My Husband is a Ningrat

Chapters 100. [Unreplaced ]

I realized you were not made for me.

I'll wait, until later.

Will not be replaced, you are in this heart

'keep going until death.

Allow me, to love, you....

it is unbalancing to my love

This race of mine, it's not gonna change.

🎶 Once Mekel - Will not be replaced.

Actually it is still too late afternoon for dating, although the watch has shown at 18:30, Sydney in December - February has a long afternoon.

On a day that still looks orange. I'm already beautiful, I've been wearing a black knee-length dress and sneaker shoes. Kaysan was neat with a knit sweater in matching color with the dress I was wearing. I combed his hair well, do not forget the pomade so that it gets neater and clearer. Her masculine perfume, from the knit sweater she wore, really accentuated her field chest. His stocky arms, his jakun up and down not anymore. Really want to mess up my days that I have arranged in such a way as to look elegant and classy.

It's not like Kaysan usually praises me. He just kept quiet, only occasionally peeping my forehead and tidying my hair.

"Did I catch a cold too?" ask me while sitting by his side.

"No, I'm fine" she said, embracing my shoulder, "How about you, is it better?"

I held her hand and kissed the back of her hand, "Is there anything that makes you nervous?"

"You."

"Rinjani?"

"Yes. I miss the old Rinjani, when Rinjani with her jealousy was able to make me sure that only I was yours."

"Indeed only the mas Rinjani has, there's no one else inside here." I pointed at my heart.

"Relatedly? If the truth is revealed, will you accept it? If you know the honesty I want to say, hate me?"

"Not everything that looks will be beautiful, ma'am. It's like honesty."

"alright. Do you want to have dinner or go for a walk?" kaysan asked after he kissed me again. There was a strange feeling when Kaysan kissed my forehead long enough. As if implied a sense of fear in it, my hands hugged his body.

Silence, until the sound of the bell rings.

"Maybe it's the twins, we'd better meet them."

I let out a sigh, Kaysan further bent his face. What about my husband, why is he so nervous today. Wouldn't he share it with me, I'm already quite an adult, even though I'm only about to turn 21 this year.

We walked together, right in front of the room, it was an amazing sight. These two friggin' twins are fresh, with perfect looks. Short cargo pants and t-shirts, sunglasses have been perched on the nose, his hair is left disheveled, his legs only use flip-flops. This summer vacation seems like they will blacken the skin, to make it look more exotic in the eyes of Caucasians.

If it wasn't Kaysan's sister, I'd have assessed one of them.

"It's really pretty, Ma'am. Find a husband bule yuk, here many young and big."

I glared at Sadewa, he had already doused the gasoline that further ignited Kaysan's emotions.

"Mas Kaysan again mlempem, don't bother." I spread my legs to catch up with Kaysan.

His steps stopped in front of the elevator. His head turned towards me, his face hardened.

"Have a big mas, Rinjani won't look for a Caucasian husband." I held my knees with a breath. I don't know why I've been so tired lately.

"Related?"

I nodded resignedly, the item that was as big as an Ambon banana alone had made me faint, let alone have a bule. Uh! just imagining it makes my stomach ache.

"Good, I'll be diligent in gymnastics, let my muscles get bigger."

Sadewa came with a sneering mouth, Nakula don't ask, she's already with her flagship style. Putting his hand in the bag of pants, with a flat face without expression.

The four of us got into the elevator and got off on the ground floor, a white jeep parked in front of the hotel lobby door.

Today's destination is the iconic Australian continent, the Sydney Opera House, located on the edge of a naturally formed harbor. Perhaps this is why Sydney is called a port city. [ Harbour: Port ]

All the way my eyes just kept circling to see the scenery around, I was amazed by creating God. Until my hands did not stop shooting the beauty with an analog camera whose rope I had hung on my neck. Kaysan just kept silent not protesting me who ignored him. Sadewa and Nakula were already busy with their phones. In this car there was silence. Only the roar of the vehicle engine is racing quickly.

Not until 10 minutes, we arrived at the Sydney Opera House, a lot of tourists and locals who spend time here, just enjoying the night like dusk.

The orange tinge began to sink above the sea leaving the most beautiful thing for this afternoon.

I asked Nakula to take a picture of me and Kaysan against the backdrop of the Sydney Opera House plus the beautiful twilight, but her overcast face made me abandon my intentions.

Nakula and Sadewa stared at each other, then said goodbye leaving us both.

My hands checked her body temperature, normal. "What makes your face cloudy? It makes me not tasteful for a walk today."

Kaysan tidied up my hair that was blown by the beach breeze, "You're not pretty today."

My mouth gawked, I quickly grabbed my HP and saw the reflection of my face from the front camera. My makeup still looks the same, does not fade at all despite the rain, because my face is not decorated with any makeup. Natural potluck.

"Is my face boring, or does Rinjani need plastic surgery like a Korean artist?"

"Wear the powder and lipstick." said Kaysan who made my forehead wrinkle, "Kata mas, Rinjani is beautiful as it is."

"Beauty is from the heart, if your heart is beautiful everything will look beautiful, but your heart now I don't know."

"What does it mean?"

"You were jealous when Nurmala Sari came to see me?" Kaysan asked, "What if I have a concubine?"

I looked up, and the question flashed in my head. "If you can do it, then do it. Since time immemorial, concubines have been closely attached to be part of the Kings. Rinjani has no authority to ban Kaysan mas."

"Is that a sign that your love has faded?" Kaysan looked up at the moonlit sky.

I didn't answer Kaysan's question. I prefer to move my feet towards the guardrail between land and water. Downstream cruise ships that present luxury on the water, and the many ships docked at the dock, this is the first sight I recorded in my memory, perched from a distance my ears heard the music that was also in the wind. The more I heard the sound the closer. The sound of an acoustic guitar playing melodious and slashing the heart, the sound of the same language made me turn around.

Melt of tears welling up in my cheeks, there was a longing, there was a familiarity that was once entwined with her. The man stopped his acoustic guitar lines. His hands are stretched out, wanting to reach. Until Kaysan came to mediate between us. Nakula and Sadewa also stood behind the man I called my ex-lover.

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