Prince Of Curse (Prince of Curse)

Episode 8: Personal Guard

After college, Dea stopped by one of the clothing stores. He will buy the clothes that the Prince deserves, instead of those creepy black robes.

Of the many options, Dea took a lot of black suits. Princes who are tired of black protest.

"Why are they all the same color? The color also seems good to me." point it at a long-sleeved, pink shirt.

Dea looked irritated, the tail of her eyes seemed to channel such a deep sense of annoyance. "You said you wanted to be with me, right? And I already called you a bodyguard. So it's very precise. And like bodyguards in general, their clothes will always be dark."

"Bodyguard what is..?" asked the Prince curiously.

"One who always looks after his employer."

"What...?!" the prince's eyes widened. "So I'm the same as your servant?"

"That kind of thing..." Dea nodded small while rolling her eyeballs.

"Can't..! It's fitting that your friend was so insolent earlier. Turns out he thinks I'm babu. Can't..!"

Dea pulled on the front of the prince's shirt, like a thug in the middle of a hammer. "This is the only way..!"

The prince furrowed his brows with a sharp look. "Why don't you just kill me? It's worse than death." she brushed Dea's hand away.

"Sir.., this one is all yes." Dea called the shopkeeper to make the payment.

"What's your name? I can't keep calling you, you, you..." Dea did not even remember a single letter from the prince's name.

"Vardhaman Dipta Tarangga Rakyan Shankara Gautama. Direct descendant of King La..."

"Created, I will call you Dipta from now on." cut Dea, the name is normal in this day and age, and easy to remember.

"No. You can't call a prince by his middle name. You should call by first name." The prince was very upset. Dea completely disrespected him as the crown prince.

"Vardharma...Vardapan...? Your first name is very old. After all, you're just a prince of old. Your royal days are no longer valid, so live in the times you are living now."

The prince grew even more annoyed as Dea lightly mentioned his ancient name. Especially when mentioning his kingdom with great disrespect.

"It's worse than death. Dewa.., please put me back in the painting until this crazy girl is ready to kill me." he muttered very resignedly.

Dea ignored that. He's already crazy. Why did he spend the damned man who would die in his hands?

"True.., if you object to my decision, go back to the painting and don't bother me..!"

The prince gave his sharp gaze. He considers Dea guilty of her coming out of the painting all of a sudden. Somehow this happened, when Dea's memory of reincarnation had not yet been recovered. Dea took him out of the painting too soon. It should have waited until Dea understood, what his dreams meant.

When the fierce gaze collided, Dea suddenly remembered one thing. "Wait.., so you've been living inside that painting all this time?"

"The painting was made by the queen mother, for me. Then he prayed to God, that the painting might give me the affection of a mother. The painting is hereditary and already outlined will be yours..."

"When did you live there?" Dea cut off the prince's explanation.

"Since I've been cursed." replied the Prince.

"So you've seen everything I've done in that room? I often take off my clothes there, do you see that too..?!" Dea probed sharply while crossing her arms around her chest.

The prince looked to be turning his face away. "I closed my eyes at the time."

Having a foreign curse, the prince could only gulp. "What did he say? I know he must have cursed me."

It turns out that the look of a cruel face and the look of the eyes of the eagle is not so scary in this era. Dea always returned her sharp gaze. In the past people were always afraid to look at him. Because Dea was destined to be born as a life-seeking angel for her. That's why the girl has no fear.

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As per Gala's request, today Dea came to the office. Though he is most anti with the smell of office tables. But how, he must force himself to meet hypocrites, for the sake of the continuation of his life.

The Board of Directors meeting was immediately held when Dea arrived there. He had already examined the two backgrounds belonging to the strongest candidates at the moment. It's too clean, and certainly suspicious.

"After a long thought, I suggest that you all sit in your own chairs. As the sole heir and largest shareholder, I will take over the chair of the President Director."

The mood was boisterous when Dea's speech was finished. They all struggled to get that position.

"But lady, you're still in college. Being a director has a big responsibility. That would mess up one of them." Said one of the candidates didn't accept. Dea has no experience in business. What can that smelly kid do.

"I know. And I will make Mr. Gala a secretary. Whatever needs my approval, tell him. He's gonna represent me until I finish college."

Gala showed no rejection. Indeed Dea still needed someone more expert.

The candidates seem to be inadmissive. "Who agreed with Miss Dea's words just now? Let's make a sound..."

"No need. It's an order, not an option. So there was no rejection." Dea insisted, he turned off the mic and immediately moved from the round table. The black glasses he put on, making the members of the Council increasingly smell the arrogance of the girl.

Gala followed Dea, waiting for him to march to the basement.

"The decision that Miss took just now is very risky. I'll find a bodyguard to protect Miss."

The evil people will be very dangerous. Moreover, Dea is just a stick of kara. Gala was afraid that something bad might happen to Dea.

"No, I already have." pointed Dea to the prince who was leaning on the car.

Gala's steps stopped paying attention to the man. His appearance now made much more sense than it did yesterday. His well-groomed hair adds to the blue-eyed man's complete appearance.

"Isn't he your driver?"

"The driver and bodyguard" Dea replied with a big smile.

"At least you need three people..."

"Have it been enough to tear down an island in one pat. Don't worry ..." whispered Dea then got in the car.

"Hey, why don't you open the door for Miss Dea?" gala protests. The man seemed to have no manners.

"He has his own hands." replied the Prince.

The prince got into the car. He drives a car with his magic power. Because he can't ride that thing.

"aahhh, you're really great" Dea was amazed. It turned out that there was no loss in also letting the strange creature beside him.

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