My Husband is a Ningrat

Chapters 127. [There is no title ]

Right today is the control schedule I'm going to do. But, not yet out of the room, Kaysan had warned so as not to get too close to Nanang. Cannot join hands or look at each other.

"His husband-wife name must be friendly, Mas. If not friendly is counted again marahan." reproach me who was rebutted by Kaysan. "That's evil!"

I held my chest and my mouth gawked, "Wicked from where, Mas. It's evil that Nanang and I are alone in the room while opening and doing so."

"RODJANI!!!"

"Again, Gusti. Servant has been presumptuous." I clenched my hands together as Kaysan pulled my ears and twisted them.

"That's forsake... Rinjani won't say that again." Kaysan sighed, he took off my ear.

"This is included in kdrt mas, later hospital will Rinjani visa."

"Your words are also included in the category of verbal abuse that hurts my feelings." Kaysan stabbed into his chest, "Hurt my heart, sir."

"I'll heal with a hug here, or I'll give you a soft touch." I've groped Kaysan's chest, his hand blocking my wrist.

"Temptress!"

"I want you to be a rexona, Mom. Faithful at all times." I put an end to his armpit while hiding my face in his chest,

"After control, go home. Do not crawl or snack on the roadside. Your brain's getting a little shit 'cause it's mostly micin." Kaysan stroked my hair, "One more week, I started the competition. Make sure you actually say what you feel to Vanya's doctor."

Satisfied Kaysan gave my head an edict, "The best vitamin for me is your affection, your loyalty and your money, mas." I grin.

"Rinjani is honest, Rinjani is no hypocrite." I looked into her eyes, her eyes so wide. As soon as I wanted to dive in, he was closed.

"If I didn't have money, would you still be able to hold on to me?" He asked after he finished wearing a tie and work coat.

"Origin stay with you I want, money can be sought, but comfort means more."

Kaysan smiled wryly, "Alright, let's go out. Nanang is ready to be your fake husband."

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In Vanya's doctor's room, Nanang and I listened to the results of the examination control. Everything's stable, it's just that I can't lift heavy weights. Some vitamins have been prescribed, just redeem the drug in the hospital pharmacy. We stood up and said thank you.

Afterwards we walked to the pharmacy section of the hospital. We were both like a young couple who were growing up, Nanang and I kept our distance. He's not indifferent to me, not like yesterday.

"Did Kaysan scold you?" my question was, afraid that Kaysan secretly bombarded Nanang with various things that cornered him. Nanang stopped, he turned his head, he was silent for a moment.

"I just said kiss your hand while you sleep." I closed my mouth, gaped without being able to make a sound.

"You really mean to do all that?" Nanang nodded, "Only once, because my mind was already in the negative energy transfer from the ghost waiting for your room." Nanang explained which was unreasonable.

I hit her on the shoulder, "It's good that you're going out with Siska, so that your negative energy is channeled to her!"

I vented my frustration on the floor, my mind slightly stunned as I knew Nanang was secretly kissing my hand.

"You go home first, I'll take an online taxi!"

"Don't be mad..." Nanang tried to negotiate the situation as he looked at my sour face, "Sorry-sorry. I was wrong."

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The coffee in the Nanang cup leaves only the pulp. While my coffee still faithfully filled the cup with latte art heart-stained picture that oscillated in the bitter coffee and sweetness of milk.

"I'm going to speed up my move to Germany" he said, leading me to puff up for a moment.

"This fast, why?"

Nanang looked at me softly, "I'm sorry, if this were the best choice, I would choose a path far, far away from you."

"Mas Kaysan is enough for you, while I have to move on with my life."

"Nang, I'm going to have a little competition. I need your support, even if I fail, I'll go, not you." However, Nanang no longer argued my words, he just nodded.

"Mas Kaysan was advised not to allow you to snack carelessly. Eat something healthy." Nanang pulled my order, a bowl of onion rings with tomato sauce.

"I'm hungry!"

"I ordered a fruit salad."

Nanang headed towards the cashier table.

In the cafe that many of these young people attended, my eyes were fixed on a table that had stolen my attention. That back, like Kaysan's back.

My footsteps approached him. If that person is right, Kaysan, the story is finished. Lunch with a woman!

"You guys?" My forehead flinched when I found Kaysan sitting with Mbah Atmoe.

In this contemporary cafe, their existence is very attention-grabbing. Wearing a blangkon and Surjan clothes, plus Mbah Atmoe does not use footwear.

"In the near future birthday of his grandson Mbah Atmoe, the plan in this cafe will be celebrated sweet seventeen his birthday."

My eyes were pinned, "The grandson of Mbah Atmoe whom I gave that time?"

Mbah Atmoe shook his head, "Not. Another grandson."I nodded, still suspicious of Kaysan.

"Sorry, Jani is not allowed to stop by the cafe first. Jani's coming home soon."

I bowed, "It's good that you don't go to the cafe often, because here Kaysan is very attention-grabbing." I gradually retreated after kissing the back of Mbah Atmoe's hand.

"Titip my husband, Mbah." I said softly, which was taken from Mbah Atmoe.

Back at my table and Nanang, he had eaten the fruit salad he ordered for me. I don't give a shit about that. The existence of Kaysan in the same place as me, it must have something to do with the man before me. Like a stalker, Kaysan slalu wanted to know where I was.

"Who are you going home with?"

"It seems like Kaysan is still busy."

I took my sling bag. Then put it on my shoulder.

"You going home now?" nanang asked, coinciding with the fruit salad that had been finished from his bowl.

"Yes, I'm gonna take a break."

"He-he-he... Excuse me. As a mandated sister, I have to be honest." she explained. Nanang stood up, he hung his backpack on one of his shoulders.

We both got out of the cafe. From behind the translucent window glass from the parking area he gave a smile. I left Kaysan waving his hand from a distance.

I'm sure there's something else besides her grandson Mbah Atmoe's birthday plans.

Isn't it strange that suddenly Kaysan brought Mbah Atmoe to the city, whereas I know Mbah Atmoe was the caretaker of Mirisewu's funeral. His existence is very much needed, if there is someone who needs help to make Do'a.

"Nang, Kaysan has no assistant at all? Why are the working hours not certain? Wouldn't it be if the rector had his hours?"

Nanang smiled widely, "To be the rector is his cover to watch over you. Mas Kaysan will be out of campus when you are guaranteed to be safe, do not mess around and your brain is smart."

The more Kaysan explained, the more I didn't want to let go. This will get closer to him.

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