The Queen Who Was Born

You, who?

With her tiny, slender body making her footsteps light, she ran so fast that it caused her knees to break. Nala looked back, already very far from where she had last woken up. His cheeks were already very red due to the heat from within his body. He decided to stop running and lay his body on the grass that felt like a hairy carpet. Wiping the sweat that flooded his temple and set his breath back to normal.

"Need a place to rest, Miss?" A heavy and soft sounding voice resounded so loudly as if it could be heard all over the meadow. Nala sat down and she began to get more frightened, her hair bristled while in her heart did not stop guessing.

"W-who?" asked Nala in a soft and trembling voice.

"Wait when I pick you up, in a minute." Out of fear, Nala stood up. He ran back though his legs were shaking.

Night was almost here, and Nala was still there. He really didn't know the way out, nor how he got back home. While walking, he encountered a small stream and a hut opposite it. Amidst the increasingly cold air, he felt that there was no other choice, other than to stop by the hut for shelter.

Nala peeked out from behind the window. There's no one. He went in and looked around the hut. Just an old hut that looked normal, there was a rattan table that was wide enough to just lay down a body. In one go, Nala felt her body was very tired from running and felt scared all day. He then went up to the table and laid down his body, looking at the window that was not covered by the curtain. The day was getting darker, and even tonight Nala only relied on moonlight to illuminate it and minimize fear. Will he be stuck here all the time? by himself?

Continuing to think about it, unconsciously soft snoring began to sound, his breathing which was originally irregular because of nervousness and fear, was now calmer and more regular. Nala's asleep. A few minutes later after she fell asleep, the sound of her slow feet approached her.

"Nale ...."

"Nale ...."

"Nlade!" The shout made Nala shocked and instantly woke up from her sleep. And more and more surprised as he looked around, this ...he had returned to his house.so, since those two were really just dreaming? it was completely dark outside, which meant that he had been asleep all day. Nala looked back and looked at Andaru who already looked very angry.

"K-sister An—"

"Look! the lights aren't on! curtains are not closed! there is no cooking! Husband work, you even feel good to sleep! The house is messy and uncluttered! Maid is better than wife!"

Nala just lowered her head to hear Andaru's clasping which continued to lay down on her. This time he was indeed guilty of being too late to be unconscious to have been asleep all day. "M-sorry."

Andaru threw out Nala's hand and passed away going outside. Nala who saw that directly approached Andaru and held him back. "Sister, where are you going? Nala cook, huh? Brother at home."

Andaru squinted his eyes then screeched. "Shut up!" The man really did not care even though Nala's eyes were already glazed over, Andaru released Nala's hand grip on her arm and quickly walked out and drove her car away from the house.

Nala dropped herself, she sat down. In the darkness of that night, she was left alone by her husband. I wanted to cry, but was reluctant. Lamenting her sadness for a while, Nala got up and walked towards the door to close it, turning on the light switch after which it passed towards the kitchen. This time Nala could not completely blame Andaru's exaggerated attitude. Looking around the house that is still dusty because when purchased only once, it was cleaned, it was about two weeks before their wedding day, there was no food in the refrigerator either. No wonder her husband was so tired. However, as a wife Nala did not even welcome his arrival. A contract marriage is no excuse for Nala to give up her obligations, is it? She's still a wife.

Nala sighed, if it was like this ... How could her husband have come back? Since there was nothing to cook, Nala onto took a broom and started cleaning the entire house. The house in Andaru is quite large, modern European-style three floors, with the third floor is a rooptof, like a place to relax and a barbeque place. It would be very tired to clean it yourself, and it was impossible for Nala to clean up the entire house by herself in one night. Therefore, Nala will start from Andaru's room. For today alone, it is better to forget the sadness of her husband's attitude. Hopefully with this, it can minimize Andaru's anger at him.

Nala arrived at the room that Andaru occupied, the room that should be the place of the two of them, not just Andaru. Looking around, everything seemed neat and orderly, not much different from the first time Nala entered this room the other day. Nala approached the walk in closet and began swinging her broom to clean the dust that was there, because her room was already neat Nala just swept it and mopped the floor only. Fifteen minutes later the floor was cleaner, Nala smiled and swept away the dust that had accumulated outside the room and put it in the trash.

Nala had been cleaning the house for hours and she managed to clean the entire first floor and kitchen. There are still a few more spots, but his body is very tired. He looked at the clockwork showing four o'clock in the morning, cleaning a house this big, plus not being cleaned for a few weeks, it is certain that it will take a long time. It was almost morning, if he slept, he was worried that it would be difficult to wake up again and make Andaru even more angry with him. He better take a shower to refresh himself.

After the shower, the clock shows at five. Nala went to the kitchen and made a warm tea for herself. Thinking of Andaru, she only realized that her husband really did not come home all night.