My Husband is a Ningrat

Season 2's. [Winter in Melbourne ]

...MELBOURNE...

Melbourne's winter temperatures can reach as low as 6° Celsius. For Asian skin like us, this extreme temperature makes us shiver, especially for old skin Dhanangjaya and Mbah Atmoe. Sometimes there is regret in my mind. Mbah Atmoe and eyang Dhanangjaya were not supposed to come with us to the Australian continent.

The cold temperature here caused the two of them to just laze in front of the fireplace. Things rarely done by courtiers.

"Why not, let them rest here" said Kaysan, as I repeatedly persuaded him to bring home Mbah Atmoe and eyang Dhanangjaya to return to the land of Java. I was worried about the health of the two old men whom I had considered grandfather.

The cold air froze the Melbourne sky tonight. Makes us reluctant to do activities outside the home. Wine and spicy corn soup were warming foods other than the male body sitting behind me. He hugged me while enjoying the end of the day towards the age of one year of our marriage.

Like a family in general. We choose to warm the atmosphere by telling the joy. I wonder if Mbok Darmi is here. The atmosphere will be warmer with special dishes made by Mbok Darmi. Mbok Darmi chose to stay back to the house of Ayahanda and become a kinasih servant Mother. His promise is certain and he must keep it.

I've been in Melbourne for a month with my girlfriend, Father and Kaysan kinasih servants.

Our domestic life was filled with laughter, and absurd stories full of meaning told by Eyang Dhanangjaya and Mbah Atmoe.

"It's time for my children's rest, if there's enough stories that can be the soul of both of you." Eyang Dhanangjaya clutched his blanket. It tightened until only his face remained.

"Sleep in my room, it's cold" said Kaysan, helping me to my feet. Lack of sunlight makes my body often linu. For weeks I've had to adapt to the cold weather here. Snow is beautiful for Elsa, but not for me. At first my feet stepped on the snow, the night I had a fever, a cold. Until you call me 'ndeso', it looks like a native Australian who is immune to winter.

"This is enough. Sleep with your wife." sahut eyang. His eyes were closed, hinting that there was no other answer but to go to the room.

Kaysan smiled, adding a wooden block to the fireplace to keep warm until morning.

*

The night shows at half eleven. Kaysan and I sat on the edge of the bed. Kaysan's smile like that made me blush in shame.

"What?" my many.

"You are warm but not a glass of wine" he replied. Wine with 0 alcohol content is the drink of choice during winter in addition to a cup of warm tea with cinnamon powder.

"Then?" I pretended not to know.

A friendly kiss landed on my forehead, until other kisses landed on my lips, my ear lobe and the niche of my neck.

The knit sweater I was wearing was already exposed from my body. Until the bra strap starts to come down through my arm.

Kaysan cupped both my breasts gently, teasing my shoots with his lips.

Not only do kids love winter, this kind of warmth is why men love it. They will make excuses if they want warmth. The warmth that strikes the organs of pleasure.

Didn't wait long. The 200cmx120cm bed is already our favorite place to make love.

...The narrower the bed, the more epic the way of making love....

One of the things that made me happy was Kaysan's breath turning raucous. When pleasure continues to occur for a long time.

"Honey, let go." whispered Kaysan, his melodious voice made my body tremble even more violently.

My head is hanging on the edge of the bed. Many times I experienced a release, Kaysan's already sweaty arm pulled at me. He came back to kiss my lips.

"I should have brought the stimulant that Dimas gave me." Kaysan grinned widely.

"I want to see you, tease me like that night." she explained, holding my body.

After spending more than a round together. Kaysan blinked for a while then smiled with satisfaction.

"Should I expect winter to continue?" ask Kaysan.

His hands helped me get out of bed.

"Why?" I wiped the sweat off Kaysan temple.

Kaysan went to the bathroom, he prepared warm water to wash our bodies.

"Come here, clean your body and then we celebrate our wedding anniversary." Kaysan looked out of the bathroom.

"Yes..." I ran small, crossing my hands to cover my chest.

"Hm... Isn't there a pajama towel?" Kaysan. "You again?" Eyebrows up and down. Lips smile.

I punched her in the chest, "Even older brother, sister is not strong."

"Adinda. Tomorrow I'm going to go find a job."

Under the shower I cleaned my body, as quickly as possible because the night was getting colder, "Hmm. The money from the sale of the house used to be not enough for our lives here." obviously again while giving me a pajama towel. I came out of the bathroom and put on a new nightgown.

"Are you really going back to the University of Melbourne?"

"Yes, there's only one place that can accept me."

I snatched away an annoyance, "Eyes don't go wrong. Remember the wife at home!"

Kaysan poured water and drank it. "I remember my jealous wife who liked to act like she wanted to." Kaysan pulled out the blanket and coiled behind it.

"I'm jealous of love. Not because of anything." I said as I stroked Kaysan's chest.

"Is that?" Kaysan held my hand,

"If there's no skewer, are you still in love?" Kaysan squinted his eyes. I thought long enough.

"If there are no breasts, what is still love?" That was my answer when I was confused by turning the question around.

"Lust and conscience are complex, two things that make humans form the other soul's rope." [the soul's cord: the umbilical cord between mother and fetus]

Kaysan clutched me, "My love unconditionally. "I was left to enjoy the gentle caress of Kaysan's hand.

The story after making love he told, along with the philosophy of life that he learned from the eyes of Dhanangjaya and other spiritual teachers.

I yawned, and nodded.

"Rinjani will study it well and carefully." A sweet kiss landed on my forehead.

*

The news related to the sacking of Kaysan as crown prince, made Ayahanda give the royal order to find the truth of Kaysan, in return there will be a prize that will be given to the winner. More and more parties disagree with the opinion of Father who will make the first child of the second wife as the crown prince.

Kaysan and I did close all communication with the house or other colleagues, but we did not close the news related to the living conditions in the palace.

Our departure has made a lot of considerations in choosing who will be the successor to the throne. Especially after it was announced on a large scale who won the competition, many people are demanding the approval of a new policy in the palace. Surely this is not something easy. There should be plenty of deliberation and fair consensus that means for the common good.

*

The cold this morning made me laze on the bed. The thick fog feels so thick out there. There was not a single sun that entered the room.

"Happy wedding anniversary, Rinjani." Kaysan brought a cupcake of cheese with a small candle lit.

"Happy wedding anniversary too, Mas." I covered my face, embarrassed. Kaysan was already gallant and fragrant, whereas I was still flinching under the covers.

"Make a request." Kaysan sat on the edge of the bed, I moved while tidying up my hair. Sitting close together, our eyes closed.

There is Doa and hope when the candle is blown and fading its smoke.

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