My Husband is a Ningrat

Chapters 124. [Series of stories ]

The range of stories flows like water descending from upstream, winding from high to a gentle place. Explode whatever is in front of him, until finally it all boils down to a vast ocean of love. Bring lara, likes, and secrets in it. All hidden at the bottom of the heart, nestled among the magic of the heart-wrenching Sukma.

It's all time, though,

It all has meaning, though,

Only, time speaks.

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Yesterday Ayahanda came with Mother Sasmita, coinciding with that Mother Juwita also came. I don't know why the time could be so good. As if I had great love, I got a change for Lastri who left me. Mother Sasmita and Mother Juwita scrambled to bribe me, until in the end the Father chose to bribe me. However, the two women pointed at Nanang to bribe me. Can't she say, afraid I'd be shocked again and fall unconscious if Father were to bribe me. Again without rejection he excitedly sat down next to me.

Nina's presence yesterday was quite entertaining for me. He told me a lot how he was quite shocked to hear the truth if Nanang was my sister. Though soon, he promised to see me again, in an uncertain time.

Some days I'm just lying in a hospital bed, I've been bored. Especially with my fake husband who is getting more and more attention. I've wanted to go home, many times I asked doctor Vanya to give me permission to go home, but baby, it's not time yet.

One more day with Nanang was the longest time. I miss Kaysan.

POV Kaysan :

The existence of the two of them is an existence that I am worried about, want me to visit him, baby, my existence during the day will definitely raise suspicion. It's been two days that I can't have her body, my sister Nanang must have enjoyed the situation.

This afternoon I stopped at one of the family flower shops, Eufloria Florist. The flowers that become an important part in the palace are the flowers delivery from this store.

Entering the store, my eyes were pinned with one of the same bouquets as at home. "Who is the flower for?" Some employees seemed silent for a moment, instantly I realized who I was. They looked down, "I'm sorry, Gusti, this flower was sent by someone in secret." They clenched his hands.

"Alright, forgive me if in the future, the insiders no longer ask for flower delivery from this store, is not this store successful because it became one of the Keraton flower shop subscription?" Several employees threw one another a glance, "Someone named Rinjani and sent to Sultan Agung." They stammered they answered.

"Rinjani?" gumamku.

"Rinjani Yes. He asked us to keep his identity a secret until the delivery of this flower is ten days away."

"Send the same flowers to someone named Rinjani, at Harapan Indah hospital, in the ward jasmine number seven" I said, who was immediately taken by the flower shop employee.

What does Rinjani mean to send the flowers to Ayahanda. Is he doing something covert related to the competition that will be carried out soon. I actually know what will happen in the competition. I'm just making sure that none of that is fatal to Rinjani's health. Moreover, Rinjani's condition is currently bad.

"It's over, sir." I saw the same flower as Ayahanda's,

"Paper scrap!" I asked, in haste, they agreed to my request. I saw their faces a little scared, what a creepy face I had. Butwhy? Rinjani said my face was handsome and soothing. He lied just to make me happy. Really smart girl looking safe.

"Please, sir. It's a questioner." I cleared my throat while picking up a piece of pink paper and a black pen, my head thinking the right words for my wife. But why is it so hard to make romantic words. It would be easier if what I wrote were tips on success to become a young entrepreneur.

I kept tapping on the glass display case with a pen.

I secretly support you

I secretly love you

Yet...

I secretly doubt you too

Doubtful...

Because it's...

I know your heart is not in its place.

Your heart is airing between the elegies of laughter and lamentations of our love story.

I smiled unsatisfied when the literary chant had been completed for thirty minutes. "Don't read, send it safely, don't let a single petal come off the stalk!" I held out some amount of money along with the tips.

I took some pictures of the flowers before the courier took them to the hospital where my wife was.

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"Nang, go home." I tried to throw him out.

"My job's not done yet, so I can't go home." Nanang was busy with his laptop.

"Nang, you need to rest" I said again reminding him.

"I'm here to rest a lot. Be quiet, there's a German conversation task now."

"Nang, why do you have to speak German, do you want to go to Germany?" tanyaku curious, because the majors he chose are different from his family background.

"When I graduate, I'm going to Germany. Leaving memories in my homeland and looking for new moorings there."

"Evil!" Unknowingly I closed my mouth because of the slip, "So much move on her." continued me again after Nanang sharpened his eyes, "Sasmita said I have to pursue my dream. I want to be a language teacher and teach other disadvantaged children, just like you do at home learning."

The knock on the door made Nanang and I look at each other at the same time, I was quite surprised by the vest the courier used. The secret florist.

"There's a flower delivery for Rinjani from..." The courier paused, "I'm sorry I forgot." Nanang took the flower and handed it to me, "Thank you." Nanang delivered the departure of the flower courier to the door.

"Who's flower?" He asks.

"Either, there is no sender's name." I replied, increasingly surprised by the same choice of flowers as the one I sent to Father.

Who managed to sniff out the secret I was hiding. Don't-don't... Cellphone's ringing. Wasting money on Ayahanda, I never bought you flowers!

Kaysan sent out a message that ended with a pouting emoticon.

My lips curled into a smile, Thank you dear, come here I miss. I returned the message. While waiting for a reply from Kaysan, I finished the flowers while waiting for a reply from Kaysan.

"Smile to yourself, what's wrong?" ask Nanang.

"This flower is from Kaysan mas." I replied happily full of twinkle.

"When do you like flowers? I used to buy you a red rose, you refused to accept it."

I cheered, "Because there's only one! If many of course I take home, already one withered again! Not romantic."

"Maclum, the flowers of the gerogi see the beauty of your face. So inferior and withered." said Nanang casually.

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