My Husband is a Ningrat

Chapters 133. [ Chapter left behind ]

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Prapti holy wosing ati

Yayi kang den anti

Mukso wyung datan lewung

Highlight siro kang pinunjul

Gusti moho mukti

Sun suwiji true mring

Sunyo ngombak rogo

Siro kang sun roso

Asmoro wedho wohing

Duh garbaning sun kang ginowo

Secret soul expression love

A painting of heavenly beauty

For my sincere devotion, O mouth of my heart 

It's just you I'm waiting for

The loss of suffering is impossible in the void 

Because your light is always radiating

O glorious god 

Let me live with him 

in perpetuity

When the flowers are silent 

it's wavy in my body 

Only your beauty melts into my race

Wedha's romance literature is my promise

Know that you have already

destined for me

*

...I thrashed....

"Down me mas, put me down!" I flailed Kaysan in the chest. Like action movie scenes, heroes slalu out when the situation is really precarious. Mbok Darmi met with the media and told the truth. Mbok Darmi also dared to swear if what he said could be proven.

"I came, brought you home" said Kaysan lowering my body. On his face there were no disappointed strokes or pathetic strokes. Precisely on his face emanated a thrilling warm feeling.

"Mas... Ayahanda is angry, Daddy must be getting dislike me." I pursed my lips, "Mas really acted out of control. Our path is getting harder." I flailed Kaysan's chest tightening. My eyes were already glazed over, not knowing what else to do with this love story. All I have given, but there is something I have to cry.

"We're going to go and make our own lives. Outside the house, outside the palace." said Kaysan while peeping at my forehead.

"You fought hard. It's time we were happy without any intervention from Ayahanda."

My tears were sobbing in Kaysan's arms.

"Where are we going, mas. Jani doesn't have to go to college... Jani does not want to be a child of disobedience because it has separated father and son. Mas, don't fight with Daddy." I shook Kaysan's arm.

"They don't understand us." said Kaysan calmly.

"But Ayahanda hasn't said who won. It could be Rinjani who wins, right, mas."

Kaysan shook his head, "Although you won in this competition. There are still many parties who will block our steps."

I was at a dilemma intersection.

Follow Kaysan away or surrender to make all this destroyed all in plain sight, "I will choose a divorce with you, mas. We'll choose our own path."

I lifted my rag, in a hurry I headed back to the mischievous ward, "Try it if you dare! I won't hear your voice." Kaysan spread his legs wide beside me, he turned his head and smiled witfully.

"It could still be smiling under these circumstances. My crazy!"

"I'm crazy about you."

I put my feet on the ground.

"This is our love story, this crazy!!!"

The plain bun I was wearing was already irregular, my hair was chaotic. My clothes are no longer regular. Even the keris tucked in front of my stomach was gone somewhere.

"Look, you've been like a madman, let alone the change you're wearing if it sags me who bothers." Kaysan grinned.

"It's good we go now. Before Ayahanda gets angry seeing our love story."

I followed Kaysan's steps limply. "Where are we going? How are you doing in Melbourne?"

I asked when we were in the car.

"We're going to live in Melbourne. We'll live there."

"Living in Melbourne, living abroad" I told myself.

"Far away from it, we can't just live here. Hiding in the countryside. Simple life."

"If that's what you want, I'll do it. But for now we have to pack up before Father closes the main house meeting."

I nodded steadily. In my mind it was good that Kaysan and I left the house. Let us both carve out a longer and deeper love story.

"

We have prepared several suitcases, including important files belonging to Kaysan.

"We're really going to Australia again, aren't we? Then what about my college?" I hurriedly put in my clothes and Kaysan clothes.

"Online school! We're going to the airport right now." The depressed me finally patted my head many times.

"Australia is winter. Wear a jacket and pants. Don't forget to bring a scarf and a hat." said Kaysan, while he himself was busy fiddling with his laptop.

"Can't we try to accept all this." I leaned on Kaysan's shoulder.

"I've tried it. It's just that the more we get here the more things that make our distance even further away. We will celebrate our wedding abroad one year. Just the two of us."

Kaysan sighed, "I'm sorry if as long as I'm with you, I can't make you happy. Sorry, just this way. We can live quietly." Kaysan's eyes glazed over, his voice raspy, his cry held in his throat.

"I'm sorry, my. I'm sorry I loved you, and I took you like me."

"It's not the right time to woo and be sad. Quickly get the stuff." I'm nodding.

The knock on the door of the room made me and Kaysan throw a glance.

"Kay. open, Kay... Let the mother talk."

Kaysan closed his eyes, I knew this was a hard thing for him and Mother, "Talk well with Mother. Rinjani will come out." I pat Kaysan on the shoulder, "Stay here, accompany me." Kaysan held my hand. He looked up, his eyes open, looking red.

"All right, I'm opening the door."

Mother entered, she circulated her gaze, "Where are you going, do not leave Mother here alone" said Mother with a teary face.

