My Husband is a Ningrat

Season 2's. [My introvert husband ]

"What's my granddaughter, why do you realize that you're just daydreaming?" Eyang Dhanangjaya sat in front of me.

"Bored with eyes." I said, I still lay down on the sofa. Turn on the television that broadcasts the latest news.

"Eyang, did Kaysan mas in the school approach a lot?" my many. Lately, it feels lonely indeed whack the heart. Moreover, the days leading up to the theatrical stage are the most thrilling days for all performers as well as teachers.

"Your husband is responsible for his work. He's just a professional doing the thing he's on now." Eyang Dhanangjaya smiled.

"It wasn't that Eyang was Kaysan's nanny since childhood. Tell me how was Kaysan's childhood."

Eyang laughed, he looked away memories 35 years ago. When an orok came out of Garba Mother's Cave.

A boy who became the forerunner of the future King. His skin was white, covered in blood and placental fluid. Shut up, don't cry like everyone else.

"Having been quiet since birth, he has not troubled his mother. Only when he's hungry will he cry out loud."

Eyang Dhanangjaya laughed, he shook his head, "My grandson is a secret."

...I nodded....

"Your husband was still wetting his bed when he was five."

I laughed, "Again, eyed. Tell me again." My love. Studying Kaysan's childhood seemed necessary. So that I know later the fetus that I bear more like who.

"Before until now, if you are in the pendopo agung must use kejawen clothes. But your husband ngeyel, he was born a dissident, especially now that his wife is involved in the process of insubordination."

...Eyang was still laughing....

"Little Kaysan is like that, he doesn't want to be arranged, he just wants to do what he likes. Eventually, Rama was born. He took over the attention of Ayahanda, the two children from the beginning did not get along, Kaysan who has a hard and arbitrary nature, met with Rama who has a quiet and obedient nature. Kaysan was jealous, slowly he began to learn manners in the palace and palace paugeran."

Eyang Dhanangjaya sighed.

"The two children had the title of prince as a teenager, but Ayahanda was not interested in raising Rama his favorite son as a future King. He preferred Kaysan to continue his position. For him the blood of Kaysan so depicts the blood of Sultan Agung. But not for that one, Kaysan is as loyal as Juwita Ningrat."

"Do you also know, why until now mas Kaysan became quiet, and did not want to express his complaints?"

"Time and life lessons that made it what it is today. You were lucky when you met Kaysan, he gave everything. Just leave him like that, you and your son are quite accompanying him. Because he's doing what's best for you, too." The explanation of Dhanangjaya eyes is quite large to make me understand, if Kaysan is indeed a complete package of a husband. He will take responsibility for everything he decides, and he knows the risks. Should I be happy, above all the wounds that once scratched Kaysan's heart. Until he prefers to be, My introvert husband.

"What do you think, I'm an unlucky carrier?"

"My grandson, no one is considered a pesky carrier. All babies born have purity, sincerity and honesty. It's just that there's a fate line. Whether the adult will be like what, then every baby born must be willing to arrange and arranged. Especially for the descendants of Ningrat."

"Eyang, don't you get angry when Kaysan asks you to come here? Moreover, eyang is old, it should be resting at home with grandchildren and family."

"Eyang is accustomed to wandering, and this is where he accompanies the eyang grandchildren who need the joys of life, so that later you and Kaysan can stand upright with a strong mind." He stood up, "That will teach you meditation, that your soul may be quiet."

Meditating? That was beyond my estimation.

*

The back garden is a place that is chosen by Dhanangjaya to do meditation. The atmosphere was calm and cool, making meditation this time with ease. Especially before I decide to agree to an eye-to-eye request. I filled my stomach a lot.

After ingsun's intention. I sat cross-legged with my back straight. My eyes were closed, focusing on the classical theories of life spoken by Dhanangjaya's eyes.

"Every thought, word, and deed must be accountable."

My mind was focused only on Kaysan. All the words I said were not far from Kaysan.

