My Husband is a Ningrat

Chapters. 132 [Asmaradana ]

Today comes, the day that new history will be re-engraved.

With a timid attitude I began to set foot among the crowd of people who crowded the golden ward.

I have surrendered myself to the owner of the universe. Either being a ningrat or going home brings defeat. I'm ready for everything that's going to happen.

"In death we trust, In brutality we blast." [in death we believe, in our brutality of explosion - slogan Indonesia death metal ]

The crowd wearing black t-shirts and trousers smiled at me. His hands raised showing the symbol metal🤘

"We proud you, Rinjani. Be the next queen." [We are proud of you, Rinjani. Be the next queen. ]

I ventured to look one at a time at those people. Nanang who should be among the children of Ayahanda, was in the front row to be a cheerleader, as well as Nina. His face is tangled, plus the existence of Aswin and his lover makes him want to vent emotions between the duel Rinjani and Nurmala Sari. If only this were a metal concert. I've made sure, the screams to ask for water will surely be heard. But unfortunately, there are manners that must be obeyed by the visitors to the Kencana ward not to scream or make a noise.

Adjacent to them, there are a group of mothers who wear gamis and khimar with uniform motifs. The Genk chief was none other than Ms. Rosmini. His eyes glazed over, his lips clamoring over Do'a. However, what made me smile sweetly was their luggage. A bag of tomatoes, cucumbers, potatoes and noni. But for what? Isn't this not a cooking competition or an audition looking for the talent of MasterChef Indonesia. Kitchen equipment is also brought. God, if I hadn't numbed my soul, I would've laughed while mocking them all.

"Miss Jani...!"

"Miss Jani...!"

The kids are so sweet, like their skin color. Wearing his alakadar clothes and accompanied by their parents. Tian, hd. Bring one bunch of bananas, cassava, peanuts and garden crops in the season of beef jerky. What a great collaboration with Genk Bu Rosmini. If I lose, I'll make a soup kitchen and cook their luggage. Especially supported by the many miles of rice sacks brought by Broto dimejo. The old bandot who took his thugs to the badges.

Rinjani camp is like a group of begajulan who bring tribute to the King.

I smile. Getting to know them in the span of destiny and story, makes them form a family for me.

It is different from the Nurmala Sari. Their stronghold of antheng-antheng alone [silently ]. No one voices or brings abundant crops. However, the war is authoritative and full of ambition.

*

Entering the golden ward, jasmine flowers and red roses were already scattered all over the floor.

In the throne chair. The King and Queen, already seated together, they looked harmonious and special.

On the other side of this ward there were also palace higher ups and a team of appraisers sitting cross-legged. So are the soldiers who maintain the continuity of the event.

Arriving in front of Father. I did the dhodhok practice of handing over a nice bouquet of evening flowers, white lilies and white roses.

"The intention of ingsun is to glare at the competition." I clenched my hands together as a respectful behavior. He smiled, "I guessed." I nodded, then retreated the steps. [My intention was to race ]

Sitting in front of Father. Someone who is my rival comes. Wearing the same clothes as me. Her hair was a plain bun and tucked in a keris in the entanglement of a green shawl tied around her waist.

He did the same thing in front of Father.

Ayahanda. The low spirits of the audience present in the dancing contest also fell silent to hear the King's word.

Me and Nurmala Sari nodded. "Sendiko dhawuh, Sultan Agung Adiguna Pangarep."

After that the court heard the gamelan and the sindens began to develop ancient Javanese themes.

Nurmala and I stood up. We did a respectful salute before performing a sacred dance that took over an hour.

Before this day came, I had already performed a special ritual that made the Sukma and my soul ready. No fear, no bitterness wallowing from my heart. I have all expressed.

For this time I just expected the god of romance to descend from the sky and say that I and Kaysan already love each other in the bonds of sacred promise on paper.

Dendang gamelan continues to flow melodiously like a song of longing. I don't know how many minutes of time have passed. But it feels like it's just beginning. My body is getting full of gamelan rhythms. My smile and Nurmala Sari reciprocated, as if there was nothing we were fighting over in this competition. While the man who became a gift, did not appear the trunk of his nose. Where is Kaysan, has he escaped from this city. And, choose to hide.

The sweat started to wash over our bodies. Making this bad-ass ward room even hotter and wilder.

I have to admit, the Nurmala Sari movement is more flexible. He really did the pakems in dancing.

*

Cheers and loud applause rang out filling the golden ward. The appraiser team was busy recording the values I got after completing the dance of the strong connector of romance ego. They were anxiously awaiting the announcement of who would be the winner. The battle of prestige and love never won a total victory, there are still other battles that must be defeated. Like a fight between ego and lust that increasingly makes humans greedy with circumstances.

Me and Nurmala Sari sat down before Ayahanda and those who held great decisions. Even if I win, I still have to go through a tough journey to the royal throne.

Compromise and big discussions are really going on up there. The smell of defeat began to smell the aroma. I'm starting to get nervous. While Nurmala Sari was still silent with her graceful attitude.

Everyone looked back and looked in disbelief at his presence. The voice of the man I missed came.

Kaysan brought Abdi Dalem who understood the story of the two of us. Mbok Darmi, Mbah Atmoe, and Eyang Dhanangjaya. They stood behind Kaysan.

"I will tell you the truth. That I have married and made love to a girl named Rinjani Alianda Princess." Kaysan handed over important papers to the palace officials and media crews vigorously recording and photographing extraordinary events. Father stood up, "You have sassy my son!"

My chest is pounding. What are you doing, mas. My inner.

"There is or is not a contest that Father did. Rinjani and I are inseparable husbands and wives!" Kaysan showed us the photos that Sadewa had shot secretly while we were in Australia.

Nurmala Sari smiled, "I've guessed. My existence here is not to block the path of your love story. My existence is only here to fulfill the request of Father. For me our love story is over with Kaysan. I also expected nothing with this incident, other than just being a tough testing team of both of you love." Nurmala Sari left, she brought her supporters to pass out of the crowd who were stuck in disbelief with the truth that happened.

Ayahanda gave the order to the soldiers to disperse time. The situation was really precarious, anger was already emanating from his face.

"Children's happiness is the happiness of parents, Sul. Let your child be happy. She's sacrificed a lot to turn Rinjani into a wife." Dhanangjaya spoke up, "I testified" he continued, handing over files while searching for information about Lastri's mother.

Kaysan approached me, he pulled my hand to stand up. I thought Kaysan didn't care and chose to run. "I'll still be yours." His whisper.

I'm taking a breath. He really became a man, for me, for our children.

The atmosphere was already so quiet, there were only us who still had business.

A palace official handed over

paper roll. Father still looked furious, standing up and showing his haughty attitude.

Ayahanda issued a strict decree on his decision.

"Prince Haryo Kaysan Adiguna Pangarep. With this I decided on the presumptuous actions you took. Abandon the title and leave the palace. Go with the love that blinds your heart."

Kaysan nodded, he pulled my hand away from the golden ward. "Mas, where are we going? Mom, don't do this!" I forcefully pulled my hand and ran a little towards Ayahanda. "Cancel the decree of Father, Rinjani willing to leave here and divorced Kaysan mas. Kaysan was not banished from the palace."

Kaysan took a breath, witnessed directly by the courtiers and palace officials. Kaysan took me in his arms and kissed my lips.

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