My Husband is a Ningrat

Season 2's. [ Maternity shoot ]

Rinjani POV.

At exactly five in the morning, after dawn prayers. I was ready for a walk in the morning, I have routinely done this activity. Mother said, this will facilitate the process of giving birth. I don't understand, whether giving birth will hurt as people talk. Let me feel it later. Because another month Dalilah will be born, and close to caution that I often feel my back pain, pain, and make me not feel at home for a long time standing. Not infrequently if the night I often wake up, and the day I spend time to sleep.

"Are you ready?"

I'm nodding. Mr. Santosa is the aide to Ayahanda who is now my adjutant. He took care of me and brought me a wheelchair, if I was tired. Mr. Santoso will push me in a wheelchair.

We drove to the park of the Ayahanda family. The garden where Kaysan once slept in my lap. It was still a beautiful beginning for me, when it gave me the opportunity to open my heart and live the love I wasn't supposed to.

"Gusti prince haryo Kaysan hasn't told you?" ask Mr. Santosa.

"No, sir. Maybe it's busy, or there's a storm blocking the telecommunications signal." I replied without wanting to put the slightest suspicion, because I'm sure Kaysan won't let me and Dalilah down.

"Being the prince's wife is difficult, especially the prince is dashing and handsome. There must be a lot of patience and nrima ing pandum, because there can't be many women who tease your husband."

I nodded, "It's the risk, sir. How else." I chuckled a little, hiding my naivety who would not admit that Kaysan did have the allure of his smile and his mannerisms.

"Santosa sir is actually still single or has a baby?" I'm curious, because he's young, dashing, and uhukk... Handsomest.

"Why do you want to be single or have children?" Mr. Santosa looks smiling.

"It's up to you." I laugh.

"I'm still a bachelor, I'm 30 years old and I shouldn't deserve to be called a father."

I stroked my stomach as my laughter began to be out of control.

"Ouch Gusti... So 'sir' Santosa doesn't want to be called Father?"

"What can be done, Panduka the King asked for it." He smiles.

We arrived at the park. Mr. Santosa swiftly opened the door of my car and lowered the wheelchair. That's what he's doing, and he'll follow my steps while bringing me some mineral water. It was special when pregnant, Ayahanda even booked one of the rooms in a private hospital to give birth later.

I began to set foot on the streets of Konblock. The coolness of the trees and the morning air made me calm, especially the atmosphere was still quiet. My steps stopped right in front of the fish pond and fountain.

For a moment I remember with Dhanangjaya eye message for meditation, or just doing yoga to create peace of mind.

I chose to sit in front of the shower pool, with my eyes closed. My fingers formed a ngithing pattern. The shower foam on my face, as if tickling my eyes to open. I smiled and couldn't be serious about yoga.

Mr. Santosa held out some mineral water, "Have you?"

I just grinned the horse while opening the bottle cap.

"We're going for a walk, sir. To the college." I asked before I drank it.

"I want to buy a peek of longing." I explained again.

Mr. Santosa reached into his cell phone from his safari pocket, he walked away and contacted Ayahanda.

Surely he wants to ask permission, I'm allowed to buy cilok or not. Even though it's just a peck, what if Daddy knows I want the snack to know the gejrot and all the food in the campus cafeteria. Surely Ayahanda immediately gave me two more aides and took care of me on all sides.

"May, but only five thousand" said Mr. Santosa after getting approval from the Father, "Would you walk alone, or ride in a wheelchair?" he continued while preparing a wheelchair in front of me.

"Just walk away."

We're heading for the parking lot. And rushed to the campus where the lilok sense of longing held a sales pitch.

"Sweet rice, or spicy savory?"

"Hmm.., sweet spicy like Kaysan's mas."

Mr. Santosa nodded, he got out of the car and bought a peppery sweet peppercorn for five thousand.

Right now I am sitting sweetly in front of the porch, resting from the fatigue of carrying my distended stomach. Oh Dalilah, soon we meet baba, four weeks is not a long time and we must be patient.

I chewed on the lizard with pleasure, while smiling myself imagining my daughter's appearance later.

"Morning is a snack!" That annoying voice came from Sadewa's mouth.

"Ayahanda has allowed it, then what's wrong."

"The fault is that you don't share." Sadewa walked towards the garage of the house, he was ready to go to campus, "In search Mother was told to shower and breakfast" he said a little shouting.

"Hmmm..."

I went into the house and called Mother Sasmita.

"She's beautiful, what's wrong?" Mother Sasmita dried her hands after she finished washing the dishes.

"Mas Kaysan didn't tell Mother Sasmita?" my question, because I know, Kaysan also often asked for news about me from Mother Sasmita.

"Not beautiful, why? Any issues?"

"The thing is I miss. He-he-he."

Mother Sasmita pinched my cheek anxiously, "Patience is beautiful, Kaysan is completing his responsibilities." Mother Sasmita stroked my hair, "Now want to take a shower first, or would Mommy make a sandwich?"

I pulled out a chair and waited for Mother Sasmita to bake some bread, "Spend and take a bath. Later there will be maternity shoot with Ayahanda and Mother."

"Sasmita's mother didn't come?"

"Follow."

I nodded and finished the sandwich made by Mother Sasmita. After that I took a shower and went to the main house to do the maternity shoot that Sasmita mother said.

It turns out that since yesterday he has hired professional photographers and make-up artists. Juggling the rear pendopo into an outdoor photo studio with the theme of princess of Java aka all the trinkets and prints are not much different from usual. Wearing a kebaya, a sprinkling of jasmine and white roses, and that made me startle. Ayahanda also prepared a balloon number of seven pink with writing

...D A L I L A H....

I felt like I wanted to exchange complaints about Kaysan with Mother. But seeing the condition now that is not possible, I tried to postpone it. I do not want to make Mother who is beautiful with pink kebaya dress to worry about my condition-condition Kaysan.

Moment maternity shoot with all kinds of styles has been captured by the camera. Me, Father, Mother, and Mother Sasmita changed to take pictures together. Not spared, Mbok Darmi who became a kinasih servant participated in this happy moment.

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Every day that changes, more and more longing that disturbs my heart.

Every day that dawn changes, I hope that time will pass quickly and rediscover the longing path. Because I don't want to be lulled by the loneliness that makes me drift with a feeling of anxiety.

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