My Husband is a Ningrat

Season 2's. [ Two lovebirds ]

Up to this point, I still give thanks for being reunited with Kaysan. The grown man who took me for a ride in the household that I never thought of before.

This is more than enough, I can't be greedy to linger here with Kaysan. It was time to go back, fix the mess. Father must have missed Kaysan too. Vice versa. Even so my mind churned. I'm afraid Father will not accept my son later, especially this child is not entirely blue blood.

"Are we living here forever?" ask me while sitting next to Kaysan.

"Aren't you at home?" Kaysan clasped my hand, "Why?"

"I miss arguing with you, ma'am."

Kaysan's brows furrowed, "You want to fight?" I'm nodding.

"What kind of desire is that, weird!"

"As long as I was pregnant, I never had any weird cravings." I smiled at jail.

"You don't ask for weird food, all the food you eat. But your behavior is even stranger." Sinis Kaysan insinuated.

"The hormone of pregnancy is taking hold of me, mas. It's like it's not me." I said as I took off his hand.

"If I'm fat and my stomach is a lot of Stretch Mark how, mas still want to make love to me, mas no desire to have a wife anymore?"

Possessively, Kaysan dropped his head on my thigh. He has peppered my stomach many times.

"One wife I've been dizzy thinking about. Especially having many wives. My knees are long, long."

I laughed, I pinched Kaysan's stomach.

"Try now the condition is in turn. If I'm fat and not as brave now do you still want to be with me?"

I thought for a long time. My imagination suddenly collapsed imagining a fat Kaysan, I quickly shook my head.

"The gym has to be a regular exercise!" I'm clumsy to answer.

Kaysan laughed, "Why? Doesn't love not look at the physical."

"It's not so."

"Then?"

I was too lazy to answer.

Instantly Kaysan laughed, "Sometimes verbal is indeed dangerous, Dik. So be careful." I hit Kaysan's arm.

"It's not that I don't accept mas as it is, but that fat mas is impossible. The burden of our lives is a lot, especially soon we have children. We will stay up late and that keeps us from being overweight. It's ah, mas naughty."

Kaysan pinched my cheek, "Endut!"

*

Although already dating, Nanang and Anisa still do not understand whether there is love between them. They're a stupid couple who still don't acknowledge love amid doubts about being together.

"What is metal music like this?" Anisa shouted in Nanang's ear. Accustomed to hearing the soothing canticles, he was taken to the RRI auditorium to see a metal concert. He was surprised not to play when the frenetic distortion of the electric guitar stomped his eardrum, "I don't like it, let's go home!"

Nanang sighed, he pulled Anisa's hand out of the building.

In the parking area where Vespa Nanang is parked. Nanang helps Anisa to wear a helmet.

Anisa was pensive, Nanang did not respond to her dislike of metal music.

"angry? Why silence?" ask Anisa.

"Let's take me home" said Nanang.

He's turning on the vespas, but it looks like the Vespas are working on him, "Shit!" as for Nanang, but it looks like Anisa also feels if the curse is also for her.

"No need to go home, just wait until the concert is over" said Anisa while persuading Nanang to stop blowing her vespanya.

"Not that you don't like. Sorry the vespanya broke down. Can you go home with an online motorcycle?" said Nanang regretted.

"My, not dislike. Just need to get used to it." said Anisa, she lowered her head.

Nanang shook his head with Anisa's behavior, "Sorry maybe this is too fast for you to adapt" said Nanang. He took off Anisa's helmet and put it back on the bike.

"You want to have dinner first? The cover band's still an hour away from playing." Bring Nanang. Anisa replied with a nod.

Until half eleven o'clock at night. Anisa and Nanang are still inside the RRI auditorium. Anisa just kept quiet and stood behind Nanang. Occasionally Nanang shrugged his head enjoying the music distortion.

"Don't you have to take care of your behavior as the King's son?" whispered Anisa. Unknowingly this was the closest position to the two of their faces. Nanang turned his head and his lips hit Anisa's cheek.

Anisa blushed, she held her cheek.

Nanang misbehaved, he did not think that his lips had been charming Anisa's cheek, "Sorry."

"You've apologized twice, ma'am."

said Anisa, she actually increasingly tightened her hand grip on Nanang's arm.

"It won't go away, just calm down."

Nanang chuckled, it felt like he wanted to catch Anisa's head. It was not that Anisa was angry that Nanang accidentally kissed her cheek. Anisa was really happy.

