My Husband is a Ningrat

Chapters 131. [Saddened by ]

The news that Kaysan was alienated during the time leading to the competition is something that worries me. In this room I curled up, thinking where my husband was.

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Her husband sat on the sidewalk, sipping a cigarette in his hand. A few cigarettes were already scattered in front of his feet. His face was chaotic, battered by the soldiers of Ayahanda.

Cigarette smoke rolled around, again hit his face. His eyes were red, his jaw was hardened. The spirit of his life collapsed, when Nurmala Sari gave news if she approved the jogging contest that Ayahanda entrusted.

That afternoon after Kaysan did an interview with reporters about him being in love with a palace dancer. Kaysan was dragged into a special room that contained his father and soldiers.

If Rinjani is going to duel another five days, Kaysan is already in demand for duel today as well. The soldiers of Ayahanda's choice took turns, fighting against Kaysan. Certainly not freestyle combat, there are certain rules and prohibitions. However, Kaysan who had already burned with anger. Destroying the soldiers of Ayahanda, no lives were lost. Just tipped off the ER patient name list.

The frog car stopped right behind Kaysan's car. He shook his head to know about Kaysan's situation now. His clothes were still covered in blood, the corners of his lips turning blue.

"Go home, mas." Nanang sat down beside Kaysan. They both hold a cigarette in their hand and take a sip.

Non-descript... Kaysan ignored Nanang's words. He still smokes cigarette smoke from his nostrils.

"Most cigarettes will make you die quickly, Mas. And, Rinjani will be a widow!"

Kaysan turned his head and screeched, "Don't you like, Nang. Wouldn't that be an opportunity to approach, Rinjani again?" Kaysan smiled cynically.

"I still want a virgin, Mom. I still want a narrow hole." Nanang smiled broadly, "Rinjani, it's hollow. There's been a lot of footprints you left, my dear."

"Suck!" For the first time Kaysan cursed in front of his sister.

"Rinjani likes the big, likes the tough-tough. As for me, just watch porn get wet and stiffen."

Kaysan chuckled for a moment, "Go home, I don't need your entertainment." Kaysan patted Nanang on the shoulder, "It's impossible for you to watch porn, just your wits."

Nanang stepped on his cigarette butt, "Rinjani is not as weak as you imagine, Mas. She is a cheerful girl who hides her pain. He has his own place in the hearts of the people who know him. I will be behind the scenes, while I only need to make Rinjani the only wife. That's my message as her ex-boyfriend and your sister." Nanang stood up, "Don't be disappointed to be a filler in the future."

Nanang left, leaving Kaysan who was still pensive on his own.

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The news of his reign I danced to get the heart of a Prince, spreading so widely from mouth to mouth. Social media continues to herd news, so many friends Rinjani dikampus make the issue a hot topic of conversation. There are indifferent, there are also groups 'there is rice ready to support', not least Anisa. He was terlogoh-pogoh chasing Nanang in the campus corridor. His breath gasping,

"So right?"

Nanang turned his head for a moment, "What?"

"Rinjani and your brother?"

"You know?"

"Where, Rinjani? Where is he now?" Anisa was already impatient when Nanang even asked a question.

"Rinjani. Just come to the bad bangs, if you want to support her." Nanang passed, but Anisa's hand blocked her hand, "I want to say something."

In the language class, Anisa recounts when Rinjani asked for help translating Kawi language written by someone.

"Who are you really?"

"I'm Anisa. His classmate Rinjani." Anisa held out a hand.

"I'm not asking you to meet." Tepis Nanang with his martial will. Anisa smiled wryly, while pulling back her hand.

"Just like that, Rinjani dared to say that he loved the rector. It turns out they were dating. Not to mention Rinjani was ever in the rector's room, so they stole time to meet." Anisa spoke to herself, with red cheeks imagining Rinjani and Kaysan dating in the rectorate.

"Dreamed of her?" nanang Cela.

"Alright I'll be behind Rinjani." Anisa clenched her hands and she lifted into the air.

*

Ms. Rosmini who was busy looking at the infotainment in front of the television was agape to see Rinjani's face behind the glass screen.

