My Husband is a Ningrat

Chapters 105. [ The barbeque party ]

Dinner with slalu is fun when joking and guitar quotes go together to accompany the barbeque party tonight. In the back garden, the amateur chef Sadewa was already busy with embers and grills. His hands were busy flipping through the beef and chicken wings.

Realizing that his mouth whistled to the rhythm of the song, his heart was like flowers that were blooming. Smelling as fragrant as it can make anyone cool to be near him, he is indeed the sun created among the cloudy. This one amateur chef really liven up the atmosphere.

Some soft drinks and light snacks they bought from Queen Victoria Market. Nakula turned into a bartender, Nanang became a team of entertainers, while I became a team of connoisseurs. I was lethargic, the conversation with Kaysan this afternoon was enough to convince me to do a contest. I don't want everyone to be in trouble because of my relationship with Kaysan. I cannot be happy over the suffering of others, just my love for my husband.

Kaysan and father were busy talking inside the house, he said talking adults.

"Let's have a fun together, let's have a fun together." Sadewa hummed as he put a plate of chicken wings in front of me, "Parto's men."

"No, Ma'am. Soneta group's men." Nanang broke the pitch first, after he finished strumming the guitar.

I didn't answer, I was still staring at the sky of Melbourne with my daydreams. I was agitated because of my thoughts. I was afraid that what became my decision would be considered Kaysan actually underestimated it.

"Mikul duwur mendhem jero." [Honoring to the greatest extent, soaking deeply; towards parents ]

I let out a long sigh, "Only five letters are hard to do but easy to say, 'patient', is this what you're hiding from me, Nang?"

Nanang sat down beside me, "If you know the truth, did you want to date me?" After I thought about it, my head finally shook, "Tell me why?" nanang asked while chewing on chicken wings that had been in chocolate with barbeque sauce.

"We're different, like master and babu."

Nanang looked at me slowly, then put the chicken bones into the plate. "Two years I've been with you, I know you, Jani. No matter how deep you hide something, I know from the look in your eyes."

I hung down long enough.

"Without you asking me to come home with you and face Father, your problems have something to do with me."

I saw Nanang, "There's a part of your heart that I should know, how are you feeling now?"

Nanang looked up at the night sky. "We broke up a long time ago, and I hope you can find a new lover with someone I don't know, but it's unfortunate." Nanang sighed harshly, "It is precisely my own mas who became your lover. I want to be angry, Jani. Not angry with you, but with your decision to marry Kaysan. I'm sick to see you like this, your light is dim like never before."

I smiled bitterly, "Nang, is this difficult for you?"

A moment's stretch.

"Are you happy with Kaysan?" This guy used to like to reverse the question, not to change.

"Jawab, was my question? Can you take it?"

"Have you turned the black plate I gave you as your wedding gift and Kaysan's mas?" ask Nanang.

I shrugged, "I keep it, it'll be broken." I said with a big smile. "It's not original, after coming home, play it, it's all filled with our memorable songs."

I clenched my finger, tightly.

BUGH.

I punch Nanang's shoulder, "I think it's really original."

Nanang chuckled, "It needs to be a struggle to make that fake signature, Jani. You don't know." Nanang smiled wryly.

"But my love used to be not fake, genuine made in my heart." Nanang's eyes twinkled. I smiled, "Nang, thank you."

"How unfortunate my love story is, Ma'am. If the FTV title is made, it must be called like 'My ex-lover became my sister's wife, really."

"Nang, move on gih, take Nakula as well."

"I will always be with you, going through this adventure." Nanang turned his head, "I know how to make Ayahanda melt, Ma'am." Nanang continued again, "What?" my many.

"Bund..." We turned our heads as Kaysan cleared his throat messing up our discussion.

"Mas, have you finished talking to you?" manyu grinned.

"You yourself have finished talking to Nanang?"

"We're a family, aren't we?" nanang Saut.

Silent.

"Many people 'eat nothing important get-togethers', it's no food but not eaten, do I look like an abal-abal chef, you're afraid to eat it" Sadewa prevented silence, Nakula poured soda water into the glass, "Don't bring heart problems here." said the other twin.

The barbeque party continued, the guitar passages rang out again, the six of us sitting in a circle. You also joined us, as well as a teacher who accompanied the father here.

One day I dreamed of having a sister from my mother's womb, but it turns out that God gave me nine sisters at once from different wombs. I saw Nanang, occasionally he looked at me with a stiff smile, Nakula chose silence, and Sadewa who whistled merrily. If the three of them walk, they're like we ware bare animations, but the human version is thin, and I'm Chloe. A little girl who needs attention and protection.

This situation makes me happy and sad. I'm happy to meet you, I'm happy to be with Kaysan, knowing that he was hugging my waist, showing off his affection in front of Nanang. Really his jealousy style is like a young child, he seems not to remember how old he is, what is worthy of a future King acting like an ABG boy.

"Why are you?" I pushed Kaysan's shoulder away, keeping him off my shoulder.

"Most sodas and beef, it looks like the cholesterol is going up, sir."

I gawked and laughed, "You are a mas, let's go in the house, don't get the wind at night just keep getting in the wind." I said as I moved from sitting.

"Sir, Jani just as Kay entered the house first. Tomorrow we take a walk at the zoo."

"koyo boy, Ma'am. The streets of Bonbin." exclaimed Sadewa. [koyo: like, neng : to ]

"Biarin, the important thing is that Kaysan wants to go to Bonbin, father also, Nanang too, if you want to see the well again there, let the sewer." I cried while sticking out my tongue.

"Have come on. Tomorrow do not eat a lot of beef and soft drinks, Rinjani does not want the sixpack mas belly so distended. If distended, fix, Rinjani really married om-om."

"Rinjani, who is polite with your husband." exclaimed Father. I nodded, "Yes, yes."

"There are still two hours to have fun, then stop the activity, because here is applied curfew." said Kaysan to his three sisters who are still cool to kick.

"good. There is also a curfew. Stop the activity when we're all going to sleep."

Sadewa really likes yes when talking 😂