drrttt~

Ayodhya's phone rang once. The owner hurriedly wiped his lips and immediately lifted him up.

"Hello, Honey." Sapanya was happy. Contrary to Sabian's shriveled face who heard Ayodhya calling her interlocutor sweetly. He was not called sweet like that.

"Mama, I did what you told me to do." Someone's across the phone.

Ayodhya smiled proudly. "Is he suspicious?" Ask again.

The young man shakes across there. "No, Aunt Dhea doesn't know." Evidently.

"Yes, Ma. Ma, yes it was. I'm going to pretend again."

"Alright, take good care of yourself Alvin. I love you!"

The phone connection was cut off after Alvin, Ayodhya's son replied to her speech. After that Ayodhya almost laughed when she took her face away from her phone.

Because now he was treated to a slick scene where Sabian's face looked like a bull that was ready to go berserk.

"What's wrong with your face?" Ask without sin. Put the dessert back in your mouth.

Sabian snorted, trying to neutralize his dusty breath as it muffled the anger. "Who's Alvin!?" Cold asked.

Ayodhya drank her champagne elegantly. "Are you jealous?" His ejek.

Sabian squeals. "you're mine Ay! Don't ever dream of having another man besides me!" He said confidently.

"What are your advantages besides the son of the Kusumawidjaja family? I used to hear rumors that you were no better than Satria's brother. I'm a blue-blooded noble. How could my father match me to a common man like you." Ayodhya said without burden, as if his speech was as light as cotton which could not hurt his audience.

Sabian smiled slantedly, this girl in front of him is really no ordinary noble girl. The arrogant attitude covered with the charisma of a princess that makes Ayodhya look elegant and pure even though his lips are as sharp as a sword.

Makes a man seem to have to fall repeatedly with the wild charm of those spicy lips. Sabian really felt challenged, to what extent the noble title that Ayodhya was always proud of could control a Kusumawidjaja like him. Not an interesting story to miss.

"I'm going to the toilet for a minute." His interest in Sabian who is still struggling with his thoughts.

Sabian only glanced at him in response. He was still sane enough not to ignore the girl, because if he did what the girl wanted. That means he's the loser. Although a little cocky because Ayodhya was caught cheating on her, she will repay him in her own way one day.

"Huh! Relax, Sabian!" His words encouraged himself.

Seriate...