My Husband is a Ningrat

Season 2's. [Going back to ]

The three of us locked ourselves in a room. And, doing things that some people find boring. To the extent that the mother and the courtier were confused to persuade us to go out of the room. Santosa was no longer, he almost broke down the door of the room if Kaysan that night did not open it. Really, heartbreakingly, two hearts that leave all sense of meaning.

I tried to take off his embrace, heavy.

I tried hard, but still tears welled up my cheeks when it was time for Kaysan to return to fulfill his responsibilities.

"Go away, and don't forget to come back." I said stammering with tears.

Kaysan wiped away my tears, "Smile, let me calmly leave you."

"I return my sense of belief, and go home with a sense of trust that is still intact." I hugged his body.

Kaysan put his forehead on my forehead, "Let it be like this, to remind you of the first time I touched you. And, you're the only woman I have." Our eyes are both closed. Kaysan held my body tight, for a long time. I rubbed his back and gave him understanding if I was okay.

Kaysan took off his embrace with a long sigh.

I tried to smile sweetly, and cupped his jaw.

"Kaysan, I love you." That's all I'm saying, because I don't know how to express my feelings anymore.

Not the love I get from my husband. However, a gentle kiss until the end of a passionate kiss.

BRAKKKK!!! Kaysan hit the door of the room when many times there was someone knocking on the door from the outside.

The kiss ended, "Truly annoying!" he said with annoyance. Kaysan rubbed my lips and kissed my forehead.

"I love you too, Endut."

I tiptoed while peeking at Kaysan's lips for a moment, "Bonus."

What happens in three months, I'll leave it to fate. I do not want to think or suspect the bad things that actually become my prayers and boomerang for my home life.

"Sorry, Baba can't take care of you yet." Kaysan whispered softly in Dalilah's ears.

"Don't be naughty when baba isn't around, otherwise. Bubu will be the lion that bites your cheek." Kaysan gave a nosy smile and gave a kiss goodbye to Dalilah's cheek. Who would have thought, Dalilah smiled as if she understood what her father said.

"Look, my daughter is so smart, she's not as whiny as you." Kaysan put Dalilah on the bed.

Kaysan smiled, he spread out his hands. I hurried to embrace him.

"Send my regards to the family there." I absorbed the scent of Kaysan's body deeply, eagerly asking to be given a bonus time with him. But alas, the journey to the airport took a long time and Kaysan already had to leave now.

"I leave you two to Father. Ask for help from Mother or the twins if you have trouble caring for Dalilah. Remember, don't trust others easily."

I'm nodding. "Get's health. One more thing, remember Anne is our 'fuck-out' child. No child loves his Father, or vice versa!" I pressed the word abal-abal and then replied pinch in my nose.

"Yes my beloved bubu, my beloved bubu."

We hugged again, as if not willing this intimacy quickly passed.

Before Kaysan said goodbye, he gave a pretty ridiculous message to Santosa. Santosa could only take care of me within a three-meter radius, there should be no joking or laughing scenes together, because Kaysan was afraid, starting from a joke turned into a opium, and another one, as well, cannot change their views directly. Santosa. I don't know why both are ridiculous.

Kaysan. Leaving me who was just flinching to watch her body begin to vanish from my eyes. Back again I have to save longs and hope the time passes quickly.

*

After Kaysan died, the big family came to change. Be the baby relay waiting for his turn on the bench and be struck by his northern eyes and his great-grandfather. Ayahanda surrendered, continuing to remember Dalilah will make his work abandoned. Only occasionally did Ayahanda look at her grandson before leaving for work. Even so, Ayahanda did not reduce the supervision of the Dalilah. There was a courtier who became a nanny and a guard to help me take care of Dalilah.

On Sunday night, it was Desy Hapsari who accompanied me and Dalilah. Mother Desy is the mother of Dimas and Arga. Dimas was quite close to me even though we rarely met, in contrast to Arga who had never talked to me. Its nature is difficult to guess, and it seems enough that the twins became my best friends. Because it would be dizzying if all the children of the Father must be close to me, especially with different nature and tend to be mysterious.

"It takes a long time to get to know you more closely." Mother Desy smiled.

It is like being familiar even though you have met often. There was a confusion between the two of us.

"Yeah..Jan thought no one wanted to get close to me because it was not from the same group" I answered honestly.

"Some people like your presence, some don't."

"Including the mother of Desy?"

"What do you think?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

"Ayahanda must have married a good woman, it seems like that's enough to be the answer."

Mother Desy laughed a little.

"Smart answer. Traps will always be there, and be careful with every step you choose."

"You mean?"

"The competition will be there, Rinjani. Including competition, grabbing attention, and one of the most dangerous for you. Sometimes we do not realize that there is a knight has a mission that makes us float with his words. But it turned out to be lewd and willing to be stupid."

My forehead wrinkled. "I mean Mother?"

"You and Kaysan have many advantages. Kaysan is charismatic, while you are beautiful. Later if you have led the palace, there will be more temptations that disrupt your household. Now the most important thing is to strengthen the foundation."

I smiled wryly. No matter how strong the foundation we cast with trust and love, it will not be enough to survive if God's destiny is willing.

"Have not thought about it, later you will know the meaning of the mother's words."

"Mother bless me?"

"What can you do, being the third wife is in the middle, which means you're a counterweight."

"And, you want to live it?"

"Mother must return to face Father. Rest, call it still sleeping." Mother Desy got up, made sure Dalilah fell asleep and then stroked my hair.

"Mother only briefly, there are responsibilities and discussions that you must complete with the Father. Understand the busy man." Mother Desy raised her eyebrows.

I giggle.

"Busy what? Pampering Ayahanda?"

"Must dong. Husband is the field of reward and the field of the contents of the wallet." Mother Desy gave her thumbs up, "Joking."

Joking or not reality is like that, just like my mind.

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