"Don't go, Kay. Let Mother persuade Father to cancel his plan."

"No will! The decision letter is in my hands! Let the boy get out of here. Kaysan your son has embarrassed me." Father stood straight at the door. The middle-aged man was carrying a brown envelope which I suspect was a revocation letter for immovable and immovable property.

"Don't use a penny of the money you get from the sugar mills and tea mills you manage. That factory I'll give to your brother, Rama."

Kaysan smiled cynically, "All the coffers of money I made during my leadership have been frozen. No one can use the system I manage including my brother, Rama! If Ayahanda wants the factory, let Rama manage it from NOL!"

In this corner I was amazed to see a family destroyed because of me.

"I'm sorry, Father. Forgive me." I said while worshipping Father. "Don't treat Kaysan like this." My cry broke on the instep of Ayahanda's leg.

"We're leaving, Rinjani." Kaysan pulled my body from in front of Ayahanda. I stood up, Father flinching.

Before I get out of this room. I hugged my mother tightly. "I'm sorry Rinjani, Mother. Forgive us both." We hugged with tears that further broke the contents of the room.

"Kaysan farewell, Mother. Take good care of yourself."

*

"Tego sampean mas, tego!" [you, my heart! ] Mother hit Father's chest hard enough when Kaysan actually left the house.

"Kui sassy, Wi!" [the boy is presumptuous, Wi! ] Father still does not want to lower his ego, but if you see a lot of pain left behind in his heart. The child he hoped to continue leadership in the palace, was willing to give up the title to live with his beloved. Without a fight or scream of regret.

"Tell me who the winner of the dance competition was. Even Rinjani has done nothing wrong!" Mother sent in front of Father. His spirit disappeared with Kaysan who had driven his car to the airport.

"Wi, I was actually just expecting Kaysan to hold back. But the boy was impatient. It is only in this way to punish Kaysan for his presumptuous actions, otherwise the courtiers doubt my professionalism as King and a father. Moreover, you see for yourself the behavior of your son kissing his wife in public, it's already a violation of manners." My father helped my mother stand up.

"Let my children determine their happiness. You also know who the winner is. My daughter has learned a lot." Ayahanda holds the body of Mother.

"Your son will be fine, let them have fun in his place. Don't worry, I've educated your son to be a tough man." Ayahanda closed her eyes, with a long sigh.

"Dhanangjaya educated Kaysan, not you! You're busy looking for a wife, forget about me and Kaysan." Cela Mother.

Like young people who are fighting, Father and Mother are still in a state of anger can not, away unable.

"I will make an announcement of the results of the competition and clarify about the marriage of Kaysan and Rinjani, Calm down." Ayahanda seduced Mother, only Mother still sulked in her way. A very funny way for his age. Mother melengos, he continued to bring up the promise of Ayahanda when the father asked permission to marry again.

"Wi, I will continue the next period. Let Kaysan enjoy his wedding."

"Wi. if you don't talk, I'll find another wife." Goda Ayahanda's.

"Wi... Understand that there is a burden and responsibility for everything that has been entrusted to guard the nagari Hadiningrat. Not just a position that can make everything in front of the eyes. It's about the dignity of nagari." [nagari: country ]

Because it's already itching with the seduction of Ayahanda who does not work. Mother stood up, "It should be that when we are already dusk, we can be happy with our children and grandchildren. Not like this." Mother came out of Kaysan's room, she brought a Hello Kitty doll that Rinjani left behind.

"Duh Gusti." Ayahanda pinched her forehead temples. "Tresno cen marak'e crazy!" [Love is crazy! ]

*

Kaysan and Rinjani have been airborne over the Indian Ocean accompanied by kinasih servants who defected the Ayahanda order.

"Iki sing jeneng'e motor home." [This is called an airplane; an airplane ]

"Iki manuk mabur, nanging manuk'e ora iso ngendog." [It's a flying bird, but the bird can't lay eggs ]

"Iki manuk 'e lanang. Ora iso nanging ndue endog." [This is a male bird. They can't lay eggs but have eggs. ]

I held my laughter when I heard the absurd and hilarious chatter of Mbah Atmoe and Eyang Dhanangjaya.

They were brought to Australia by Kaysan as a form of self-disappearance from the crowd and the pursuit of the media.

"Mas.." call me.

Kaysan smiled, "I'm so sorry."

"Sorry for what?" many wonder.

"These wastes need entertainment and never get on a plane. Sorry if you'll be troublesome with their complaints." Kaysan smiled meaningfully.

While my eyes are round, the complaint is in the form of colds, jetlag and bone joints are linu.

The absurd conversations continue to be overwritten with guyon waton ala abdi kinasih Kaysan's choice. Seven hours on the air with them is like hearing the way of people who are playing the play. [Kinasih : very dear, dear ]

Somehow the storyline that I will go through with Kaysan later in Australia.

The gods of romance are still on our side. On the rope of love that binds the soul.

Season 1 END to this chapter.