Not the Riding Prince

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"Saving too long makes me feel hungry." I muttered. Who would have thought Jun heard what I said.

"We'll eat after you're ready."

"President," I said approaching, as he was wearing a watch in front of the mirror. "Are your ears so sensitive? can even hear me muttering with myself." He laughed wryly. Re-tidy her hair. Then stand firm when he may feel he has appeared perfect.

He's facing towards me. "Learn your voice notation. Mumbled but like someone making an announcement."

"Is my voice that loud?" I hold my own mouth. The president pulled my hand and .. cup! he kissed my lips.

"I'm waiting for you in the lobby" he shouted as he opened the door. And I'm still sculpting.

"Why does he always make my heart ask for early retirement? Jeezoo! sucks really. Ck!

As usual, I don't understand the business of clothes, make-up, and whatever it is about fashion in the dress of my three personal assistants. Three assistants with their own functions. After everything felt ready, I got off at the follow-up of my three assistants. Meet Jun who's been waiting in the hotel lobby.

"Prsdir, isn't this excessive?" I asked, she's still staring at me. I hit her stomach slowly. "President!" I jerked a little.

"Yes! what's up?"

"I feel uncomfortable, it's too open. People were staring at me."

"That's because you're beautiful."

"What?"

Jun looks nervous. "Here you go, let's go in." he grabbed us and we got in the car. His hands are protecting my head.

"Are you very hungry?"

"Lumayan."

"We're going to the office for a while, there's a sudden business. After that we eat, how?"

"Can we buy a snack? I'm so hungry."

"Well, we'll order some food and just eat at the office."

I just nodded. I think his job is waiting. All right, I'll wait even if the stomach hurts.

Along the way, Jun focused on his laptop. He seemed so worried. Could something happen? I was silent, not bothering.

"Oh, yes. I have something for you." He gave me a box with a red ribbon.

"What's this?" I accepted and opened it. I was open with perfectly round eyes. A foldable phone, which I've only seen in brochures. Now, I have it.

"I want to give you more than this, but it won't be suitable for you who are careless and forgetful."

"Thank you." I hugged his hand cheerfully. It's not even more than enough for me. Oh, my God, this isn't a dream.

Jun stroked my hair gently. Then he focused on his laptop. "Brain it yourself. My number is already there. If there's anything you can call right away."

"Good, President.

"Can't you call the president again?"

"No. I like it."

"Hm! do as you please."

I'm fiddling with a new phone. Unaware our journey had reached our destination.

"Come, get off." He extended his hand to me.

We walked a little fast. He seems to be in a hurry. I was wearing shoes with high-heeled-in my opinion, once the hassles balanced his pace.

"Why?" she asked. Did he realize that I had trouble keeping pace? "Take off." he ruled, taking off his shoes. "Wear this." in my shoes. Considering that he was waiting for work, I immediately put on his shoes. Grandiosity, hiks.

We arrived at his room. My bodyguard and assistant are waiting outside. I immediately took off his shoes. And chose to bare feet. After all this in her room, only me and Jun were here.

"When the food comes soon, someone will bring it here."

"Yes, I understand."

"I have an important meeting. Wait here, I'll be right back, and we'll go eat."

"Yes. You take it easy, President."

Jun immediately left with a few maps in his hands. How long time there are people coming in. A beautiful woman with a tray in her hand.

"What's that?" my many. "Do you provide drinks for the President?"

"Yes. Why?" ask him in a mocking tone. Holy hooch! no manners at all.

"I'll taste it first."

"No. I prepared this for the President, not for cleaning service like you."

"What did you say?"

"Everyone here knows, you were just married pretending to the president. Your degrees remain the same in our eyes."

"YOU I FIRED!" Shouted Jun. It turns out he's in this room. Why don't I realize when he's coming in?

"Pres-presdir, I ask ma–."

"out! who put this woman in my pantry? Mia!" Jun called his secretary.

"Yes, President."

"Now, you get rid of this woman."

"good. Come on!" Mia pulled the woman's hand. And shut the door tight.

"You! you shouldn't just shut up when something lowers your self-esteem."

"Why? he said according to the facts. The truth is we just married a contract, and I? I still have cleaning service in this office. You'd forgotten? my contract is still in effect."

Jun walked towards the table. He took the phone. "Take the Kinanti file and the contract to my office" he said, with eyes still staring at me. Redder.

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"Lake in."

"Sorry, President. This is the file you requested."

Without looking again, Jun immediately tore up the file containing my labor contract.

"You! it's not an employee here anymore. Mia."

"Yes, President."

"Gather all the section chiefs in the main hall."

"Good."

"Follow." The president pulled my hand. We walked in the main hall located on the third floor. A large hall used for office events. Like: celebration party, open together during the month of Ramadan, natalan, or family gathering.

"She," pointed at me. "It's my wife. My legal wife in the eyes of country and religion. My family knows and accepts his presence. Then, who are you to dare to oppose this reality?" the atmosphere was quiet, rather we were all tense.

