My Husband is a Ningrat

Chapters 11. [Felt lost ]

Wednesday - Thursday - Friday - Saturday.

Those are the names of the days I went through without the presence of the owner of a meaningful smile. Somehow I felt a little lost, no more smiles slowly adorning the recesses of my heart. I don't know why I suddenly felt something was lacking.

Though if it is more examined in my meeting and Kaysan not as much as the number of my fingers. If you meet, no more than an hour. These are not signs you want to have, are they?

Feels weird. It's weird, I want to throw away that weirdo that's too disturbing the peace of my day. Funny, he seems to really use a psalm aide. I'm afraid I've become entangled with his essay. It seems that I have to pray a lot, pray tahajud and istiqoroh to remove all his essays from my mind.

I cursed my heart that was beginning to be ignorant. I need to remember who I am and who he is. Our caste is both very different. Like the heavens and the earth. He was the son of the King and a Prince. Blue-blooded typical of the nobles who have many privileges, while I am the son of thugs.

I have to understand, understand. The sense of loss is just an ordinary precarious situation. Let it pass, like the wind that hits my face. Let him be like the oxygen I breathe all the time. Not visible but real.

Sundays.

From half seven in the morning I had rushed to the gayam coral market. Yesterday I paid full plus overtime. I am happy, half to pay the debt of the Nina family, the other half to my life for the next month.

At the gayam coral market, I accidentally wore a mask. I want to find my father's whereabouts, at least I have to visit old bandot Broto Dimejo because he's the only one my father goes to. Honestly, I was so lazy to see that fat belly. What else is his naughty smile, really disgusting.

I just had to be forced at once because I also had to find a hand for children at home to study later. At least the contents of my backpack are full of lined between textbooks and food. Likewise with Nina, you can imagine me and Nina carrying a full backpack, two cardboard boxes filled with clothes with only one motor. My tiny body once hit by a blow must immediately fall back.

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I bought some kind of food, now I have one last destination, Broto Dimejo's rice shop.

The distance between me and the shophouse was only five meters. I watched and monitored the situation from where I was standing behind the fruit merchant stall. I'm like a spy, but not a great spy like Jasmine Adriana in the author's novel. Kiss The Rain's. He is cool and wonder woman, but unfortunately his love with a drug kingpin makes him have to stumble to think about how his fate. But the ending I like. Because a sacrifice has to be a result.

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My stakeout was looking for a vain father, the two thugs who were chasing me back then were in front of the shophouse. Instead of bonyok again, I chose to go home to the store. I made a deal with Nina at eight.

There's still half an hour to get ready. I don't know why I'm getting in love with walking. Although it seems that I want to buy a new motorbike, but because 15 million it has been labeled as a debt amount. I finally closed my desire to buy a motorcycle.

Walking up to Ms. Rosmini's shop, I noticed a black BMW stopped in front of the store's parking lot.

Instead of closing and no writing No parking except visitors pulse & laundry shop, why still mgeyel, what rich people as free as him.

I don't get dizzy because this morning I don't want to find trouble, my mood should be maintained until later I meet the children at home studying. If my mood is too late, English is very easy for me, it will be difficult when children ask trivial things.

I crossed the road next to the steering door. Suddenly the door opened and blocked my path. I follow the groove of his hand that has muscular hands and wear a watch output G-Shock products until able to see the face. I found the owner smiling at me.

I don't know why my heart beats faster, like running a marathon at a market thug. I held onto my chest, afraid she'd slipped out of place.

"Why? Do you still consider me a ghost that disturbs your tranquility?" Kaysan got out of his car and walked towards me. My body automatically retreated backwards until it finally hit the barrier wall.

"What's the matter early in the morning?" ask me to investigate, "Don't want to do the laundry or charge the pulse, today the store is closed!" I pointed towards the rolling door.

"No, just want to see you." she replied still with that smile.

