My Husband is a Ningrat

Chapters 128. [Together we can ]

The days leading up to the competition were scary for me. Fear plagued me from all directions, making me just fixated without knowing to make movements like heroes who were on the battlefield.

Many times I just sat on the park bench, daydreaming. There's no one I can ask for a leak of the contest grid later. Everyone was silent, unwilling to risk being angered by Ayahanda. Even with Mbok Darmi chose to stay away from me. I'm in this place myself.

*

At 15:30

There were only the three of us in the back. I sat down to rest. Kaysan sat down cross-legged. Ayahanda sat on the bench of his greatness.

"According to my daughter Rinjani's request. The competition will be held from tomorrow at Dalem Istana. Rinjani will be judged by palace gems and grand patih. During the competition, my son Kaysan was not allowed to see, help, or meet Rinjani. Understood?" Kaysan and I clenched their hands in front of their faces, "Understand Father."

"Ayahanda did not interfere in the judgment decision. All Rinjani performance is judged by those who have the authority and share in the success of your leadership. Because Ayahanda was not denied, many people doubted Rinjani to be a candidate for Queen. Father only wants everything you learn in this house you prove in Dalem Istana."

I nodded, the atmosphere was quiet for a moment. Even Kaysan did not say a word. He was silent and just obeyed all the commands of Ayahanda.

My father left after our mutual agreement.

I looked at Kaysan, again many grim veins were visible from the look on his face. A bitterness emanated from his eyes. I tried to smile, even though my heart was at the crossroads of a dilemma.

"Do'akan Rinjani is able to be a qualified companion. Pray Rinjani managed to make the two of us waltz together without any more fear that slalu followed us across the household ark. Even if Rinjani doesn't make it, Rinjani will lose elegantly." I clenched my hand in front of Kaysan, as a last salute before I fought.

His eyelids are blackened because too often stay up late when kicking the verse rukmeksa ing wengi, looks flooded by tears. For the first time in my life, the man who showed pride and his wife let out her tears.

My hand outstretched wiping away her tears, "Cheng!" I said smile.

"I'm sorry I brought you to the brink. Forgive me for the trouble I did. Sorry."

I still smiled, "I chose to be on the edge of the abyss, because there used to be someone who aggressively approached and slowly stole my heart. I am willing to open my heart." I cupped Kaysan with both hands, "I love you, and it still continues."

Kaysan's eyes closed enjoying the touch of a hand as I swept his lips. "I've been longing for two full moons."

"There's still a few minutes before dusk, but you're already crying. Isn't this the last day Kaysan fasted? May God bless us and the universe side with two hearts in love."

Kaysan's eyes were open, there were still tears in the corner of his eyes, "I once expected you to love me, now you're avenging him. And now I've linked my heart to a brave woman like you. If only you hadn't returned my love or just given me a chance to love you. Maybe I don't know what love really means."

Our eyes meet each other, "Your eyes imply shade, your heart implies happiness, even though they do not understand us. Allow Rinjani to be a dutiful wife, but if Rinjani loses. Relieve Rinjani to go." I bowed before Kaysan, honoring Kaysan as a prince.

"Wake up." Kaysan shrugged my shoulders, then he grabbed me tightly. The conscious me held back my tears to not look weak in front of Ayahanda and Kaysan. Finally my cry broke out in Kaysan's arms, "I'm scared. I'm scared." My body is shaking, all out of my control and Kaysan. This should have been a beautiful start for me.

*

There was no sound at dinner, only the sound of the cutlery clinking. While Kaysan chose not to join, he hid in his living room. Shortly after dusk changed night, he asked for ubo rampe and nightly flowers to perform the last ritual of 40 days of his fast.

Dinner's over. My mother asked me to accompany her in the main house, a house I never entered. When following Mother's steps, my mind guessed what she wanted to say, because unlike usual Mother asked me to speak four eyes.

Arriving at the family room, my mother told me to sit down. Mother took an envelope of dark chocolate.

"Read." Mother stalling the letter, I stared at Mother for a moment. My mother assured me.

One by one the contents of the letter I read, occasionally prying to look at Mother. I still can't believe it as well as being helpless, "There are times when being a woman has to be firm in order to take care of many people. But basically the woman is weak if she has dealt with matters of the heart. Careful, Son. But don't be afraid! Trust your conscience." My mother sat beside me, hugging me very tightly, "Confidence and love are nothing if you do not try to strengthen each other. You both struggle, believing there will be a sweet fruit that you created yourself by the way that love works."

I was still silent not knowing what to say. "Mother remain proud of you and Kaysan. Come back, you need rest before tomorrow. The universe will make you fight hard." Mom kissed my cheek.

I stepped foot past the heirloom room where Kaysan was still busy chanting Do'a and incantations. In front of the room was the smell of incense gushing forth giving Kaysan his own calm.

Slalu's heirloom room reminds me of a green shawl. Is now the right time to use it. My head is shaking fast, I can't cheat.

I finally decided to go to the room. Prepare my clothes, because tonight will be the last night I sleep with Kaysan.

The night was getting late, I could not close my eyes. I was restless, I was worried, even Kaysan would not come with me. Many times I just roll over on the bed. Anger invites me to get out of bed.

From this angle I could see all the places where I often spent time with Kaysan's extended family. A place where I was accepted without seeing my past. Love is not enough to convince everyone.

"Why not sleep?"

I looked over, Kaysan smiled.

"Can't sleep, mom."

"Waiting me?" ask Kaysan.

I'm nodding.

"Sorry for a long time and make you wait."

"It's okay." I looked around again.

"We'd better get to the room, in an hour. I'm back to being the Kaysan you missed." I just smiled, then went to follow Kaysan's steps into the room.

I hugged his back, "Can you? If so, then let Rinjani fulfill the desire that had dimmed lately."

Kaysan turned around, looking at me for a moment.

He nodded, my eyes closed.

I felt her warm lips begin to dock on my ranum lips.

Sometimes I feel sick of the situation I am experiencing, but only someone accompanies my trip.

The jokes, laughter, and tears kept me and Kaysan afloat until now.

Until later we will have a little angel who makes the little ripples in our lives more colorful.

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