My Husband is a Ningrat

Chapters 110. [Campus today ]

"Know... Jani." screams an Anisa.

His name is Monday, sometimes it sucks. But I love it, it's time I could breathe a sigh of relief. I can set my foot on the dirt again, "Nis, how. Can your father answer it?" ask me after I line up the steps.

"Where did you get that writing?" ask Anisa.

I looked up and shrugged my shoulders. "That yesterday wasn't enough to keep your mouth shut?"

"You say only certain people can write ancient Javanese literature." Anisa stopped, her eyes looking around, "What's up?" tanyanya was suspicious.

A smile disappeared from my face, "I can't say, but I need it for something important." I sighed softly, "My life and death are on that piece of paper." I continued after leaning against the wall and crossing both hands in front of my chest, "You know I'm not okay."

Anisa shook her head, looking at me sadly, "The more you explain, the more you suck at Jani. Your face is ngenes." Anisa reached into her backpack, "Read more, if you know my father's writing, you're great Jani."

I swept the piece of paper, I opened it and gawked, "What the fuck!"

Anisa chuckles, "My father's writing is anti-mainstream, Jani." Anisa's back down the campus corridor, "So I have to translate your own words?" I asked while chasing him. Anisa nodded and smiled mischievously.

Who should I ask about the writing like this doctor's prescription. Ruwet once his business, if I had to pretend to be sick and ask the specialist of ancient Java, impossible. Do I need to see a clinical specialist. Huh! Just imagining the agate stone I've been goosebumps. Unknowingly I shook my head quickly. I smiled wryly as my friends looked at me in wonder.

Rumors that there is a new lecturer who will teach in my class make all students get ready to wait for the arrival of the lecturer. If for me all lecturers are the same, the taskmaster and the hope that increasingly makes my brain scream annoyed.

Twenty minutes of waiting, the new lecturer never came. Until the sound of knocking on the door distracts the students.

"Good morning, kids." The voice was familiar to my ears, until I had to turn to the door, my lips tightly closed. Husband, ouch! Don't tell me you're a lecturer in my class, you can chime if you know the beauty I have.

"Gusti Prince Haryo." One of my classmates called him. "Call me like you call the other lecturers."

I laugh. My husband is a father, God why is this so funny. Don't blame me for laughing in this room.

Kaysan with his flat face approaching me, I quickly closed my mouth. God, if my friends knew. I am married and married to a man who is a new lecturer now, surely they consider me to use pellets to reach his love.

"Is something funny?" tanyakanya. I'm shaking.

"It's not comedy time, introduce yourself in front of class as your punishment."

"Well..." I pretend I don't know him, "I'm Rinjani, sir." The word 'Father' made me laugh again, subconsciously the corner of my eyes was watering because Kaysan's arrival was quite comforting to me.

"Jan..he's a prince, don't worry!"

"Jan, at your law later!" the chirping of my friends made me wipe away my tears, while something wanted to flow down there.

"Father of the prince, allow Rinjani to pee for a moment."

Kaysan assented, he returned to the front of the room, starting a conversation and learning module.

Fasting that I still live, the more days it makes my body lack of glucose. I limp after laughing because Kaysan outrageously called him father.

Kaysan behaves like a lecturer. He smiled when he found out I was back in class.

"Thank you Prince, sarathaeyo."

All my friends were choked, while my new lecturer just nodded. A smile was engraved on his lips.

"That's very brave, you."

I don't mind Slamet's words. The oldest student in this class. I prefer to take books and take notes on agrarian history lessons. I began to understand why Kaysan was handling the sugar factory and the family tea factory, so this is what Kaysan learned to go abroad.

"Bapak pangeran, sejarah apa yang tidak bisa bapak lupa kan?" Aku mengangkat tangan kananku saat Kaysan membuka sesi tanya jawab.

"That's outside Dik Rinjani's learning module."

My face blushed, "Father how do I plant seeds to thrive? Be fed with organic fertilizer or fertilized with love?"

Kaysan stroked his chest, "You go to my room, others take a book in the library under the title of agrarian law by Prof. Boedi Harsono's."

I cheered cheerfully, I finally got to Kaysan's room in the rector building. "Every pack, take a walk also want me."

"Complacent you, Jan."

"Dik Rinjani, come." take Kaysan, I tidied up my books and followed Kaysan.

Along the campus corridor, like lecturers and students in general, we walked without joining hands. My hands are empty, I haven't touched his body in a long time. Oh my... Forgive your servant. This desire is very distressing.

"Sir, is it far from the room?"

"It is very much like you to call me Father."

"Because Father is fit to be the father of my children."

The sound of the phantom shoes echoing through the campus corridor slowly disappeared as Kaysan stopped his steps, "What is with all your guidance counselors like that?"

"Only with my Father is brave, others are not. Because they deserve to be a grandfather for my son later, only the Father is fit to be the protector of my children later."

"Do I really look old?"

"If you need honesty, the answer is yes." I'm holding back the laughter.

"If not on campus and not fasting, you have made uyel-uyel."

"I miss the mas, my kangen is ingrained."

"Rest in my room. You're pale."

"No, I'll guess weird."

"It's an order!"

We continued our journey to the rectorate building. Kaysan's room is located on the third floor, many times he was greeted by fellow lecturers and other rectors. But Kaysan just smiled and bowed, "Mr, must be their favorite huh?"

Kaysan opened the door and told me to come in, my eyes staring around.

"Make sure notpapa, don't make Rinjani like a bad boy."

"I'll give you a personal lesson."

"If this is why Rinjani has to go to college, it can be at home." I said already in Kaysan's room, Kaysan, my eyes looked at every piece of trinkets and books lined up neatly on one of the shelves in the corner of the room. A photo of Kaysan wearing the attributes of his rector left me amazed.

"Tuition until what statra?"

"S2 only."

"It's not that the lecturer and the rector have to get a doctorate?"

"Because I'm special." replied Kaysan already sitting on his seat of greatness.

"Mas need a compliment, huh?" I sat in front of his desk.

"It takes three more weeks to be able to hold you."

"Let it be like this first mas, too often together will feel boring."

"It's hard, I'm having trouble sleeping." His sister to me, "Not with Kitty, he's bigger and softer."

"Kitty can't make me joke, I'm lonely, I miss your laughter."

"Mas thinks Rinjani's a comedian!"

Kaysan's outstretched hand reached my hand, he placed his lips on the back of my hand. "If you can't go to bed with me, make me dance."

I dodged the reason if we were both fasting, but Kaysan stubbornly had already turned on the song from his HP, which was his, yimura's piano instrumental, Kiss The Rain, accompanies a harmonious and passionate walk.

"I'm limping."

"Put it."

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