My Husband is a Ningrat

Chapters 119. [QTime with Ayahanda ]

In the back pendopo, Nanang had already brought his big suitcase. As if he never came here again, Nanang and Ayahanda were so dramatic. They exchanged farewell sentences, until the atmosphere this morning felt very sad. Me, Kaysan and the twins looked at the father-son while throwing glances and shrugging.

"Wouldn't you meet BRM Nanang at Sasmita's mother's house." Sadewa spoke up, the two father-son turned towards Sadewa, "Oh my goodness..." Both palms of Sadewa clenched. "Sadeva didn't mean to tell Ayahanda. But mas Nanang only went home to the old house, so will we later Father."

I hid behind Kaysan's shoulder, intending to avoid the gaze of Ayahanda's eyes.

"My daughter Rinjani." call Ayahanda.

My heart is pounding, there will definitely be something crucial to talk about.

"Dik Jani, called Father." Kaysan patted my thigh.

"Eh. yes, yes." I started crawling closer to Ayahanda. There Nanang was still sitting cross-legged in front of Ayahanda. I clenched my hands, "Sendiko dhawuh, Ayahanda."

"You two go with the Father to the great priest." I looked up, not against the flow. I just have a lecture this morning. I clenched my hands, "Ayahanda, did Rinjani get to the great priest after finishing college? Sorry Ayahanda." I lowered my head as Ayahanda just shook her head.

"Good Father."

"My son Kaysan, give permission for my daughter to skip college." said Father who was immediately denied by Kaysan.

"Rinjani has to go to Ayahanda's lecture, there are some tasks that must be collected today" Kaysan explained.

"Ayahanda will teach him a direct lesson. Go, Father will return your wife whole." I shut my mouth holding back the laughter, indeed Father would take what from my body, heart? The sometimes gameless heart accepts this state.

"Is there anything funny about my daughter, Rinjani?" ask Ayahanda. I can say nothing but just make this situation not as difficult as facing Mr. Grace,

"Ayahanda had to promise to return Jani whole, if not..." I pointed at Kaysan with my thumb, "Kangmas Kaysan will be angry."

"Any Secuil can't?" Kaysan and I shook their heads together, Ayahanda smiled broadly, "Well my son and daughter, it's time to return to their respective hands." The five of us nodded and clenched both hands in front of the face.

After Ayahanda withdrew, the five of us gathered together, "Did I make a mistake?" many wonder. While Sadewa interrupted happily, "Great Pendapa is the most horrified place. Careful." Sadewa tried to poison my mind, "The great ascetic is not just any place." Nakula continued.

"Mas is that right?" Kaysan nodded, "Nang, take care of Rinjani."

I looked at Kaysan and Nanang in turn, "I'm not a bag!" my murmur.

"I can't go with you Rinjani, I have to go to college to take care of your license."

Kaysan stroked my hair. "Nanang will help you, because there you have to obey the rules and rules of karma that exist, different from at home" explained Kaysan. Then his lips kissed my forehead.

I have said many times, there is a bitter and happy feeling engraved in every smile. "Be careful, don't be tempted by college chickens. Remember that! It's just mine." I said.

edangkan Kaysan's three sisters just grimaced, it's often the two twins saw a monotonous spectacle. Kissing the forehead, hand in hand. They did not know that we both had thorns in the flesh that were ready to draw at any moment in the pit of suffering.

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Nanang and I got ready. This time we did not go together, we were waited by Ayahanda in the parking lot.

Holy hooch! suddenly I miss my father, Herman. How is it now, has there been a Caucasian woman who melted his heart. Or, his heart was already frozen like a glester at the south pole. I don't know.

"Daughter, let's see the three of us together at BRay Sasmita's house." I looked at Nanang, he just shrugged his shoulders as if he would not interfere with Father's request.

"Sorry Father, wasn't that his permission to go to the great priest?"

Father bewildered a smile, "Ayahanda wants to enjoy some time together in Rinjani's pavilion." I looked down, what other wits is this, "Okay Dad. Rinjani will obey."

Time keeps going. Sometimes I look at him. Nanang just remained silent, he chose to circulate his gaze out the window.

Arriving in the parking lot of Sasmita's mother's house, my heart grew more and more uncertain. It's so bad that I'd like to ask conscious questions and just wallow in my head. What does Ayahanda mean by this lie, what if Kaysan finds out if he was the victim of this morning's scenario.

Mother Sasmita greeted the four of us in front of the terrace of the house. His smile grew, when he found his eldest son had returned home. Mother Sasmita kissed the back of Ayahanda's hand.

"Kangen I mas." said Mother Sasmita while stretching her hands. Ayahanda holds Sasmita's mother, and,

"Bontot must be patient" said Ayahanda.

I looked down with a smile at the family, why is it so sweet, like there was never a dispute between the five wives of Ayahanda, as well as the main character. How can Ayahanda behave like this, whether Ayahanda can be fair with all his wives. I shook my head quickly, I didn't want to guess at my own prejudices that sometimes get misperceived.

"Do you not embrace with us, come here my children." Mother Sasmita and Ayahanda pulled my arm and Nanang simultaneously. I was fixated, on one side of this deck like the decking of a whole family. Warm unspeakable, as warm as ever-burning romance.

"So now you have a friend to eat breakfast with?" The four of us took off our hugs, Mother started a conversation to let go of the silence. Nanang and Ayahanda entered the house first. I flinch, it feels like de Javu, the first time I stepped on the porch of this house, was during a month anniversary with Nanang. Nanang was so happy to introduce me to Sasmita's mother.

Mother pulled my hand, "Beautiful come on in, this is your home too."

"Well..."

"Beautiful, don't be dumb. Later on tambet Nanang like that time, would you?"

My face blushed, being touched meant kissing.

"Mother's house will really burn with jealous fire, will you?" I said to the laughter of Mother Sasmita, "This is a secret, soon the twins will be here." Mother Sasmita whispered as if she was afraid that Kaysan would hear her.

Mother Sasmita embraces my shoulder. We both walked into the house. This living room is classic, the walls are painted in white, lined with frames neatly attached to the wall. Portrait of the old we ware bare with the Father and Mother like family in general, friendly and harmonious.

"This is our life, beautiful. Mother as the most bontot wife must nrima ing pandum." [A receptive attitude, patience and gratitude for all that has been given and that has happened ]

Mother Sasmita explained one by one the photos displayed in the frame. Nanang as a child is so worrisome, especially Nakula and Sadewa. I understand, he understands, if the three of them when they were little would often fight over toys. The difference between them was only two years.

"The genetics in our family are very difficult to have a daughter. May your presence be a beautiful flower, which spreads the fragrance of beauty and comfort." Mother Sasmita patted me on the shoulder, "Let's tell Mother where Nanang's room is as she enjoys the pain of her heart." Mother smiled, not a happy smile, that smile must have been decorated with roaring cries.

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