Honor Behind the Stain
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“Khanza?”  Subrata was shocked to see Khanza's return.  Her daughter dragged the suitcase through the main room.  

“Why did you see me see a ghost like that?  His son came home instead of being greeted with a smile, a hug or whatever it was. This was instead greeted with a scary look at the eyes.”  Khanza acted as if nothing had happened.

“Khanza, you left home with the intention of looking for a job, and now you're back home after that job you got.  What the fuck is this?”

“I've resigned.”  Khanza took off his suitcase, folded his arms around his chest.

“What?  Resigning?  Wh why?  And you left the Emperor?  How's your relationship with that guy now?”

“Care what dad with all that?  you didn't like the Emperor long ago, did you?  He was allowed to be my husband just to be insulted.  Just like I didn't expect him at that time either.Of course, he was indeed better off staying away from humans like us.  I'm self-conscious.  I don't deserve him.  Don't expect him to be part of our family.  I've understood enough that she should get the right one, and it's not a woman like me.  Mud.  Abject.  Messy.”  Khanza stepped back, he climbed the stairs leading to the top floor.  

“Bi Imar, take my suitcase to the room ya!” khanza's word to Bi Imar sweeping the floor.

“Eeeh.. Non Khanza back again. His smile!”  Bi Imar laughed broadly revealing his row of teeth that were back and forth.  He ran to the stairs.  “Duh, will add to the work!  Mana Non Khanza is fierce again.”

The whisper was heard by Khanza's ears.  Sontak Khanza.  “I'm bad at Bi?”

Bi Imar was surprised, why did Khanza hear his words?  Apparently he slipped, thinking speech only in the heart, but instead darted out.  “EEh... I mean not so, Non.” 

“Trus what?” Khanza's eyes widened.

“Well, it would be terrible if it was like that. Hehe...” Bi Imar squandered away. “I picked up the suitcase Non.”

“Khanza!”

Khanza who had just lifted the tip of his clothes was about to take a bath was canceled. He dropped his clothes while looking.  The door to his room opened, Subrata appeared.

“What's up, dad?  Want to talk about the Emperor again?”  Khanza's expression looked careless. “I don't want to discuss that anymore. Me and the Emperor are done."

"Come, Khanza.  Don't pessimize.  You withdrew from the Emperor just because you felt that you were degrading him.  It's the stupidity of his name."

"Dad thought I was going to go forward and kept fighting telling him I needed him the most, I loved him and I couldn't live without him, did I? Is that worth saying after what I did to her? Even if I really loved her, I would never admit it. That's sincere doesn't need a reply."

"What are you talking about? We currently need an injection of funds. And the Emperor has all of that."

"Stop talking about money, money and money. Enough of living like this. Never mind, you'll never understand."

"What joke is this? I don't understand what you're saying." Subrata is getting upset.

"Yes, I'll never understand. Because you can never be sincere. Never mind. I don't need to explain." Khanza grabbed the towel and went into the bathroom, leaving Subrata grumbling at length.

The air shower that was turned on and flushed Khanza's head made him unable to hear what his father was calling.  His head felt noisy by the blow of water falling from the shower.

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