"I know very well that you love Mahendra, I know from how you think about him. You have forecasted many things, even what will happen to him should I face a tragedy. Then, how if all the tragedies are actually caused by your behavior?" He frowned as if there were inappropriate things coming to his ears from that girl.
"I am nowhere close with your majestic ability nor my husband's. However, I am able to be Diah Pitaloka in her glorious carrier with Maha Patih Gajah Mada." Wiryo's mouth gaped open, disbelieving his ears to hear something from his grandson's wife.
"You are right. I never knew you are this intelligent" Wiryo knew that the girl found a way to threaten him. (To end her life like Diah Pitaloka did after ruining her husband's career, like how Diah Pitaloka did to the career of Patih Gajah Mada)
"But I will not be like Diah Pitaloka," for the umpteenth time, the forehead skin of that old man got more wrinkles.
"Who are you like, then?"