"This fast, Nduk!" Mrs Rosmini's eyes glazed over, "You must be in trouble, O Allah forgive Rinjani's sins and stretch your way to happiness." Ms. Rosmini accepted her prayers. He rushed to the house of the head of RT and an ustadz to conduct a study at his residence.

"Sir, gather the arisan mothers in four days. Bring a broom, pot, spatula, pan, serok, if necessary bring a gas stove and bakwan flour!" Mrs Rosmini. His child who has physical limitations points to himself.

"You're coming! Prove that my daughter Rinjani can also sign." Gago's smile widened, his hands clapping. His head repeatedly nodded.

"I'm preparing a detergent team, ma'am. Rinse thoroughly!" reply Mak'e no less enthusiastic.

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From a faraway corner of town. A construction worker carries a daily newspaper from his workplace.

"Miss Jani." Tian pointed at the large printed photo of Rinjani on the front page of the newspaper. Fad opened the newspaper carried by the paklik. [Children: Om ]

Tian accidentally saw the face of his English teacher whom he had longed for. "Dadi Iki excusene Miss Jani ra tau ndene. The conco-konkoku kudu reti." [So this is why Miss Jani was never here. My friends should know. ]

Tian rushed to take a bath, put on a cocoa shirt and rushed to the surau to teach and broadcast important news. Toa voice contains an ultimatum to all residents who live and know Rinjani, asked to join towards the palace.

Who are the residents who do not know Rinjani, thanks to the arrival of a man who is looking for a mooring of the heart. The study room that was originally only carpeted is now turned ceramic, the walls turn into cement walls, and the roof will not collapse in a storm or heavy rain.

The economy that was originally in the lower position, turned into a MSME thanks to the help of experts and civil servants who began to empower people who have great potential to become qualified human resources.

Rinjani never flaps her wings, she flies in her own way forming a beauty. Simple beauty to enjoy a life far from perfect.

Metal music is like music that makes it stand firm, become a figure who is what it is, his cheerful smile and his ridiculousness has been attached to the hearts of anyone who knows him, he said, no exception Kaysan who has made her Queen in his heart.

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The stressful days I go through with grief. I like it because there are so many people who help me, but the suffering is also many people who doubt me.

The nights I went through were unsettled. The sounds continued to interrupt my night's rest. There is only human behavior to incite other humans. I'm not forcing myself to accept my existence, it's just that I don't like it if anyone bothers me.

Seonggok longs for this to be a troublemaker of my heart, lest the masked man be the easy target of my irritation.

After gathering courage and carrying one flagship weapon 'cabe spray', I quietly followed the person I peeked at from behind the window.

The guy's not so tall, not too short. I'll make sure he's a boy, 'cause he's wearing a scabbard to cover his head. If he is the culprit, let him overheat feeling the cayenne pepper I mixed with the powdered pepper.

The situation was quite quiet and dim, behind the pillar he began his action. Behind the other pillar I began to ambush him.

"Who are you?" tanyaku lirih holding his shoulder. He was glued for a moment, then ambushed my hand and twisted it.

"Shut up and keep it secret! Otherwise your hand will break." I smiled wryly, I have never issued a sharp move other than the style of snacking.

Spray bottle I took out of my pants pocket. Many times the spray hit his face. He nodded and took my hand off. This time I pulled the scabbard on his head. "Parto!" My eyes were round in disbelief, he wanted to boycott the competition!

"Wellhead! I asked Gusti the prince to look after you, instead of in a chilli spray." His lips mishuh many times, because I could not bear to pull him towards the water faucet near the park. [misuh : cursing ]

"Where's the story?" I asked after his eyes improved a little.

"Long... The point is just to keep an eye out quietly." replied Parto.

"Silent but brisik, I'm ra iso turu." [I couldn't sleep] I watched the surroundings, "Have come home, give my miss to Kaysan. And, I'm sorry I'm suspicious."

On this late day, I was able to breathe a sigh of relief. Either tomorrow morning, because it will be my last day to undergo a special ritual before the competition is held.

POV mix. Rinjani and author. Happy Reading 💚