My Husband is a Ningrat

Season 2's. [ Gift? ]

Kaysan POV.

A faint smile expanded as my car stopped at one of my protege's houses. Anne's birthday party was lavishly attended by all XII grade teachers. Me included.

The master of the house, greeted me with a beaming face. I gave him a gift. Anne smiled happily, her face suddenly blushing. Like Rinjani's face when she blushed in shame. Not because there is nothing to mean, just a visit to a birthday party is not complete if it does not bring gifts.

Anne and her parents invited me into the living room to join the other teachers. They greeted me enthusiastically - perhaps because they knew who I was now. I greeted her one by one and joined the teachers, while Anne passed by to the table where all the gifts were piled up. My card he put in a different place, the top.

The winter ended in two months, making the bottles of red wine still faithfully fill the glass of sloki tonight. Outsiders save it a lot or even some collect it. Here, red wine is not a crime but the warmth of a drink. As well as herbal drinks that have properties. Red wine warms the body during the winter.

Anne glanced at me, with a smile that was expanding. Especially when her female friends whisper increasingly makes Anne's face more blushing.

The rumor going around that if Anne likes me, I'm as far away as I can. No way! Dan, can't. I'm just an art teacher who will resign when my contract is done. I've been talking about this for a long time with the school committee. And, they agreed.

I realized, only Rinjani was made for me. There's nothing else. I can't wait for my daughter to be born in seven weeks. It was a long and long time to meet.

The highlight of the show takes place, Anne is like Cinderella in a fairyland.

He became the center of attention among his male friends.

We teachers just smiled and clapped. I rarely sing, and once sang only to soften the heart of Rinjani who was 'stubborn'.

The sound of the mas is not raspy wet. But raspy. Ejek Rinjani at that time.

At first glance I can smile sweetly, and my smile which is not for Anne, is considered different for her.

He gave me the first piece of his birthday cake. I'm clumsy, it's nothing, Rinjani is far away and you don't know this incident. But my heart would betray it if I accepted the cake.

As for Anne, with a hopeful face she was still standing in front of me. Her parents nodded, telling me to accept it. I see, her parents would want the best for her daughter, but it would be a matter of carrying around affairs of the heart.

I sighed, and received her birthday cake which was Red Velvet cake with Cherry fruit on top. Cih, all this just keeps reminding me of Rinjani. Her breasts with her red shoots.

Anne was still standing in front of me when the dance was about to start. Her friends mingled with the opposite sex on the dance floor. Don't tell me if, uh, this seventeen-year-old Anne-Boy wants me to be her dance partner. No!!! My dance friends are Rinjani and Dalilah - if they grow up.

I guess I need to explain this misunderstanding.

"Anne... Dance with your peers." I said a little sarcasm.

"Mr.kay won't dance with me?" Seen a slur on his face. Maybe he was disappointed and too hopeful.

"Sorry Anne, I can't."

And that night I went home battered. Anne's parent's bodyguard stopped my car. I lose a lot if I have to fight three-on-one, especially his body is more powerful than me. They said Anne was disappointed with her birthday party because 'me' wouldn't go with her to dance. And, as a reward, I got a raw bogem. This is why, if loving someone only prioritizes personal interests, the ego will incarnate into anything to fulfill its greed.

You laughed at me when he helped me compress the bruises on my face. I was reminded not to spread charm in front of my students.

It's not my fault, heyy. My handsome face from birth was not my fault. Blame it on Father and Mother who gave me a handsome seed like Arjuna.

"Leave it first, sir. If he knew my face like this. He must be crying and thinking. Son of Father, do love me so much and fear me why-why."

You chuckle at my exaggerated tone, "He's going to go berserk! And it could be tomorrow morning already nonggol at the door." said the father while shaking his head. Then from beside me I went into the kitchen.

"You must be hungry because you fought. I'll make you dinner. Just a minute."

I nodded, I put my body on the sofa with my hand holding the ice cube compress.

I thought for a moment. Until the bruise on my face removes, I can't take a video call from Rinjani. Or, vice versa. And, that means my shady is getting piled up.

Father shakes his head. "You want a bribe?" ask the Father in doubt.

I've been quiet for a few minutes. Funny too if I'm being fed by my father-in-law. I was rarely fed by my mother or father when I was a child. My life has been hard from childhood.

I nodded slowly, Father smiled.

A bowl of boiled noodles with egg clamp and sliced cayenne pepper still puffed the smoke on the table. I quickly fanned it. Make the smoke crack and pierce my nostrils. The smell reminds me of Rinjani. My wife loves making noodles like this.

I have to be patient for a moment, don't let my miss to him just make him think about what happened to me. Not to mention the other suspicions, which scare me all that will affect the development of the Dalilah.

Just this time I got into a fight for rejecting the love of a high school girl. Fortunately not in Java. If yes, surely he will understand the term, 'Love refused shaman act', very bad.

"Open your mouth." said the father. I was holding back a laugh when Father was really going to bribe me.

"No sword, sir?"

"New cayenne pepper is expensive, one kilo a hundred thousand."

I can no longer help but laugh, Father is indeed the one who took the task of buying kitchen affairs in the market.

"Good, so you don't make sambal often. I have heartburn every day if I eat chili." After Rinjani home, you only make onion sambal, sambal terasi and sambel pecel. With those side dishes only. Long ago I was sure when I came home later, Rinjani will thrust the scales. If there were only bones left, maybe I'd end up in the kiloan.

"Indonesians do not eat using sambal is not delicious. Let's open your mouth and finish this."

"How much chilli did you put in?"

"One! It's not spicy, it's more spicy your words when advising the Father at that time."

My tummy is linu, getting louder when I can no longer bear to hold back laughter. You are brave when I am helpless.

Slowly, my father bribed me. There was a haru taste that made my chest rumble. So this is the pleasure of the bribe with affection. Quickly, Rinjani never absent asking me to be bribed. Next time, I'll ask him to do that.

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