The only thing I did was for Kaysan.

The center of my life is only on the man who has put the seed in my womb.

Until that touch began to crawl my body. The touch of a man that is the center of my mind.

I chuckled small. The gentle touch was very confusing. But this really bothers me.

I tried to shake that hand. Hollowly.

"That's why if all you have in mind is Kaysan. The purpose of meditation is to empty the mind to create a clear atmosphere in your body" said eyang Dhanangjaya.

I got caught making a mistake.

"Sorry eyang. Kaysan is the center of my life."

"Thank you."

The sound came from behind me. I opened my eyes, I saw Kaysan already standing beside the door. Is she really my husband, or just a momentary hallucination because I miss her too much.

"Eyang. Is he real?"

"Let's just watch, did his foot hit the floor?" eyang.

"Yes eyang. He stepped on the floor and smiled broadly."

"Hail."

"What meda?"

"He-he-he. Mas Kaysan really came home."

"Yes, there's not much to do" he explained. I smiled happily.

"Mbah Atmoe is teaching me meditation, but I can't yet. Because I'm haunting my mind." I rubbed Kaysan's chest.

"Mas must be tired, we better leave Mbah Atmoe here." I asked full intent.

"Meditation can't be done just once in a while, you should know that." Kaysan grabbed my shoulder, he invited me to the dining room.

"Have you had milk?" Kaysan stood in front of the coffee maker. His hands are cluttered with coffee beans.

"Mas hasn't been?"

"Not yet."

We both laughed.

"Please be in the second trimester soon."

The smoke of the coffee was soaring. The sound of water in the bathroom. Makes this afternoon so warm to pass up.

"There's a lot of new things I know. Believe me, Kaysan is a tough stud."

"When you get pregnant, you praise me more. What was? Do I look pathetic." Kaysan squinted his eyes.

"I don't praise, but it's reality. I don't want to get away from you, Mas."

"You're bucin?" ask Kaysan.

"Ha-ha-ha. We are slaves who are blinded by love. Already ah. Jani get the change of clothes ready. Mas bath. Smell acemm." I flank my nose. Pretend to smell with Kaysan's armpit smell.

The nosy Kaysan pulled my hand and buried my face in his armpits.

I thrashed, I hit Kaysan in the chest. He's getting laugh. Kaysan's armpit smell was really pungent. Not what I thought before.

I'm nauseous...

As much as I could, I released myself from Kaysan's grip.

Kaysan who was satisfied with me took off his hand. He chuckled, but his face instantly turned into panic as

my face is red withholding vomiting.

I ran quickly into the bathroom.

The contents of my stomach crept up, until my mouth spouted bitter and bitter liquid.

Kaysan massaged my back neck. He patted my back.

Imagining the smell of Kaysan's armpits makes me nauseous again.

"Sorry, brother. Sorry." said Kaysan regretfully.

I washed my face and vomited in the closet.

"What you're doing is NASTY, ma'am!"

"I didn't mean it, brother. I guess you still like the smell of my armpits."

"I love it, but this baby doesn't like it. The bamboo!" Selorohku.

Kaysan smiled knot.

"Not yet born, he does not like his father. My heart is sad, brother." Kaysan rubbed my stomach.

"What's the bad dad? Is it because I haven't been with you lately? Say?" He spoke to the stomach which did not yet stand out.

I rubbed the tip of Kaysan's head.

"Mas is not evil. This kid is spoiled, he wants good."

"Because this kid was made for good deeds, Jani."

"I'm limp, I threw up. We better get to the room. And, I hope the game takes a bath."

I walked towards the room, while Kaysan went to the kitchen to make some warm tea. He also advised not to make dinner. Because he will take over my duties.

Eyang Dhanangjaya said. Kaysan is not easy to guess. What he did was surprising. Especially for me, being a woman and a wife must want to organize and arranged. Because I am another reflection of Kaysan.

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