Free Princess: Nuance Of Love Book 1 by Evida Suntoyo

now was
to talk to her. Much less if it involves Paramita He hasn’t decided
yet on how he should tell Dewi about his arranged
marriage
    “My love, I’m heading out now, I have
an appointment at seven, and I’ll call you back later when I get
home!”
    “Where are you going? Can you stop by
my house later?”
    “I don’t think that’s a good
idea.”
    “What do you mean by that?”
    “Not today, my love. I’m going to
...”He hesitated for a while but continued’ “I’m going to talk to
Puteri Paramita.”
    “Why do you need to talk to her?”
Dewi’s voice was getting higher, “I told you I’m not afraid of
her.”
    “Dewi, it’s not that simple.” He tried
coaxing her.
    “Abang…”her voice sounded upset, “I
don’t want you to go near her. I don’t want you to meet
her.”
    “Dewi, we’ll talk later, okay? I’m
running late, bye” He hung up without waiting for her
response.
    The phone rang again as he walked out,
he chose to ignore it. Getting into an argument with Dewi isn’t
something that he has the energy to face now.

Chapter Seven

    Paramita arrived at the palace still
feeling annoyed. She walked straight into her room, ignoring the
staff’s greetings, put on her sweat pants without changing her
shirt, and changed her high heel boots to her sneakers and walked
out. She arrived at garden and started to run. Exercising always
helps her to calm down.
    She had run three laps around the East
Wing Pavillion, when she saw Mak Noor approaching her, she stopped
and dropped herself on the grass.
    “What happen to you my Princess?” Asked
Mak Noor while handing her a bottle of water.
    “Nothing really serious, Mak.” She
answered, “Just a minor problem.”
    “Hmmm, if it’s a minor problem, then
why are you so upset that you’re exercising at this
hour?”
    Paramita sighed, “Today when I went out
to meet with Rahmat, I accidentally bumped into Raden Ali and his
girlfriend. They invited us to join them for lunch, we talked about
this and that, and suddenly out of the blue, she insinuated that I
was a loose woman, and had many experiences with men, because I was
raised in England.”
    “And that made you angry?”
    “Yes it did, it hit me at my most
sensitive spot, and you know how I feel about those things,
especially because my mother had me out-of-wedlock.”
    “You’re wrong, my dear. Your mother
didn’t have you out-of-wedlock, your parents were married by
religion, but not registered by law. In the eyes of God, you are
the legitimate daughter of your Father. I was there when your
parents were married, I even still have photos of the ceremony. The
reason why your mother left your father was because The Queen
didn’t give permission for her husband to officially take another
wife, and you mother couldn’t accept that.”
    “Is that so? Good for her. That
actually improves my mother’s image a bit. But who told her to get
involved with a married man in the first place. Wouldn’t it have
been better if she married a man who was single, even though he’s
not as rich or powerful as the Sultan? And it doesn’t change the
fact that she was almost always absent from my life and was only
there to nag me about my “birth rights” or so she called
it.”
    “Children should not judge their
parents.”
    “I know, I know….”
    A maid came running over with a
cordless phone, “Your Highness Puteri, there’s a call for you from
Mr. Rahmat Azlan.”
    “What now?” She wondered, “Hello
Mat.”
    “Hello, Your Highness Puteri Paramita
Sawitri.”
    ”Stop that, it makes me want to
puke.”
    “Ha ha ha……..How are you feeling,
darling?” He asked.
    “After a few laps around my residence,
I’m feeling better. I had to exercise to take off some
steam.”
    “That’s good, did you tell anybody
about it?”
    “Just Mak Noor, my nanny.
Why?”
    “Well, I don’t know if you are aware of
this or not, but here in Jothar, if someone were to insult the
Sultan or his family,