The Ruler's Love Contract

Cornered

"He's too greedy." My husband finally nodded.

Don't know why, I'm a little amused to hear it. They seem serious, but I find them funny. I think only women like to talk about other people. But it turns out men are like that too. I just realized we're actually the same. Both women and men, if there is something he does not like it will be evaporated into the conversation. But the difference this Nick does seems to have been very outrageous. It's just his handsome face.

"You've prepared the materials to speak to the USA embassy, Rain?" ask Owdie while turning the steering wheel to the left.

"Yes, already. I filled my battery last night. More ready today. Isn't that sweetie?" Suddenly my husband said that.

Ih, this is it. What does it mean to charge the battery. Fuck up!

"Haha." Owdie laughing. It seems like he is amused at the look on my shocked face. "You are the couple that I envy. I wish I could find a girl like Ara." Whether joking or not, Owdie says it.

"You're messing around in Indonesia. There must be a lot of girls like him. But if it's in the Middle East, it'll be another story. Depends on how you taste." Rain looked at me from the side. I don't know what that means.

"Hm, yeah. I think ... would like to catch up with you. But I'm unemployed now. Do you want a female family to accept an unemployed son-in-law?" ask Owdie to my husband.

It seems Owdie has been wanting to take care of his life. Evidently with him who has been thinking of giving up his single period. Although it was just a topic of conversation while on the way, I was able to capture the great desire from his heart. May God give his best. Despite all the shortcomings. Yes, I also hope that God will grant us children who have noble character and are also humble. I hope the universe will bless.

Arriving at the Turkish presidential palace...

The big building is glazed majestically at the end there. A very large page spoils the eyes. The shower in the middle seems to be an icon in this palace. I can't believe the Turkish Presidential Palace is so big. Even more than the presidential palace in my country. Large, magnificent and also luxurious. Turkish flags were flying along the road to the palace.

This afternoon the weather began to light, unlike this morning a dim and timid cat. I also started to feel a little hot when I was going to walk from the parking lot to the palace. It turned out that our arrival had been awaited by some people at the end there.

We were escorted to the presidential palace by the guard soldiers. My husband said, Turkey respects its guests with a satisfying banquet. From his arrival to his return. But, even though this is in the presidential palace area, I haven't seen the president yet. Maybe the Turkish president has his own schedule that cannot be interfered with. So today just make an appointment here.

The palace is vast. There may be two or three football fields.

Before I got here, Rain asked me to act like I did in Agartha. Graceful, polite, and elegant. Of course, it is not foreign to me. Long enough to be in Agartha, it turns out to have wisdom too. I became more able to position myself as a guest of honor that upholds the value of politeness. I also feel happy to be able to come here, to the Turkish Presidential palace.

My husband's phone is ringing. "Hello?" He immediately picked up his phone. "Oh, okay. To the first building." My husband agreed to his phone call, and soon the phone was cut off.

Who called ya? What is a Turkish official?

"We're being asked to go straight to the first building, Rain?" ask Owdie to my husband. He walked on the left side of the rain.

"Yes. In the first building is waiting for the embassy and also the Deputy Minister of Mines. Looks like we can't see the minister in person." Husband stated.

Husband nodded. I continued to walk with him to the building on the left side of the Turkish Presidential Palace. On the right side we saw armed soldiers delivering. We are like guests of honor.

Lunch with USA Ambassador and Turkish Deputy Minister of Mines...

Red candles are lit as a dining table decoration covered with a large tablecloth. Batik carvings also surround along the side of the taplaknya. It seems like a fancy lunch is about to begin.

I was sitting in the middle of Owdie and my husband. We are dealing with two big guys in the government field. One man in a white suit from the USA, and one man in a black suit from Turkey. Both were waiting for the appetizer.

The fork spoon has been arranged in such a way. A feeding napkin was placed beside him. The servants of the palace began to arrive with appetizers. They wear polite and long clothes. It looks like a Turkish flight attendant.

"Please Mr, Miss."

The appetizer has been served. I also saw what the palace gave us. It turns out that fruit salad is tempting taste. But strangely there are no dates here. I thought I'd see dates again.

"Thank you." I answered him while smiling.

The two men before me seemed silent as if they were struggling. The man in the black suit then started picking up his spoon. He smiled at us as a guest of honor then said, "Come, please." At that time my husband and Owdie took the spoon.

Oh, so this is how we eat with government officials?

I myself seem to be a witness to a meeting of important people here. Before long I heard the USA Embassy cleared its throat like it wanted to start the conversation. The man in black seemed to understand if the conversation wanted to start soon. He then greeted my husband.

"It's been a long time that Mr. Rain has not come to Turkey. I heard the oil drilling ship you were handling blew up. How can it be like that?" tanyakanya.

The man in black asked my husband. The question is like wanting to corner the performance of the organization. I don't know, maybe it's just my feeling.

"I'm just a worker who has a limit in the ability to supervise, Mr. Pasha. Thank goodness the accident didn't cause any casualties." Husband responded.

The man in black was named Pasha. Either his real name or his nickname. I see the USA Embassy seems less appetizing to continue eating. Perhaps he was a little offended by the remark of the man in black who was none other than the Deputy Minister of Mines of Turkey.

"I never expected an Empire Earth class to be able to have an accident like this. The news even met the headlines in the Middle East. Is the organization under high pressure from the U. S. government?" ask the man in black.

Rebashing those words was like completely cornering the USA. I can only swallow when I hear it. Turns out talks in government can be as smooth and deadly as this. I think I have to learn a lot more about the state. Sometimes you can get a chance to be in the world of government.