My Husband is a Ningrat

Season 2's. [The princess ]

Uterine contractions and hunger that are getting worse sometimes make it difficult to sleep. Even at nightfall and everyone's asleep I still roam around the house a lot. Like a parasite in Sasmita's mother's house. I used to go into Nakula and Sadewa's room. Staring at them joyfully and thankfully they were born with a different nature, sometimes secretly, I often borrowed their palms to rub my stomach, intending to assuage the increasingly active Dalilah. I hope they are not angry, especially their girlfriend.

I corrected Sadewa's blanket, "Continue being the sun."

I came out of his room, and now I'm turning to Nakula's. My sister who is no longer single and lonely is really sleeping looks calm, her face is really shady like the moon of the night.

"So soon Ma'am will be a mother, and even more troublesome for you. Hopefully there is still patience from your heart to keep Dalilah, like when you look after Mbak." I put Nakula's hand on my stomach.

"My daughter will have traits like the two of you, calm like you, and cheerful like Sadewa. Uh! Kaysan and I must have a lot of patience to deal with it, but not if there are two of you" I said lyrically and grieved.

Somehow, approaching the days towards HPL. I often experience where I feel sad that I do not know why.

Nakula moved a little, he squirmed slowly. "Tomorrow if you grow up, it will be like Kaysan. Kalem, authoritative, gallant, and another mighty." The corner of my eye was watering, I really positioned the blanket and went out of the room.

The home theater room was my goal after taking some food from the kitchen.

There are a few movies I want to watch, related to this soundproof room I can be satisfied to see a romantic comedy genre film.

Love for sale is my choice. Films starring Gading Marten and Della Dartyan.

I sat down on the sofa, choosing a comfortable position. Sometimes I giggle myself with the movie scenes. While chewing a banana, I took a walk in the home theater room.

Exhalants.

Inhalants.

Huh...,

I stroked my stomach, "It's not yet time for Dalilah to be born. Wait for baba to come home." I said softly, Dalilah kept kicking great. My back is starting to hurt, and I can't control it. I went out to visit Nakula or Sadewa's room to borrow their palms.

But Dewi Fortuna said another, Anisa's boyfriend is seen in this house.

"Nanang, elus my stomach." I said with a long sigh. Forehead Nanang wrinkled.

"Why haven't you slept and for what?"

"It hurts my back, Nang. Frequent false contractions." I pulled Nanang's hand and put it on the Dalilah's move.

"Elus... I'm not angry." I said reassuring Nanang.

"You are not angry, who is angry with Kaysan if you know" said Nanang while stroking every move from Dalilah.

"Just ignore Kaysan, I'm not okay right now."

I leaned my body against the wall. Letting Nanang caress my stomach, especially now my legs look swollen.

"Sit down." Nanang pulled the chair from the dining room.

"You finally understand." I decided to sit while breathing. The movement of Dalilah began to feel reduced.

"Tumben one midnight home?" my many.

"This is my home, I'm free to go home when." cried Nanang, he pulled a chair and put it in front of me, "Hard ya pregnant?" Further again.

"Pregnant is not difficult, which is difficult to take care of later." I replied.

"sad? Your eyes are puffy."

Sadness is not the right thing, it's just that I don't know what to mean by what my condition is right now.

"Nang, how's your relationship with Anisa?"

Nanang pulled the corner of his lips, "Jalanin aja..."

"Haha.., Kasian really he, has pretended to faint, we just eat. Uh, when he came out of his bedroom, I couldn't dare to look at us."

"Haha... He was ashamed to remember the incident. Anisa is unique."

I smiled, "Good, good as the puppeteer's son. If not your house will be used as a place for puppet shows one month to." I get out of my chair, "I'm sleeping, Nang. Thanks."

"What's? Don't ask for a hug!"

Nanang laughed.

"No, but really you look adorable when you're pregnant."

"From the beginning I was adorable, just realized? It's your own fault you broke me up. Now nyesel, right?"

Nanang looked up, "Yes, but it's even harder if you're my wife. Huaaa, noisier, chatty, much she wants."

I nodded and gave a raw bogem in Nanang's stomach.

"God allows us to break up. Because God knows what we expect and accepts us for who we are. Like Kaysan likes me when I'm chatty." I stick out my tongue.

"You're still acting like a kid!" ejek Nanang's.

I was so happy, I left Nanang to go back to the home theater room.

... getting round like puffer fish.

"I heard your voice!!!"

Nanang smiled more and more at the noise from my mouth.

It was two o'clock in the morning, and I wasn't sleepy. I played another movie that I hadn't watched completely while devouring pastries in jars. Every weekend Nanang will definitely go home, he said Quality time with mother Sasmita. It is not wrong, it is my fault that I do not want to live alone in the main house. Not to mention facing the other sons of Father. Only at the family of Sasmita mother I dare to ask for warmth and attention like a 'house'.

My eyes felt heavy, I started to get sleepy.

*

In the morning, I woke up to hear a noise. My eyes blinked for a moment and returned closed. Nakula, Nanang, and Sadewa stood in front of me.

"Brissy!" I covered my ears with a sofa cushion, and intended to tell them to shut up.

"The princess is awake."

"Hmm.., brisik. Get out there."

"Sir, the king's majesty is waiting in the living room."

I'm yawning. It was only three in the morning that I was closed, now at seven in the morning I was awakened by the three of them.

"Ayahanda's coming?" I still put my face down. My eyes are heavy to open.

The three brothers laughed.

"Ayahanda came and asked the princess to accompany breakfast."

I think I will have a hard day today. Accompany Father, obey all his commandments, and make him happy.

"Have a good time princess Rinjani and Dalilah Sekar Kinasih. We ourselves will also have fun with our lovers."

"Exhibit" I said, then walked out of the theater's home room.

In the dining room, Ayahanda had already sat up straight and smiled. Her hair was misty, fragrant oil nyong-nyong filled the room, unofficial clothes as usual. My father used cloth pants, and a polo shirt.

I bowed respectfully, "Sorry Father, the princess just woke up."

"It's okay, princess Rinjani, take a shower and accompany Ayahanda to breakfast."

I nodded and smiled a big smile.

The princess is the new call that Father gave. The three children of Sasmita mother often use this opportunity to tease me because at this time I can not act or chatty. I will only nod in resignation as Ayahanda pours out her affection for me and Dalilah.

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