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a
banner as a romantic gesture for his new target. Naturally Paramita
accepted the request happily. She ordered the banner and placed it
in the campus entrance, “Veronica, Yo Soy
un Gran Hijo De Puta. Quiero Follar Contigo, Hafiz"

Chapter Four

    Paramita woke up with a terrible
headache, but her heart and mind was calmer than the night before.
She was angry, hurt and upset. She never thought that Hafiz would
be forced back into her life again. If it would have been a few
years earlier, she wouldn’t have thought twice to say yes. But now,
after everything that happened, after everything she knew. There
was no way that she was going to marry him.
    She was perfectly aware that there were
people who want to take advantage of her at this moment. And it
hurts even more to realize that her biological Father and Mother
are part of those people, each with their own interest at mind. But
she was equally determined not to show any weakness. If she had to
sacrifice herself, she has to make sure that she would not get hurt
in the process.
    Since the beginning, she wasn’t stupid
enough to go against her Father the Sultan, so she was always ready
to take advantage of him, but in a different way. Ever since she
arrived here in Jothar, she only saw him four times, to her, he’s a
stranger. That’s why, she has absolutely no doubts to make use of
what he has in abundance. Money and power. If he was acknowledging
her as his daughter to put her through a political marriage, then
she will protect herself from any possible harm, physically or
emotionally.
    A feeling of envy began to creep into
her mind. How is it that other people can have dreams, and have
people who love them? She never felt any warmth and love from
either of her parents. The only boy she ever fell in love with
shattered her heart to pieces and made her best friend pregnant.
She was pulled away from the future she wanted as an architect, the
dream job that she studied so hard for. And everybody expects her
to bow her head and accept without a word. She smiled
sarcastically, “I’m not going to suffer alone if they think it is
fair game to trample on my feelings. I can do the same.”
    There was a knock on the door, it
opened and Noorhayati came in with a tray in her hand. “Good
morning, Puteri.” She said.
    “Good morning, Mak.”
    “Why didn’t you sleep properly last
night?” She said while observing Paramita’s face. “Your eyes have
dark rings around it.”
    “There was something that I needed to
think about Mak. But don’t worry. I think I know what I’m going to
do. Can you please help me get some tea bags for compress,
afterwards help me prepare, I need to talk to my Father a bit
later. By the way, did you deposit the money I gave
you?”
    “Yes, I deposited it in the bank
yesterday. I don’t understand you, why do you need to save most of
your allowances in the bank. Most young women your age will spend
it on clothes, makeup, and jewelry.”
    “Mak, we never know when a rainy day
comes, it’s better being ready than sorry. Did you pick up the
jewelry that I asked you to buy?”
    “Yes I did. And I ordered the jeweler
to make a set with zircon rubies and emeralds that match the real
ones that His Majesty Sultan gave you last week, the ones you kept
in the safe deposit box at the bank.”
    “Thank you, Mak. Only you understand me
well. Make sure they use the finest white gold only and charge it
to the Sultan’s account as always.” Paramita hugged her nanny with
love, but there was a sadness in her voice.
    Noorhayati left her for a while to get
the tea bags. Paramita went to her desk and sat down. She took a
manila folder and opened it. Inside was a bundle of newspaper
articles, reports and photos of the family Jothar’s Minister of
Foreign Affairs, Raden Hamza Bin Raden Abdurahman Bin Abu Hidayat
Bin Sultan Umar Sharif Uddin.
    Raden Hamza is the second cousin of her
Father. They are about the same age, with her Father being only 8
months