"Oh... I'm sorry I had to take a shower and leave." I said I wanted to rush to the end of this meeting, I was scared.

"Where?" his eyebrows met like curious.

"I have to go to the edge of town, sorry. I promised Nina." I looked at his wrist watch, "It's 8 o'clock less, I have to get ready."

My body wanted to get away from him, but his hand held my arm. I'm staring.

"What's wrong? Nina must have come here, the children must have been waiting for me." I explained, and her eyebrows increasingly linked curious.

"Whose kids? You're not..." He took off my arm and kept his distance.

"Unfortunately mind, I'm going to take a shower. Go home." I said as I pushed his body.

"Tell me who the kids you mentioned were."

I'm the one who's pissed off finally switching to sitting on the stairs, "Capek."

I took food and drinks in a plastic bag, "Breakfast first, maybe I'm lacking energy" I said encouraging myself.

"Aren't your guests offered breakfast as well?" Kaysan sat down beside me while opening my plastic bag, "A lot, what for?" he asked in surprise while taking the same food and drink as mine.

"I told you for the kids!" I chew bread without taste. Finally a savior in my life came. He parked near Kaysan's car. His gaze turned towards me, then a question mark-filled look was directed at the man sitting beside me.

"So go no, why are you still wearing your nightgown?"

"Rolling door, Nin. Try to help you open." I asked Nina.

"Why don't you ask this friend of yours, he's a man." Nina looked at Kaysan, it seemed like she did not understand who the person in front of her was.

"This guy doesn't understand, just look at him and eat the children's rations later." I pointed at Kaysan who was still engrossed in eating his bread and sipping the milk box in his hand.

"Males are insensitive. Not much different from Aswin." lamented Nina while observing carefully Kaysan's face. And suddenly Nina's face turned deathly pale.

"Kok him like anu yes, Jani. His face is sometimes seen on government sites. Is he anu, Jani."

"Anu, anu, anu. That's why acquaintance, Nin. Let's get to know, let's get along." I giggle. Kaysan clapped his hands. Spent out her milk box and shook Nina's hand.

"Kaysan, Rinjani's candidate."

Nina was aghast, "Wow, I can be fired as her people."

Nina nodded politely in front of Kaysan. I saw the chuckle he made.

"Sauffeurs." I said as I stood up and tried to lift the rolling door again.

"Nin, help Nin pray." My face is already tense, this rolling door is really annoying.

"Great." Nina sat on the stairs, sitting next to Kaysan.

"Yowes, don't just go. I haven't had a shower. My luggage is still inside. Batalin'll do it." I sat down next to Nina.

"Bau, don't come near. I've taken a shower, Jani." explained Nina as she pushed my body.

"Whatever, I'm going to Miss Rosmini's house. Want to protest." I explained to Nina while sheathed the key to the bike.

Kaysan held my body, "Jawab first, who are the children you want to go to?"

"Nin, be clear who the children are that we want to go to, if necessary also mention his mother and father." I forcibly took off his hand, "I borrowed the motor briefly." while lowering Nina's luggage.

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This morning I left Nina and Kaysan both in front of the store. Whatever they want to talk about, I've wanted to protest to Rosmini's mother about the rolling door.

Arriving at Miss Rosmini's house, I saw her house was deserted. I repeatedly rang the doorbell of his house, and no one came out even if it was his maid. I feel like cursing, this morning is really overblown.

I decided to go back to the store, when I arrived at the store I saw the rolling door was open. I saw the two people were busy stuffing my luggage and Nina into the trunk of Kaysan's car. After getting off the bike, I walked over to Nina, "Loh, you know. Where are you going, why are they open?" many wonder.

"It can, because it is opened with prayer and love." Nina pointed towards Kaysan.

"Then what does that mean?" I pointed at the baggage that was still open.

"We want to be escorted with Kaysan Kangmas, Jani. He said he wanted to see the condition of the children's study house on the edge of the city while walking!"

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