My Husband is a Ningrat

Chapters 113. [ Origin ]

Danang Sutawijaya was the name of Panembahan Senopati when he was young, before establishing the government in Mentaok base. Danang Sutawijaya perform tirakat rituals by staying at Parangkusumo Beach, Bantul, Yogyakarta.

With high devotion and concern, Danang Sutawijaya was able to penetrate the palace of Ratu Kidul and communicate with Kanjeng Ratu Kidul. Kanjeng Ratu Kidul very much expects friendship with Danang Sutawijaya. It is said that Kanjeng Ratu Kidul has been in the middle with Danang Sutawijaya when doing semedi. In fact, Kanjeng Ratu Kidul is willing to guard the Mataram Kingdom until hereditary.

After the agreement was agreed by Danang Sutawijaya and Kanjeng Ratu Kidul, there was an inner marriage or occult.

Danang Sutawijaya successfully established the Islamic Mataram Sultanate and has the title of Panembahan Senopati ing Alaga Sayidin Panatagama Khalifatullah Tanah Java. The Islamic Mataram Kingdom which stands in Kota Gede, Yogyakarta.

The grandson of Panembahan Senopati himself became the third King of Mataram who was none other than Sultan Agung who was famous as the National Hero of Indonesia, and the most surprising of the fourth King of Mataram none other than Amangkurat I who fell in love with the concubine Kinasih Ratu Mas Malang. Until finally hereditary, the Islamic Mataram Kingdom is divided into two, namely the Kingdom of Ngayogyakarta Hadiningrat and the Kingdom of Kasunanan Surakarta.

From there, a different-dimensional love story begins. A love story that is difficult to digest by common sense but true.

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"Do you understand, Rinjani?" kaysan asked after telling a different dimensional romance story.

"Then what does this have to do with this green shawl?" My hands trembled as I received the green shawl that some time ago knocked me unconscious.

After spending time together at the villa. The next night we went back home, because tomorrow we were back in college and working.

In the room that holds kris and agate stones belonging to Kaysan. The sweet smell of incense was so striking the entire room.

We stood up, I flinching. Still stuck with something I was holding. While Kaysan coolly holds his keris.

"Mas, mum... Does this green shawl have a caromah?"

Kaysan smiled, and nodded. "It's got an ancestor, wear it when you want to dance. It's okay, there's nothing to fear, I've asked permission."

"Who is asking permission? With the magical companion of Kaysan mas?" Kaysan put back his navel kris, then he took the green shawl and sniffed it deeply. "I have a supernatural companion, and sometimes I need to see him."

I gaped at Kaysan's explanation, "Then did you also have sex with him?" I wasn't prepared with the honesty that Kaysan was going to say.

Kaysan pulled my hand, "Only a spiritual companion. Not more."

"If Ayahanda has died, the full supernatural companion will take care of me, take care of you too, Rinjani. And, it's hereditary."

"Including our son later mas?"

Kaysan wrapped the green shawl around my waist, then clenched his hands and said the Do'a chant in ancient Javanese.

"Not fainted, right? It was marked if he approved. Wear it, if you want you to dance."

"Mas, Rinjani doesn't understand what he means? Is he a ghost?"

Kaysan embraced my shoulder, "The ghost is a human tribe that has not been able to return to the creator. He was created before man was created on earth."

"I mean Jin?"

Kaysan smiled, "The more you know the more curious you become."

"Mas is like Nakula, so I'll answer it if I ask."

"With me it's been troubling your mind. Especially with something you can never meet, we'd better sleep."

"Then want to have this shawl, Rinjani is afraid to have it."

"Don't wear it if you're menstruating, that's all abstinence. One more thing, bring a nice flower the night before wearing it as a form of gratitude and respect to him."

"Rinjani is afraid... Let's go and take it." I put my feet on the floor so many times, "Mas don't joke! Let's get this off. Rinjani's not ready."

Kaysan chuckled even more, "I should never have lost your virginity until you were crowned Queen, but what was my Rinjani. I'm an old virgin who needs love." Kaysan took off his shawl and put it back into the glass cabinet.

"Let's go to the room."

"No rations tonight" I said.

"No way, you're sleeping in my room tonight as a gift to me for allowing you to wear that green scarf."

"So you need some rewards?" Kaysan nodded, "Something insincere is not good, let alone asking for a reward." I deliberately insinuated Kaysan, not in mintapun I will accompany him.

"Jeez, Rinjani. Understand this husband of yours."

"Can't stand it? Cassian." I stuck out my tongue, while running away from Kaysan.

"Adinda, wait for your brother." cried Kaysan as he stretched his hand

In the hallway I chuckled, "Kanda, can you not be too dramatizing. Very much lebay." My hand reached out to Kaysan.

"Guet me tonight, I can't if I have to be with Kitty all night."

After that we just spent joking in the room, until one by one our eyes closed to each other.

*

The next morning in the living room, Nakula was cleaning her luggage. Seen he was in a sparkling condition, his lips sometimes smiled to themselves. I'm intrigued to know exactly why my sister-in-law is.

"Where are you going?" my many.

"Do you know what you want to know?"

I gawked, my eyes were round.

"Sir, you're not eating wrong, are you?" many wonder.

"I'm fine, Ma'am. Never mind, Ma'am want to go to college together or want to bring your own motorbike?" tanyanya while attaching her sling bag on her shoulder.

"Bareng aja, continue to anter Mbak to the hospital."

"Mbak's sick? Whaties? Her heart?" asked Nakula enthusiastically.

"Cumbrous!"

"Smells Mommy." Nakula smiled witfully, "Have you got the leaven of the psychiatrist's love, huh?"

"By the way, ma'am!" Nakula precedes my steps towards the parking lot. It was no longer the frog car he used, but the German outgoing sedan of the same type as Kaysan's.

"For the sake of a woman you would trade a frog for a limousine cow, cut him out" I said, closing the car door.

"Name is also a business." Nakula rushed out of the gate of the house.

Arriving at the crossroads Nakula turned on the radio from the dashboard of the car, heard a song that was so eager to make me and Nakula sing, even though our voices were just a sound without rhythm.

Follow me who fell

And touch my sepiku soul

Illuminate my morning

Wake up from my sleep 

Nothing means more 

From what you give

Stay right here

Until it's all over

Nakula and I laughed as they finished Noah's kick.

"I love to see you laugh Nakula."

"Thanks to your help."

"As a form of gratitude, you will pretend to be my husband."

Nakula foolishly stepped on the brakes in the middle of the road, to make some bikers claw and curse annoyed.

"Mr dead piye?" [if you die? ]

"In the grave! I gotah dadi bojomu." [I don't want to be your husband ]

"Sir, just pretend." I'm caving.

"Mas Nanang is more suitable to be your bojomu, your chemistry will be dapet." Nakula drove back to the campus.

"You so after getting a new briby, you start not to care about Mommy." I threw my face away, my lips pursed.

"Lush, doldrums, nesu, grandchildren koyo clurut." [Anger, angry, angry, pouting like a clut; rat ]

"Mbak want to check the content, then her husband will be written whose name? Can't write mas kaysan's name." I sighed, "Let's name just the origin, barin wes instead of giddy." I try to be careless, just think the name of the husband is not important, the important thing is to know whether I am pregnant or not, because lately I feel something strange from my body.

[the occult or inner marriage can only be done by someone who has the knowledge ]

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