"If only one of you insulted my wife, I would not hesitate to wipe you off the face of the earth. Understood?"

"Faham, President." everyone compactly replied.

"Come, we're back." He pulled my arm back. His steps suddenly stopped.

"Why, President?" ask Mia. Jun stared down-to my feet-who was not cursing at the footwear. Without further ado, he lifted my body in front of everyone. She's carrying me. Geez, why is he so happy to treat me like this? Embarrassed.

"Let me down, there's no one here." I whispered while in the elevator. He's unmoved. Not even looking. Obstinately.

Jun lowered my body as we were already in his room.

"Food has come, eat."

I looked towards the table. There are a variety of cookies and cakes present there. Only, my appetite has slightly disappeared.

"Why?"

"Suddenly not hungry."

"That woman. The insolent! dare he insult my wife. I'll teach you a lesson for daring to make you lose your appetite."

"No. Not him, President."

"Then?"

"President, are you really going to eliminate someone who has insulted me?"

"Yes!"

"Really, I'm fine. No need to overdo it like that."

"I don't like it when someone insults whatever's mine." I fell silent as he spoke with a mouth that shook with anger.

"President, don't do this. I–"

"Are you scared? you haven't even seen any side of my life."

The deg!

I'm really freaked out. He who was kind and sweet to me, was he someone so cruel?

I tried to calm down and walked towards the table. Take one cookie and try to put it in your mouth. My hands are still shaking. I set my breath there could be calmer. It hard.

"Sorry." she hugged me from behind. "sorry because you have to see all this? don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

"I want to go. Can I go without you? please."

"Alright, there's a job I can't leave. Take the driver with you."

I took off his embrace. Get out without bringing anything.

"Don't follow me." I ordered the assistant and the bodyguard to follow.

In the car, I was crying. It felt so crowded when he was in that company with her. I was doubting the decision I made. Is it true what I saw? is he really going to kill everyone who hurt me?

"Why? is he really like this?"

"Miss, where are we going?" I look around. Now, we're near where I used to live.

"Stop in front of that alley, sir."

"Good, Miss." The car stopped too. I stared straight at the narrow alley where I used to live. Seeing it was like looking at a thorny abyss. It's just, somehow I want to go down and see him there.

I opened the car door, got down and walked slowly. My steps came to a halt when I saw someone so familiar, sitting in a coffee shop beside the alley.

These footsteps changed direction. Strong instincts led me to approach the man.

"Sir?"

Men with gray hair everywhere. His face looks wrinkled. His skin is directly attached to the skin. The clothes she was wearing seemed to descend next to her hand-looseness part.

He looked at me full of probes. ah! I forgot that I was different now.

"Sir. I'm Kinanti, father. It's me, sir." I cried. The man stood up and still looked at me. I'd love to hold it. No matter how bad he is, he's still my parents. I love him. What's more at the moment, he's so attentive, inversely proportional to me. ah, Father. Forgive your son.

Plaque!

A hard slap landed on my cheek. Bemoan.

"Life is good, huh? not to be the same father himself. Disgusted son!" he pushed my body to the ground. The driver approached to hit me.

"Don't! he's my parents. Get back in the car."

"But, Madam."

"I said back."

"Good."

"Well! even you have a personal driver apparently. You're a brash!" Dad kicked me. Right on the chin. "Gue here is miserable. I have to eat out of the trash! in order to cover the hungry, the cave must also nyopet. Elu's? you live well, your clothes are nice and neat. While me? I have been wearing clothes for months and have not changed. Nyaho!" He kept cursing and beating and kicking my body.

I cower. Protecting the head by hand. Crying really. Not because of the pain of my father's treatment. I cried bitterly to complain Father. What kind of child am I?

"Enough, Sir. Sick." I whimper. Begging you to stop the blow. People just look at it without helping. Those who know who you are seem to be afraid to deal with it.

"I'll give you money. Whatever you ask. Please, stop." With the word 'money', you shut up.

With pain all over the body. I'm trying to get up. I don't mind this expensive outfit getting dirty and even ripped.

I managed to stand up even with a trembling state. Perih, linu, heat, pain, all felt at the same time.

"Come, come with me, sir."

With a step taken, I walked towards the car. Holy hooch! what am I supposed to give you? money I didn't bring. The bag I brought was just a decoration.

"Good is your car too! so simple is Lu's office?"

"No, Sir. Wait a minute, I'll get you the money." I got in the car. And ask for a loan of money to the driver.

"This, Sir. Money for the Father." I gave the money to my father. After being counted, I was angry again.

"Brazed kid! your car's good, but you just give me a million dollars? where enough!"

"I forgot to bring money, sir. I'll give you more later. For now, this is all."

"Awas you if you're lying. Hahaha good enough, can play tonight," he said.

"Sir, please do not use the money gambling. Use this money for your daily needs." I explained by holding your hand.

"What the hell are you?" He pushed back my body. Until I fell to the ground.

I cried, I saw you leave. He laughed because he could gamble again.

Why does my life have to be this miserable? will I never feel happy living? I want to live like a normal person.

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