The Owner

Chapter 28

Prince Lingga came to the palace Muria, after attending an exclusive meeting, Princess Arimbi suddenly asked him to take her home, but Arimbi could have asked others to deliver her, but he chose to wait for Lingga.

"Mother wishes you'd stopped by for a moment." Arimbi said with a sweet smile.

Because it does not want to be considered impolite Lingga entered the palace Muria.

Princess Arimbi's mother was surprised to see Arimbi walking into the palace. He immediately called for Prince Lingga to join.

"Come here. Prince, Aunt misses."

Prince Lingga could not refuse his Aunt's offer. Arimbi joined them.

"How are you, Prince?" the pleasantries were responded to with a smile and a short answer by Lingga.

The small talk suddenly became heavy.

"If Princess Acalapati does not conceive within four months, you can still choose another senior wife." Arimbi's mother glanced at her daughter.

"Are you not close? You look very compatible." he said again began to promote Arimbi.

"Prince, a year is not a short time for the people, should the news of the future successor already exist, We know very well the circumstances, but what about the community? You can still go back to choosing a better woman, and certainly a believer."

Everyone thought that if Lingga would not touch his beautiful non-Muslim wife no matter how beautiful the woman was their marriage was a political charade.

"Many do not like if the successor to the Jaguar kingdom was born from a bar-bar woman. Aunty must also agree to that assumption." The provocation continues to be whispered by Ms. Arimbi.

"Auntie, we're working on getting the successor to the Jaguar kingdom to come soon. Please pray." Maida Ibu Arimbi immediately silenced could not speak to hear the speech of Prince Lingga.

But in his heart he still believed that what Lingga said was the man's attempt to save their marriage name.

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Prince Lingga had just arrived at the Jaguar palace upon hearing the news from Restu.

Everything is smooth and Lingga has ordered what tomorrow must be done by Restu.

"Did she not act today?" Ask Prince Lingga.

Restu immediately understood 'he' meant Prince Lingga was Princess Acalapati.

"Today I heard the Princess went to the palace kitchen to cook, The kitchen chef said the Princess's hand was hit by embers when she wanted to make the food she wanted, so the Princess was not long in the kitchen." it was clearly Restu who made Lingga pensive.

"What's bad?"

"Sorry Prince, Princess Acalapati does not want to see anyone, and seeing Zur who always accompanied him I think not too bad."

In the heart of Prince Lingga clucked upset, careless to go to the kitchen area, as a child alone wayang course Mr. Aryan bestows everything, where maybe a spoiled princess like Acalapati can cook. The phallus thought that maybe the burn was nothing, or maybe it was very small only exposed to heat instead of actual coals.

"Thank you, you can rest."

Restu bowed for a while and resigned himself.

Prince Lingga stepped into his wife's room, when at the door he met Zur.

"What about the wound?" ask Prince Lingga directly.

"Sorry Prince, Princess Acalapati doesn't want me to see her wound." Zur's answer made Prince Lingga's day even more relieved.

Princess Acalapati was staring at the window wistfully as Prince Lingga entered the room.

The phallus immediately took a bath to remove the sweat that was stuck in his body. Thirty minutes later Lingga came out of the bathroom cubicle, both still silent, but the phallus found his clothes already on the bed.

Lingga glanced at his indifferent wife, but it turned out that the woman was willing to prepare her needs.

Actually, Acalapati also did not know why he even wanted to prepare the man's clothes, but previously he wanted to be angry when he knew some of his closet was filled by the man's clothes. But what happened was the opposite.

When he saw Lingga enter the bathroom, he seemed to have got a glimpse of a woman who was preparing clothes for men who lived in the house. Not sure what flash,? but he felt he had done something like that.

Linga was already wearing clothes that were prepared by Acalapati when she saw Acalapati keeping her right hand behind her back

"I heard your hand hurt?" Ask her later, when she landed her ass on the bed.

"Yes, and because of this I can't go out tonight, plus now you're staying in this room. You suck." The answer that Acalapati wanted to give to Lingga, unfortunately he did not say.

Instead of replying, Acalapati inched back, further hiding her hand.

The phallus narrowed both his eyes.

The phallus thinks the fingers must have been a little wound. It might have been only a centimeter, but the woman had already acted as if her thumb had disappeared into hiding like that.

Linga takes a breath. He also did not willing if the fingers lentik and reddish white until blistering.

"Sit here," Lingga patted the lip of the bed. "Let me see" said Lingga, trying to grab the right hand that Acalapati hid behind his back.

"It's okay, it's just red." Acalapati ngeles and still insists on hiding her hand.

"I want to see." The phallus had knelt before Acalapati to look at his wife's fingers.

"Discover! It's an order." The phallus remains more dominant.

The phallus looked up to see the stubborn woman.

The phallus clucked and forcefully pulled the hand of Acalapati and at that time Acalapati immediately strangled restrained.

Linga clenched to see the cloth wrapped around the white palm, she anxiously loosened the winding of the cloth with a rumbling heart, she prayed it was just a small wound.

While Acalapati was enduring extreme pain, the Linga jolt was too sudden which left her injured hand as it was on the skin. In her pain she bit her lips hard. But unexpectedly his tears even fell down on the hands of the phallus.

Doble shocked for Lingga. How not to look up to find his wife crying, looking down at the severe burns.The back of his hand looks moist, the middle is black and the edges of the wound are white.

"What the fuck?"

Acalapati was shocked to see Lingga's reaction, her heart pounding from the man's screams. Linga immediately stood up and ruffled waist.

"Servant!!!" This time the cry of the phallus was no less loud.

Zur appeared in a hurry.

"Yes, Prince!"

The anger of Prince Lingga was so obvious that Zur secretly felt fear. Allegedly Acalapati already made this man offended.

"You're assigned to look after my wife, aren't you? Why would my wife get hurt that badly? What good are tens or even hundreds of servants if preparing food for my wife just isn't good?"

Zur shocked. Even more shocked, Acalapati who heard Lingga several times emphasized him as a wife.