My Husband is a Ningrat

Chapters 109. [ The diary ]

Sultan Agung Adiguna Pangarep is not only a dashing and courageous King, he is one of the King who is good at archery and horse riding. Ayahanda was also a good writer of Javanese literature.

A week after that incident, Kaysan and I decided to separate beds. I slept in Indy's room and found a diary. The teenage diary of a Nindy who chuckles just like that on a nightstand. I opened it, after the door closed.

Many times I closed my mouth, agape without being able to make a sound. The more I went page by page, the more curious I became about Ayahanda. I only know that Ayahanda is being gentle and firm with all her children. But with Indy, Ayahanda was like being another figure that he never showed his son. I closed the Indy diary and returned it to its original place.

I lay down on the bed, my mind in the air. Thirty-three more days That race will be the starting point of my struggle, I don't even know what Father will plan. But I know, what is Ayahanda's favorite now, this way I 'little' can seduce her. Uh! I smiled cunningly, a beautiful mouse like me just knew how to infiltrate in search of information and attention.

I rolled over, I took my HP and contacted someone. After making an appointment at a cafe, I rushed to my room. I haven't had sex with Kaysan in a week. After a night of anger, Kaysan and I promised not to touch each other because Kaysan and I were fasting Mutihan.

Now I look forward with misgivings to the seeds that will grow in my womb, married life, or will be melted down with the blood that comes out every month. I waited without certainty.

"Where are you going, Ma'am?" nakula asked as I passed her in the living room.

"You know what, I went to a psychiatrist. Beautiful, young." My eyes while sticking out my tongue. Yesterday a psychiatrist from one of the top universities came to the house, according to the orders of Ayahanda and Kaysan.

Nakula is presented by a beautiful woman with a friendly face. She was five years older than Nakula, but she was smaller than him. He will help Nakula in her mission to continue her love story, "Open your heart, open it little by little." I whistled. Nakula pulled my hand, "Mbak." calling her made me turn around, "Thank you." A smile adorned his face, a sincere smile from his heart.

"Inget, my idea is not free. You have to be a back up team for me."

Nakula nodded, "Later I will buy a set of combat tools in the form of offerings and Chinese incense, then Mbak will just do his meds in the cave."

"You think I want to be the blind man from the ghost cave! I want to be Srikandi with the spirit of Larasati. Already, if Kaysan's going home early, just say his wife is seducing someone." I smiled broadly.

"Based on a whim." grumbled Nakula.

I'm heading for the parking lot. The black KLX motorcycle Kaysan deliberately sold, instead of this genderless duck motorbike became my mount now.

The motor shot towards Sudirman Street, where I was going to meet Anisa. His father will be the key to the success of my appeal to Ayahanda. Mr. Anisa who is a culturalist must know the meaning of a piece of paper that I torn from the Indy diary book.

Arriving at a cafe with contemporary decorations, I walked steadily to the table that Anisa had ordered. His hand waved, "Anisa, how are you?" I asked after landing a kiss on his left cheek, "You know what's up, he said to Australia. Where's the get." Anisa's hand looked up.

"There, but later." I grinned, "I need your help." I said as I pulled the paper out of my pants pocket. "Your father knows what this means? If so, souvenirs from various countries you can bring." I said while putting a shopping bag on the table.

"What's this?" Anisa opened a piece of paper that almost changed color. "This is Kawi language, ancient Java" said Anisa as she railed sentence after sentence written by Indy.

"It's like Sanskrit." I continued.

"The Kawi language can be like Sanskrit, as most of the writing is centuries old and most of the Buddhists, he said, for example, kakawin was written during the establishment of the Majapahit kingdom in the 14th century or usually famous with Mpu Tantular the poet of ancient Javanese literature" said Anisa bernebu, said, he was like giving an example of what if his Father was in the decoration of presenting unique stories from the culture in this country.

"Blooding the flesh once genetic your father, Nis." I smiled witfully, "This is my food, Jani. Don't want to."

I laughed, after which we told him about the semester break that was coming to an end.

Finished business with Anisa, now I drive this duck bike to the flower shop. I want to buy two stalks of night-blooming flowers, seven stalks of white roses, and five stalks of white lilies. It was for Ayahanda, so that Ayahanda remembered how she struggled before asking for her second wife.

Eufloria Florists.

My bike stopped right in front of the flower shop, fragrant as it hit my face, like inviting me to immediately enter the store and immediately choose fresh flowers for loved ones.

"Can I help you, brother?" ask an employee kindly. I smiled, looking at the white rose as if remembering me to Kaysan and mother.

While waiting for the flower arrangement neatly arranged. I write beautiful words with a black pen. I shuddered in horror as I reread my own writing, being able to die at Kaysan's law if he knew I was doing this reckless thing.

"It's over, brother."

I looked at the flower and smiled with satisfaction, tie the ribbon in red, contrasting with the color of the flower.

"Receive no delivery service?" ask me while tucking in a letter of my appeal.

"Where can my brother be, address?"

I wrote the address of Father's house, littering the name of his reception.

"Send the same flowers every day for 33 days."

This employee named Dance looked at me with a big question mark. "If you can keep a secret, brother I'll give you a bonus."

Have I been like a clever rat doing a bribe?

"Later the words I will send via WhatsApp."

"Okay, for now it costs 108,000 rupiah." I nodded and paid.

Despite everything I did to prove that love wasn't enough to qualify as a worthy Kaysan escort candidate, I was just wondering if Father could accept me without the need to juxtapose me with someone who had clearly won a landslide in any way.

I rushed home because soon Kaysan would also be coming home from work. The Mutihan fast I did was so draining the sugar levels in my blood. I'm lackluster, but hopefully with the permission of the Almighty, what I do will pay off.

Nanang's return in this house is nothing more than burning embers, his movements slalu steal my attention. He should be able to go home and sleep in his room, no need to stay at the house of Ayahanda all this time.

"Mom, where are you from?" tanyakanya.

"Streetings." I replied.

"Guarantee of health."

In this family room he was waiting for me, because its location in the middle makes me have to choose not to ignore it. Otherwise he would have conspired with Nurmala Sari to distance me from Kaysan.

"If I'm sick, are you sad?" manya curious.

"If you're sick all the trouble, ma'am."

"It hurts there's a cure, don't worry."

"The physical pain beats, if the heartache has no cure."

"The cure for all pain is in the heart and mind. If heartache is left on the years, there will only be revenge. Don't come, Nang. Amit-amit."

Sorry new update, busy rampant. 😂🙏