Now only my parents tell me the truth that on my 20th birthday, they will have to take me back to their palace. They said that I belong to the Sultanate of Kedah and not Kuala Lumpur. I should never forget my roots and family because I was born there so here I am, pinned like a mannequin obliging every rule the palace has set up for me; dressed in an expensive suit but I am not happy.
My mother wants me to work in Kedah, near to her and the palace when I have graduated one day. She does not know that I have made plans and even planted a dream of staying away from everyone in the family. Not that I want to go against her or I do not love them but I wish I could be more independent and lead my life the way I want it to be. I believe that absence makes the heart goes fonder, because we tend to appreciate the people we love when they are not here with us.
I have never mentioned that I am the heir of the Malay Sultanate of Kedah in this short story so do not get me wrong okay? The Sultanate of Kedah resembles my loyalty for the state since I was born there, and the palace symbolizes my family and the house we are living in ;)