My Husband is a Ningrat

Chapters 17. [Dining together ]

At 7 pm, I rode a motorbike bound by Mr. ojol. My hands are cold again. This time it wasn't Kaysan who came to see me. But Rinjani went to Kaysan. I feel something is wrong with this situation.

The closer to his house the more my heart thumped, the colder my hand became.

What if I meet the Queen Mother. Hopefully he won't persuade me to be his daughter-in-law again. I hope he has changed his mind.

I Amin'i do'i myself while giggling amusedly.

I want to end the story between me and him. But the author says even this story is just about to begin. I snorted loudly, the author wanted to bring my story and Kaysan to where. Until my feelings bleed, until my love story is endless. Or until my love for you never goes out. Arghbh...,

"Mr, mbak. It's over."

"Hmm, um..."

"Bak, until mbak."

"Ah, yes." I looked around, right this is right in front of the gate of Juwita Ningrat house.

"Thank you sir." I paid the fare and took off my helmet. Wearing conditioner without rinsing and tidying my hair. I clutched tightly with a brown paper bag containing Kaysan's jacket, while walking closer to the guard post.

"Excuse me.." I said as I looked into the guard post.

"You again you again!" Parto approached me and opened the gate.

"Kaysan is?" I just don't care about Parto's look at me. What a strange look I looked at even looked at from top to bottom.

"What's wrong with my appearance?" Finally rather than be confused I just ask directly.

"What do you need to find Kaysan mas?" search again.

I lifted the paperbag I was tenting and showed it to Parto. "Here, I just need to get this back." Finally Parto went back to her guard post.

"Wait a minute, it's getting late to see you, all right!" Like Parto wants to make it harder for me.

"Tell me, look for Rinjani. He'll be happy." I said confidently.

I saw Parto snort in annoyance and started to push the cord phone button nearby. Conversing with the insider while glaring at his sharp eyes.

My eyes wandered freely looking around, pretending not to know with that gaze.

Parto came out of the guard post, she locked the gate fence and walked ahead of me, "Come on" she said driving my way.

I followed his footsteps, down the garden beside the main house. My eyes wandered around perusing every inch of this garden meticulously. Garden lamp light adds a romantic impression, the light is dim like a small version of moon sketch. Coupled with flowers that are neatly arranged, ornamental plants that are cared for so beautiful and beautiful to the eye.

It was so cold that even the cold started to infiltrate through the wide blemish of the ramp skirt I was wearing. Is it because my skirt looks so strange, why I lost confidence.

I was silent for a moment, looking at my appearance from top to bottom.

It's strange, I realized it myself.

But stupid, my intention here was just to return the jacket. Not more!

From a distance I saw his back, facing the shower in front of him. His hand was like holding something.

The water gurgling sound was getting more and more audible, it was the sign of me getting closer to Kaysan. My hands are getting colder, my stomach is rumbling, somehow if my stomach gerogi likes to rumble on its own.

Though it had eaten, two more servings of angkringan rice.

Parto cleared her reverie, she turned around. Put a jar filled with fish pellets and look at me.

Kaysan paid no heed to Parto, he flicked his hand telling Parto to leave. Parto bowed her body and passed away to go back to her workplace.

Three meters from him. Now I am alone, sitting my head in shame. Shame to see my appearance and shame to see that look.

No one spoke, we just stood together. Playing distance.

I'm not in Ijabah, Gusti.

Juwita Ningrat walked over to me, her smile bright. His footsteps were slow but sure. Because noble families are required to walk slowly, gracefully, mannered.

I smiled and nodded, bowing politely. "The Queen's Mother." I kissed the back of his hand.

"It just so happens that Rinjani is here, let's have dinner together." he invited me to round my eyes, this was beyond my expectations. Dinner with the King and Queen, as well as a complete package with his son.

Not full I'm getting gerogi. My anxiety levels are rising fast, my face pias. If I refuse it, it is the same as not respecting it. If I do, I'm guaranteed to die a flea, stiff like a dry kanebo.

"Ehm, um, this is the night of the Queen Mother. I'm just here to return Kaysan's jacket." I shake the paperbag I brought. Obviously I made Juwita Ningrat look at Kaysan. "Jacket! why is Kaysan's jacket in your hand. Have you guys met?" juwita Ningrat asked with a smile. I don't know what he's thinking, it must be out of my head.

"Kay, you're a gercep." Juwita Ningrat gave her thumb.

Here's what else try, is there a kongkalikong between the two of them.

The queen mother pulled my hand towards Kaysan. "Take us to dinner, Kay. Let Ayahanda get to know the girl you talked about last time in the kingdom."

Now I think about what Kaysan was talking about with the King. About what yes, what exactly is this. Why are they so open to me.

Kaysan was still in his place. He just looked at me without making a sound.

"Kay, talk Kay. Don't just shut up." Juwita pinched her son's stomach. Kaysan complained, "Mother's Pain." while rubbing his mother's scars.

"Where do you want to be close, if you just talk, you're still stingy." Juwita Ningrat pulled my paperbag, then put it into her son's hands. "Keep well, if necessary in laminating your jacket used to wear Rinjani." Juwita Ningrat's babbling made me even more and more try to think, how far Kaysan and his parents talked about me.

Juwita Ningrat pulled my hand, going nowhere. My steps continue to follow him. My eyes wandered freely, recording everything I saw in my memory.

Lots of typical Javanese ornaments, unique statues with a distinctive style that is eccentric. Cool paintings hanging neat and clean, it is certain that this painting is very expensive. Until my eyes caught a portrait of Kaysan wearing a special surjan clothes used for a visit to the Panembahan Senopati Palace.

My feet continued to step, until my eyes were pinned when I found an oval dining table with ethnic carvings of local artists. Teak wood of choice.

"Rinjani, introduce yourself to Kaysan's father." Juwita Ningrat smiled, pulled my hand again near Sultan Agung Adiguna Pangarep. He smiled at me, my heart beating. Mobat-mabit like a metal concert.

I bowed respectfully. I stretched out my hand to shake hands with him.

"Rinjani, King's Father." I kissed the back of his hand.

His left hand rubbed my head, "So you're the thug girl who made my son beg my blessing."

I looked up, "Restu, what blessing is the king's father?" many confused.

"How far have you two stepped?" the question is getting me confused.

I scratched my nape, feeling confused myself, "Sorry, what does the King's Father mean?"

Juwita Ningrat looked at me, explaining what Sultan Agung said. I nodded, my heart stopped beating. It feels like the clock has stopped turning, what other reality is this. That Kaysan had gone further to approach me.

"We are different, the Queen Mother and the King's Father. It's not appropriate for us to be together." I said softly.

Kaysan suddenly appeared from behind a different door, not the one I had been through earlier.

"Don't be forced, let me and him live it." As she heard the conversation of the three of us, she sat down near her father. I still stand troubled by my own worries.

"Good, fine. Maybe it's too soon, so Rinjani let's have dinner first. Then, let you come home with Kaysan." Juwita Ningrat pulled the bench seat for me, because I wanted to honor them I finally joined late in the dinner that was presented neatly.

The night is getting late, now there is only me and Kaysan in one car that runs...,

Seriate.

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