Danger. Inner Nanang.

His heart was hot not because of the metal concert atmosphere, his heart was made fireworks because Anisa was getting stuck on his body.

"Tomorrow I'll buy clothes like those guys." Appoint Anisa to a group of female Metalheads whose hair is no longer neat. Even the smell of perfume had disappeared from their bodies. Sweats also appear to wet their foreheads.

"For what?"

"Tomorrow after college. Now, there's something I have to face. Your father." Nanang smiled jail. Anisa patted Nanang on the shoulder, she chuckled knowing that Nanang was afraid of her Father.

Nanang chose to leave his vespanya at the security guard post. He will pick it up tomorrow morning after the mechanic checks the condition of his vespas.

"How do we go home?" Anisa is looking for a passing taxi.

"There's my sister." Nanang took his phone, he called Sadewa.

At home, Sadewa cursed in annoyance. He pulled his jacket and car keys.

There-there's just an anger trigger! No Kaysan mas, Nanangpun mas so. Those who are dating, I'm the one who bothered.

Time has shown eleven o'clock at night. There are already many vehicles coming out of the RRI auditorium parking area.

Nanang and Anisa sat on the sidewalk while waiting for Sadewa to come.

"Are you allowed to date?" ask Nanang. Anisa hesitated.

"Related?"

"You're my first love." Anisa replied shyly.

Nanang flicked his finger on Anisa's forehead, "Meaning I have to get ready to be angry at your father for taking his daughter away late at night."

Nanang put up a death cry.

Anisa shamed, "Mr won't be angry if she finds out my boyfriend is the King's son."

Nanang chuckled, "If not?" Anisa looked at Nanang's astonishment.

"His father is democratic, there is no need to fear. At least in the pickles of kris."

Anisa giggles.

"Good, I'll bring keris from home as a bribe." Nanang smiled as he tucked away Anisa's hair.

From across the street, Sadewa shouted.

"Get on!!! Woyyy home!!!"

The longer they lose their identity if they have been dealing with love. This is what Father feared. Love can change everything without asking.

Nanang and Anisa cross the road. They sit on the passenger seat.

"So driver!" sadewa.

"Sorry, Sister. Vespanya's on strike."

"Sell me why, I'm so happy to bother people."

The car drove off to either.

"Never will! The Vespa holds many memories." Nanang exclaimed.

Nanang's remark had made Anisa squint her eyes, "Memories with Rinjani huh?" Nanang.

"I'll museum it. But I still won't sell it." said Nanang, he didn't care about assuming Anisa who thought she was selfish. For him Vespa it was just scrap metal that had gone through many events.

"No problem" said Anisa.

"Are you guys going to be the next Kaysan and Rinjani latest version?" Anisa was silent, while Nanang looked at Anisa with a friendly.

"Nuts! Where's home?" asked Sadewa when the two lovebirds did not respond to his chirps. Anisa was leaning her head on Nanang's arm. Letting Sadewa get even more upset.

"This anger must not pass quickly. This romance I want to remember always."

Sadewa whistled about the memories while stopping his car on the side of the road.

"Mas, where's the house?" Sadewa understands that Nanang is being lulled by the love story of the two, such as Kaysan and Rinjani.

Nanang regained his senses from his daydream, he sighed. "Sorry."

Anisa smiled understandably, "My house is on Wahid Hasyim street number 117B, near the campus." replied Anisa.

Sadewa cleared his throat, he continued on his way back to Anisa's house. While Nanang shifted his sitting position to give distance between himself and Anisa.

From a distance the car drove slowly. A man wearing a sarong and a leather jacket stood in front of the gate of the house.

"That's your Father?" ask Sadewa.

"Yes." answered Anisa. He smiled faintly, finding the father was like a security guard.

"Bakalan there was a way last night for if you marry." Sadewa chanted.

The car stopped across the street. "You stay here, get ready to gas if I run towards the car" said Nanang, he got out of the car, followed by Anisa.

In front of the gate, Anisa's father showed dislike. He had thought that the car that stopped in front of his house was his daughter.

"Good night, sir. I'm sorry I was late to take my father's daughter." said Nanang. Anisa lowered her head, she was also afraid that her Father would get angry and actually let out her navel.

"There are no rules that prohibit, but you should understand what it's worth to bring a girl this late."

Nanang nodded, "I won't repeat it again."

No more rebuttal, the father embraces Anisa's shoulder and invites her into the house. Leaving Nanang smiling happily, "Today's a profit."

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