Queen Ketiban Duren

Chapters 10. My little princess.

The queen stood near Akhtar leaning her body on the car. His eyes looked at the clear-looking sky strewn with stars.

"Sometimes we need to allow ourselves to cry in order to rediscover the power within. Even crying is not a sign of weakness. Precisely by crying, you can more easily control the situation you are experiencing," said Akhtar.

He looked towards the Queen. He knew that the woman's heart was not well. Although as strong as any woman will definitely feel pain when betrayed, what else is it with her own brother.

"You must understand very well that sometimes everything that happens in this life is so heavy and makes us hurt. We've been trying hard, but pretending to look okay when the problem is so severe is obviously torturous. If that's the case, sometimes all we need to do is allow ourselves to grieve, cry, or if we need to be angry."

"Cry, don't be ashamed. No one will hear or know. But you have to get everything out here. From tomorrow on no more tears, this is the last you cry for a man who doesn't necessarily appreciate you either."

The queen could not hold back her tears. Her cheeks were wet with tears. Akhtar brought the Queen into his breast embrace.

After ten minutes of crying on Akhtar's chest, the Queen finally realized that she was currently in the man's arms. The queen biting Akhtar's chest made the man scream in pain.

"You hungry ...?" asked Akhtar grimacing.

"I want to eat Om" said the Queen.

"I always look for opportunities. Why are you hugging me."

"You hugged me, don't accuse me haphazardly" Akhtar said.

"I want to go home."

"Come, I'll die with you for a long time. Hit me with a bag and shoes. Now I'm bitten. What's the son of who?"

"I'm Daddy's son. Watch out later I say Daddy," said the Queen.

"You are an adult, Queen. Be an adult, don't be spoiled continue with your Daddy."

"What if I'm spoiled with Daddy."

"Not always the old man can accompany you. So learn to be independent without your parents."

The queen pouted hearing Akhtar's words. But the Queen realized that what she said was true.

Akhtar runs a car slowly splitting the streets, driving the Queen to her house.

"Thank you for accompanying me."

"I'm always ready whenever you need. Don't call me again."

"Abraint. Om very perverted," said the Queen.

"Don't call me, Om. People will think I'm you. I am also 32 years old. Only eight years from you."

The queen went straight to the room, cleaned herself and slept. Daddy, who came home about eleven in the evening, went into the Queen's room. He fixed the bed of his daughter's blanket.

I love you so much, my daughter. I want to hug every second, want to kiss you every moment. There is no intention to go far from you. I don't know what feeling? Maybe that's what they call a baby. So fixed in the heart, every breath that blows from you

One day there will be someone who replaces the position of parents when the child is an adult. Someone who will take away his love and attention. It was no longer the old man he wanted to address. But someone who will spend the rest of his life with him.

I will miss your childhood. A time when you always held me when I was scared. A time when you always called my name when you needed a playmate. A time when you always call me when I'm hungry. A time when you always whine when you want something. I gladly offer you compassion and love for you my daughter. To me whenever you are my little princess.

Azril kissed the Queen's forehead, closing the door of her daughter's room. It is customary for the Queen to never lock the door.

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Mornings are like the typical days the Queen goes to the boutique after breakfast. Just now he was about to turn on the car engine, the sound of his phone ringing.

The Queen took from the bag and saw the name of the King. The Queen picked him up immediately before the King nagged later.

"Queen, please take the file on my desk in my room. You take it and give it to my co-workers."

"Who?"

"Akhtar ...."

"I don't want to. You're the one who delivered."

"Queen .. I need Akhtar's signature right now. If you don't want to drive him, I won't buy the latest branded bags."

"Om that's perverted."

"Akhtar is not the Queen's Oom-oom. Why do you still call him Om. Akhtar has helped you anyway, why don't you like him."

"He's a little perverted."

"What is the volume?" ask King.

"I don't know."

"Quick deliver that file. Tomorrow I give you what you want," said the King slightly begging.

"Yes, King. Really, really" grumbled the Queen.

He was forced to enter the house again and take the dossier in the King's room. The Queen was forced to go to Akhtar's house according to the address given by the King

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