My Husband is a Ningrat

Chapters 101. [I'm part of your life forever ]

One pair of eyes glared at me in the shade, there was a forbidden longing feeling from the look in his eyes. The familiarity with the love we grew up with for two years led me to the events of that time. Beautiful, though it shouldn't end like this. In the past, I thought that after breaking up from Nanang, I could go far away from him. The man who made me fall in love and understood what love was.

Nanang, the man sitting in front of me was the son of Sasmita's mother, and the twins also claimed to have been born from the same womb. Quickly, the three brothers liked the same thing, scrap metal.

I used to visit Nanang house so often, to the extent that his father who I know now is Ayahanda, made a unique pavilion made in the yard of the house. His name is Rinjani pavilion, because it was made special for me. There's another reason why there's a pavilion, because I'm never allowed into their house.

During the dating I never met Nanang's father, only Sasmita's mother often met me in the pavilion and asked me to joke. Nanang is nothing more than an old expanse in my mind, which I hope soon the barren expanse began to bloom with a new love.

Tonight he came to bring a confession, she was Kaysan's sister who gave me the black pieces and did not come when all the other Kaysan sisters came to the house and accepted me as the wife of their eldest brother, so this was the reason why Kaysan's face had withered.

I turned my head, looking at the eyes that were staring at the sky full of stars. The man was leaning against the body of the car, busy with the mosquito on his own head. Kaysan gave me some time to talk, rather to digest the situation well. Then Nakula and Sadewa stared bitterly at this situation, they were the culprits. They are the two Nanang sisters who often throw stones at me while praying in the pavilion, they are the ones who often disturb me and Nanang when dating. So this is the reason Kaysan preferred the twins to take care of me, because they already knew who I was from a long time before I officially became part of their family.

"Have I been and Kaysan has hurt you, Nang?" I still have my head down.

"Can I see your eyes, Jani."

I rubbed the tears that still dripped rarely.

"So this is the reality that you hid from me, from the very beginning we met."

"If I tell you the truth, you'll stay away. So is Kaysan's mas."

"Do I have to understand? Tell me the truth, why should your existence now come to the surface?"

The series of questions and suspicions about all this I have to solve, inevitably, because the sense I have is not a sense that is easily eroded. Even I was learning to rebel in an elegant and structured manner.

"I was wrong, I did not accept your existence as my brother-in-law, I got angry and left. Mas Kaysan is innocent of marrying you, the wrong one is me, who can't help my jealousy. You know, Jani. It took me months to get back."

Without me asking, those sentences shot out of Nanang's mouth. "Turried because of my anger, Daddy started to dislike you. I know you're suffering, I know your struggles at home, Jani. If you want to know another reason why I'm back, Nurmala Sari, Kaysan's ex-boyfriend, will become Queen and you will only be made a second wife. I'm sick, Jani. It hurts me to see the woman I love get hurt. You are indeed a part of my past that will remain a part of my life forever."

Other sentences and sentences made my tears slide faster, I shook Nanang's shoulder. It was not me who was hurt by this situation, not just me, Nanang or Kaysan. It all hurts.

"Say anything, everything. Say it! let me feel everything."

Nanang's hands stretched out, wiping away my tears. "Receive me as your sister, I will take care of you as your sister and family."

I clasped Nanang's hand, and held it on my cheek. "It hurts!"

"Don't be afraid, don't wither, be the Rinjani you were. Become a bright color in our lives." Nanang tried to smile, even though I saw the corner of his tears watering.

"Looks like that's enough, we're back at the hotel." Kaysan's voice made me quickly take off Nanang's hand.

I was not looking at Kaysan or Nanang. I got up from my seat and walked to another place.

In this corner no one approached me, only me, the murmur of the waves and the night wind that swept across my face. My crying is not over either, it still continues even until I sob. The tightness in this chest never disappeared, I did not lose someone, instead he was present and still.

"Go home, Ma'am." Sadewa.

"You again you again! Go!" I'm yelling.

My eyes glued to the open ocean. Until the man with his flat face approached me, fell silent. "Would I be wrong with this choice? Should I just leave from you guys, so that everything comes back as usual." I said stammered.

"If Mbak leaves, isn't Mbak like a loser?"

"Take me away, sonul."

"Don't add to the problem." Nakula's eyes turned panted, like she knew I was just going to trouble her.

"Too many surprises tonight." My head is shaking slowly.

"Mas Kaysan has prepared this all for a long time, you should know, this is all Kaysan did to keep Mbak as his only wife."

"Wouldn't see Sasmita's mother."

"The pavilion is still there, come to the house as the mother-in-law of Sasmita. No more beautiful than the unification of all the families."

I turned around, the three men who made me cry stood with their mouths sipping cigarettes in each hand.

"Why is it that I'm the only one who's hurt here, sonul. Have they been fooling me all this time?" I asked Nakula.

With both hands immersed in her pants pocket, Nakula simply shrugged her shoulders. His footsteps went ahead of me.

"Sir, wait. Ma'am just go home with you, see they need extra energy."

I melengos left Kaysan, Nanang, and Sadewa.

I put my hand in Nakula's arms, she just glanced at me with her tail. Then set foot again to the Sydney Harbour Bridge, the city's famous bridge. "Ayahanda doesn't like me because I'm the reason why Kaysan and Nanang fight." I leaned my head against Nakula's arm, "Am I so bad in your eyes?" continued again.

"Not bad, it just needs to be polished to be expensive porcelain."

In the middle of Sydney Bridge, the white jeep stopped as Nakula and I gave a thumbs up as a sign of wanting to ride like looking for a 'compangan'.

By half ten nights, we arrived at the hotel. The atmosphere is still so calm. Kaysan was silent, me too, Nanang moreover, while Sadewa without any burden had already sauntered into the restaurant, Nakula was clearly following him. They are broken in two. It should be the same, if it is. Did Nakula also like the stucco girl. Looks like I have another mission besides getting Kaysan to say other honesty.

I am happy today that the secret hill is opening up one by one, though I must be prepared for the other surprises given out on the basis of honesty.

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