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17. Exercises

"Heh, you ugly mister!" yelling Uci made both eyes of Sumbawa and Sandigo rounded in shock.

They gulped in fear then turned to look at Praja who stopped her steps ahead.

Praja's move stopped. His breath in his chest seemed to be restrained. He moved his head to look at 90 degrees with both eyes glancing at Uci very sharply like the eyes of an eagle looking at its prey.

Praja turned her back to look at the girl before her looking to support her waist exactly like a child who was challenging an opponent.

Does this girl realize who Deghan is facing?

"What did you say?" asked Praja with a tone of voice that was so terrible to make my hair Sandigo creeps.

"It's true you're ugly. You're ugly, bweeee!!!"

Uci stuck out his tongue, mocking as if Praja was a child.

"Basic witch," annoyed Praja who stepped intending to approach Uci however, quickly Sumbawa ran and held Praja to stop for a step.

"King!"

"Go away, Opah!"

"The king listen to Opah!"

"Keep Opah!"

Sumbawa ignored Praja's orders. He tried to get close to Uci who stuck his tongue out there making Praja even more upset but, with all his might he pulled Praja's hand.

"King! Opah please! She's just a little girl who doesn't understand anything."

"Don't understand what Opah means? Didn't Opah hear what he just said! He said I was ugly."

Opah closed her eyes tightly, touching her dizzy forehead.

"Ah, King! Don't listen to him! You're Opah's granddaughter, so don't think about the girl!" whispered.

"But the girl"

Sumbawa pushed Praja's chest slowly trying to hold her grandson.

"Calm down and don't think about the girl. He's even 17."

Praja's body movements that are still forcing to escape are stopped. Both of his eyes glanced at Sumbawa who was so seriously looking at him.

"W-what?"

Sumbawa breathed. He scratched his non-itchy head.

"Well, I mean one more month the girl's 17."

Both of Praja's lips opened unexpectedly. Staring at Sumbawa in disbelief. He turned his head to look at the girl who was still mocking him there while Sandigo shook his head while moving his hand trying to forbid Uci to do anything disrespectful.

"What's? Opah-"

Praja stopped the speech. He rubbed his hair as if he could not think of this

"Opah betrothed me to a little boy?"

Sumbawa answered nothing. Even if he was afraid to do it.

Praja opened her lips intending to protest but, it felt like she could no longer speak.

Praja poked her lips in annoyance. He took a deep breath while closing his eyes.

"King! Opah please excuse me!"

Praja opened her eyes and nodded.

"Good! I will still accept this match, but keep this girl away from me!" Show it and then walk to the elevator door.

Sumbawa rubbed her face that had been sweating since. Sumbawa took a deep breath and stepped up and sat down on the sofa. He looked at Uci for a moment and then sighed again.

"Sir!"

Sumbawa quickly turned to look at the girl who looked sullen while touching her stomach.

"What's wrong?"

"Hungry kiss."

"Sandigos! Take care of this baby!"

"Good sir."

A minute later Sandigo was at the dinner table. He propped up his chin staring at the girl before him so greedily. The girl who remains beautiful even though she eats messily.

"Sandigo!"

Both Sandigo's eyes blinked. He did not expect that this childish girl had just mentioned her name.

"Who's that angry guy?"

Sandigo laughed a little.

"He's Mr. Praja."

"King?"

"Em, yes but you should call him Mr. Praja, sir!"

Uci nodded.

"Master Praja?"

"Well, great. You're a smart girl."

"And Mr. Praja is a foolish man, hahaha."

Sandigo's smile disappeared from his lips. He quickly looked in all directions. Hopefully Mr. Praja is not here if until the Master is here then obviously the Master is back angry exactly like before.

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Sumbawa put the white paper on the table to make Praja glance at the writing listed there. Praja turned to look at Sumbawa who was looking at him so seriously.

"Opah told me to come to Opah's room just for this paper?"

"King! This paper is not ordinary paper I mean its contents are unusual. That's the marriage contract you're gonna say tomorrow."

Praja raised the paper and looked at it coldly. A piece of writing that he thought was not too long.

"Tomorrow I want you to be able to pronounce the marriage contract well."

"Just calm! I've spoken in public billions of times. Short sentences like this won't be a problem for me"

"Well, I trust you, son. It's just that I've come so far to see that anyone as good as anything in talking will still feel nervous if saying the marriage contract."

"Even if it's not long but still it's difficult and Opah hopes you want to learn and practice."

Praja took a deep breath and then nodded. This is all Praja can do if not then the Opposition will stop at nothing to speak.

"Well, okay. I'll go back to the room."

Praja got up from the sofa and stepped out of the room leaving a smiling Sumbawa. Sumbawa knew that this was a very hard thing for Praja. Marrying a girl he had never known in his life was the hardest thing to accept.

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Praja close her head to void, both her eyes staring at the ceiling of her room. Is it difficult that the sentence of marriage contract until the Opposition must warn him for training. Praja closed her eyes and soon opened them again.

He got up from the bed and rubbed his hair that still looks neat. His soul is not lost even though he is wearing sleeping clothes.

He stepped towards his desk, grabbed the paper his Opposition gave him and looked at him seriously. He sat leaning on the side of the table staring at every piece of writing there.

Praja stepped back towards her bed and laid her body back down. He looked at the paper once more and placed it on his chest.

Praja breathed a long breath. This time Praja will not know what his fate is if he has married the girl later.

"Hah, I even felt dizzy after thinking about the girl."

"The girl is like a child and I don't like children."

"She's a noisy girl and I don't like people who talk a lot."

"Witch girl. He was home for a day but he broke the vase in my private room."

Praja touched his forehead and rubbed it slowly. Hopefully after the wedding it's not a bad start for him. Well, I hope so.