My Husband is a Ningrat

Season 2's. [Great memories ]

As all the crowds in this house disappeared, it instantly became a silence that further sublimated my sense of longing. Not a sneak peek, but I miss the beautiful memory that ran small in my head.

One day, two days, even one Sunday I'm okay.

Two weeks and so on, time moved slowly and shackled my shackles.

I'm deserted.

I'm silent.

Sadewa and Nakula are back on campus. They will be at home in the afternoon, even if they do not have a date schedule. Mother Sasmita is busy working, going to the office or filling seminars and workshops.

At home I was accompanied only by my aunt who kept an eye on my movements. Including the guard of the Father, who faithfully guarded every exit and entrance.

This house is indeed a luxurious prison, anything, anything I want will be followed. But that's not my happiness. My happiness when I can joke with the people closest to me.

Kaysan hadn't contacted me for a long time, not off guard but I just gave him a chance to be alone and find his happiness. I don't know, happy in what form. Because all I know, Kaysan's point of weakness and happiness is only in me.

Only you can call me, and you just say that Kaysan is fine and healthy. The rest of you are covering something up. My intuition said that Kaysan was not okay.

The sound of the gates opening, breaking my eyes at the bad thoughts in my mind.

Sitting in Rinjani's pavilion, I turned to the source of the voice. It was Nanang and Anisa.

It is smart that they choose time together when the house is quiet again.

I wanted to tease them, but to get out of my seat now. I'm lazy. Think I've been glued to Kaysan.

Nanang glanced at me, then his gaze was fixed on his shirt that I was wearing. He slit his eyes, then moved closer to me.

"That's my shirt?" asked Nanang, while pulling the end of his shirt.

"Hmmm..." I looked, not looking at him.

"You opened my closet?"

"Hmmm..."

Nanang growled in annoyance, with wide steps he entered the house. A few minutes later, a screaming voice called my name.

"You better be here, Anisa. Let me take care of your girlfriend for a minute." I said well. Intending that Anisa not hear my conversation with Nanang who 'could be' will hurt her heart.

Anisa smiled, then she sat down in the pavilion.

I stepped towards Nanang's room.

His neat pile of clothes became a mess. He looks like a confusion. I knew what he was looking for, I stepped towards the nightstand right where I hid the pictures. Photos of us both. Whereabouts? the murmur I used to hear.

"Dispose, if you need to burn."

I extended the photos into Nanang's hands. He didn't respond to it. His face was slightly raised with a long breath.

"That's all I have, after your heart is not for me anymore" said Nanang softly, he took the photos from my hands. His eyes observed one by one sheet after another of photos that made the corners of his eyes watery.

"Our memories are stored in our hearts. There is no need for inanimate objects that further aggravate the atmosphere. Nang.., there's Anisa you need to take care of." I said as I picked up the cigarette ashtray on Nanang's study table.

"I'm waiting." I said with a smile. Nanang looked at me for a moment with his eyes closed, then he nodded.

Nanang took a gas match from his pants pocket. He burned one of those photos. Until the last photo, we were still silent.

Now everything is reduced to ashes, only one more to make it disappear. Wind shear.

I took the ashtray to the window that was already open. I just throw it on the grass because waiting for the wind that blows hard in the room will require a fan that I do not know where it is located.

Nanang looked at me.

"You were once the most beautiful."

"Now, it's gonne." I replied.

"Not yet." he said.

In the clattering of inaudible footsteps, Nanang approached me.

"May I hold you, for the last time" said Nanang. And, now I'm stuck alone in a quiet room unattended.

Without my permission, Nanang had already hugged me with a distended stomach squeezed into his arms.

I flinch, unable to say anything. I was also afraid that if Kaysan found out, the two of us would be killed together.

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Anisa POV.

No matter how much I refute it, Nanang still makes Rinjani the most beautiful memory of his life.

I was tired of waiting, because inside the house was not heard the sound of Nanang or Rinjani at all. I thought, Nanang will be angry, or Rinjani who shouts. I suspect, at once parno. Two humans of the opposite type are in one room, said people there will be demons who become third-person-as well as instigators to do things.

Nanang told me that his room was being taken over by Rinjani. Meanwhile, Nanang had said that he wanted to pick up some books and clothes instead. After the morning lecture, we decided to take it together. Because ever since my relationship with Nanang got the green light, we've spent a lot of time together. With the reason to tell there are still additional classes. I walked towards Nanang's room. The room is easy to find, because in front of him there is a poster of his favorite metal band.

I stood behind the door, silent.

Watching her Nanang hugged Rinjani.

... Wear any shirt you like.

... may?

... for Dalilah it can be.

... Thanks to Nanang.

... Both mama Dalilah.

... Not Mama, but bubu.

... bubu. ugly!

... And nanang!!!

Laughter swirled around in my head. I was suddenly dizzy and unable to deal with this situation.

... anisa.. anisa.

... anisa, wake up. Why are you?

... He must have seen us. Waduh seriously, maybe anisa jealousy keeps fainting.

... jealousy doesn't cause fainting, Ma'am.

... it could be, nang. love artificial breath, just try. at that time I played doctor-medicine with mas kaysan, he pretended to faint. just as I give artificial breath mas kaysan continue to wake up and smile.

... sure?

I couldn't handle this nervousness when Rinjani told Nanang to give me an artificial breath. Especially when Rinjani says he plays doctor? Kaysan really did that. I want to laugh, Rinjani does have a magnet with maximum strength. The power of sulking and stubbornness that makes Kaysan mas distraught.

My heart is beating fast, and I have a hard time mastering myself. As I narrowed my eyes, I realized Nanang's eyes were glued to my lips.

... kiss, nang. kiss.

... brisik. This is not easy.

... Make Anisa your second kiss.

... I can't kiss Anisa.

... why?

... I want to be like Kaysan mas. turn my second kiss into a kiss forever.

... so sweet.

... we just leave Anisa sleeping here. After all she must have just misunderstood seeing us hugging.

... Yasudah, let's go to the kitchen, nang. I'm hungry.

... Come on, I'll make lunch for Dalilah.

Pretending to faint is a silly thing I do when dramatizing things. How not, when I wanted to then I hit an imitation tree that was next to the door of the room.

Another case if I hit a real tree, I would really faint and not have to listen to their chatter that made my stomach cramp holding back laughter. Really, I made myself complete all the hassles going on in this family.

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