My Husband is a Ningrat

Chapters 126. [ Market food ]

Tonight I lay myself on the bed, next to me there is still a faithful man waiting for me, must be in his lap is not me, but a conscious laptop.

"Yesterday Nanang is also the time waiting for me, you guys are the same!" my grunts were answered sarcasm by Kaysan.

"Laptop is my second wife, whom I hold and take with me everywhere. Never protest let alone asking for pocket money."

My eyes were really sharp, "Oh.... Is it still talking about the flowers I sent to Ayahanda?" I forcefully closed Kaysan's laptop.

"Look into my eyes, and answer me!" Kaysan stared fixedly at my eyes, "If I hadn't fasted this chatty lip of yours I would have swallowed!"

"Try it!" I was washing my lips.

"Duck into the room!" cela Kaysan's. He opened his laptop again.

"How dare the onion, just try it if I'm cured later. It's finished your sum-sum porridge!"

"Sum-sum mush?" asked Kaysan curiously.

"Super seed that doesn't get to where it belongs." I explained, "It looks like your seed has to be GPS-loved to get to my womb, Mas. If it gets rough again Rinjani must feel this again."

"Loved?"

"No, I'm afraid there will be drama of a fake husband and a fake wife again. Rinjani only wants Nanang to continue his journey of love, as well as your heart, Mas. Worried though. Jealousy too, right?" Kaysan nodded, his hand again busy typing something on his laptop keyboard.

"Rinjani's job is over?"

"Just done, go back to college when you're cured."

"Rinjani wants to go online, Mas!"

"Is there a problem on campus, or with your friends?" asked Kaysan inquiring.

"I'm tired of lying, every time Anisa wants to go to the hostel I slalu say again part time work. Not to mention that in class, Slamet slalu teased me." Stirring at Kaysan, it's nothing even though Slamet doesn't overtly tease me, but his guts can be read by me, "Slamet sitting on the bench behind you?"

I nodded, "She likes to poke my waist." My shoulders suddenly lifted imagining when Slamet poked my waist under the pretext of borrowing a note or borrowing a pen.

"Tomorrow I'll take care of Slamet, and you can't go to college online!"

"Why?"

Kaysan turned his head and smirked, "No college means no pocket money. Because everything's prepared at home." His laughter filled my eardrum, pissing me off.

*

The morning was accompanied by kokok chicken kintan, while satisfied the sun bashfully infiltrated into the room gap. After the scent of perfume that burst into the room, Kaysan had taken a bath and was waiting for me to wake up.

"Good morning my wife." Kaysan tidied up my hair.

"Good morning my husband." I replied timidly, still hiding as my face under the covers.

"Today you bathed Mbok Darmi, after bathing I wait in the back pendopo."

"It's like being bathed in Kaysan's mas!"

"Don't be like that, it's not time yet." Kaysan rubbed my cheeks, "Later I'll comb your hair and put on some powder. Hmm... Would you like to wear lipstick of what color?" Kaysan had already moved from his seat and towards the dressing table. He opened the make-up vault, repeatedly frowning while reading one by one the make-up in his hand. His shoulders were raised, a safe full of him he brought towards me.

"I should ask, why did you buy that much? We're opening a salon." To be honest there are still many questions that I have in mind, about the makeup.

"Buy where? Same who?" I was shrouded in suspicion.

Kaysan rolled his eyes, "In the Mall. At that time I only asked for a complete make-up tool suitable for a 20-year-old girl." Kaysan explained with a big smile.

"When we stayed at the hotel at that time." he continued again while taking some lipstick colors. He stretched out to me, asking me to choose.

"Peach blossom color."

The knock on the room door sounded, "That must be Mbok Darmi. Don't move on your own!"

Kaysan went to the door and opened it. Seen Mbok Darmi entered while smacking a smile, "Datan hard daydreamy." [Do not be sad when you lose something ]

Mbok Darmi sat next to me, "Sabar cah ayu. The universe is working its way, the best way for you and 'den is good." I'm nodding.

"The water is ready, Mbok" said Kaysan.

*

Finished in the bath Mbok Darmi, now it's Kaysan's turn to be a makeup artist for me. In front of the dressing table, Kaysan dried my hair, combed it, also put on me lipstick and powder.

At my request, Kaysan kissed my forehead as a final touch before we both went to the back pendopo.

One of the happiest things is to be surrounded by people who love me, even though I was not born into the Ningrat family. Even so I felt bad, when I found a special banquet from the courtiers who work in this house.

On top of the manila grass, on the red carpet, we together enjoy the morning with a warm touch of the sun that hit our bodies. Market snacks did not escape into a simple dish that made us penetrate the boundaries of the caste that soared to divide between Drajat. Like hawker named klepon, jadah, apem and lemper, they have their own philosophies that are closely attached to the Javanese community. Moreover, apem, cakes born since the time of Sunan Kalijaga have become an important part of the Tingalan Dalem Jumenengan procession or commemoration of the throne. No wonder if I'll get extracurricular making apem cakes.

"Propay ya." Kaysan sat next to me, he became a spectator when several courtiers were eating the cakes presented. I stroked Kaysan's shoulder. Seeing Kaysan fasting made me tasteless to eat the dishes, I just fell asleep leaning on Kaysan's arm.

"Why shut up, eat."

"Jani lemes' hand, bribe mas ya." I bent my hand hanging limp.

"What's your excuse, which one?" asked Kaysan, he pulled a look that was still intact.

"You all, but the portions are few." Kaysan sighed, he picked up a few grains of klepon, onde-onde, and cenil, not forgetting the fried spring rolls.

"Emm. yummy." Red sugar splashed in my mouth as I bit the klepon that Kaysan had sucked. "Sweet as your skin."

Kaysan again bribed me onde-onde, "Hmm. once a bite is not enough mas, like you when biting me." I whispered in Kaysan's earlobe. While the courtiers smiled shyly at my babbling, as if they were reluctant to laugh.

Kaysan returned to feed me onde-onde, my eyes twinkling, as if I was teased, Kaysan put his plate on my thigh, "Eat it myself!"

I sulked, "Didn't the King's candidate have to face seduction. Come feed me again mas." I flicker again with winking eyes. Kaysan rolled his eyeballs, he again fed me fried spring rolls with bamboo shoots, "What's the difference between this bamboo shoots and Kaysan mas?"

Kaysan's eyes glared, unwilling to respond to my question, "Western a bamboo, this bamboo shoot is still young, still soft and crisp at the bite, he said, while Kaysan mas is like a strong ORI bamboo and is able to survive long in the rain, thunderstorm, lightning, sun but also become a nest Kuntilanak."

Unable to hold back laughter, some courtiers finally withdrew with smiles that almost became laughter. "Then what else is the term with this cenil?" Kaysan stuffed some amount of cenils into my mouth until I had trouble chewing it. My eyes glared at the instant karma I felt. I choked to the point of making me feel like I was almost dead of oxygen.

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