My Husband is a Ningrat

Season 2's. [Play waiting II ]

When the day was still bright, I was ready with a kebaya wrap and a golden silk scarf. Likewise with Dalilah who wears clothes like princess from Java. She is beautiful, her cheeks are puffed up, there has been a lot of development that Dalilah has shown. However, the Dalilah is still fussy. And, only on the Adinoto Ocean will Salahudin Rumi be silent. When I complained to Ayahanda, Ayahanda only smiled meaningfully, as I looked for the twins to seek help. They raised their hands, after all they were also faced with the semester exam. Until Mom advises Santosa to do the thing that makes Kaysan angry, Mom asks Santosa for the unexpected, while-he incarnates into being a father for Dalilah-for the common good.

O jentaka what else are you planning, aren't you tired of playing with my fate!?

In accordance with the Javanese calendar, Dalilah is now even 35 days old. Which means today we will be doing a dress-up and aqiqah event.

Yesterday there was a lot of work in the back house. The Javanese call it 'rewang' or gotong royong cooking to help relatives/neighbors who have hajat.

As soon as he stepped out of the room, Santosa already greeted me. He was researching my appearance, "Is there something wrong?" I asked to see my appearance. The kebaya I wear is indeed kebaya when I am not pregnant. It looks so tight on my body, that it makes a slightly chewy mound of flesh visible.

"I'm afraid ndoro ayu tripped, let me carry Dalilah."

I am tired of suspicion and doubt. I thrust Dalilah into his arms.

Arriving at the rear pendopo, I was greeted by Ayahanda. And, all the families that stand around the Father.

"It's so pretty." Praise Ayahanda. He took over Dalilah.

"Jani thought, Daddy praises me." I said with a stiff smile.

"Enough Kaysan praises you beautiful, princess." replied Father, "What do you think, Santosa. Is princess Rinjani pretty?"

What kind of question does Father ask. Santoso's answer will clearly trigger a problem with Kaysan.

I turned around, looked at Santosa who was looking down and smiling. "Don't forget you're just an adjutant here!!!" kecamku before Santosa said I was beautiful in front of the Fathers and mothers who are waiting for the Dalilah sinking process.

Santosa lowered her head, with her right hand crossed over her chest. "Sorry Sultan Kanjeng, I can't answer him" he said politely.

"Once again, the show starts!" mother's hatch.

The procession starts with praying together. Her hair will be shaved for the first time. However, again the sacred process that Dalilah passed without the presence of Kaysan. Sometimes I was swept away in anxiety, anxious that Dalilah would like the Ocean more than Kaysan.

I am faced with a decision, surrender or cooperate for the sake of the Dalilah. May my choice not be a lie, let Ocean take over Kaysan's duties. I thought this was only temporary because only fifty more days Kaysan would return.

The friendly event is not yet finished. But Dalilah should drink ASI and rest. In Mbok Narsih's sling, we went back to the room.

I opened my kebaya that felt engulfed in the body and replaced it with a casual dress.

"Sorry ndoro ayu, Mbok must return to the back house to prepare rice thanks to be distributed to the courtiers."

"Good, Mbok. Just finish the job Mbok Narsih. The Dalilah can already be handled by Santosa."

I smiled bitterly. I approached Dalilah as her eyes blinked at the sky of the room.

"Hey beautiful, ***** first yuk. It's full of this." Dallah looked at me. "It's bubu, it's just that the make-up hasn't been cleaned. Why, bubu pretty?"

Instead of a small smile Dalilah actually shows a face that wants to cry. "Yes-yes, ugly bubu. The beautiful one is only Dalilah, the beloved of Ayahanda and Baba Kaysan!" I said while thrusting exclusive milk into her tiny lips.

As she suckled, she looked at me with the tiny hands she had placed on my chest.

"What is Baba doing? Baba misses us both, too. Here, you now have a Grandma native to Australia who is good at making cakes. Tomorrow, if you can talk. Just ask Grandma to make a lot of cake, but. What if bubu has a sister?"

I can't imagine that Father and Laura married and had a child at twilight. I shook my head quickly to chase away my imagination. Smile and remove ****** my susuku.

My mouth was rummaging like reading a fairy tale before going to bed. Dalilah who usually easily fall asleep if it is full, now even circulate his gaze. "The tube often stays up late and cannot drink coffee. So, the beautiful Rinjani bubu child is like Princess Elsa with local wisdom of Javanese land. Sleep on."

Tired of standing and my babbling was not working, I walked towards the sofa.

"Well if it wants Dalilah. We'll call baba."

I took my phone and called Kaysan. It took me a few minutes to wait, finally my husband's face was plastered on my phone screen.

Kaysan is a Beautiful...

...why Kaysan made me smile....

I'm Baba, Dalilah kangen.

...I secretly researched where Kaysan was now....

I haven't come home yet?

...Kaysan nodded, he turned his phone screen to show the circumstances around him. There were many students wearing staging attributes....

Kaysan & Besok school will take part in the Sydney opera house. Pray for the win and I can go home soon.

...My memory ran wild in my head. It was a time to perform theater at school. Kaysan is so busy. Plus now there was no eye Dhanangjaya and Mbah Atmoe made him do it all alone and no one was watching him....

Kaysan & Dikat, tomorrow I play the character of Prabu Rama Wijaya.

...I just smiled and nodded, the words already meant a landslide that I could not resist....

Kaysan is eating already?

I'm a mas already, Dalilah has a selapanan and aqiqah. Look at her hair's not tidy." I showed Dalilah's head.

...I faintly heard a voice calling out his name. Kaysan put his phone which instantly went dark....

There was their conversation clearly caught by my eardrum.

I was still waiting, and hoped that Kaysan would still call my name and say goodbye to Dalilah. Honey, call's disconnected. I put my phone down carefully, like I put my trust in Kaysan.

"Go on, baba's busy." I knew without being told the Dalilah would try to understand.

Slowly his eyes began to shut as I gently patted his butt. I put Dalilah on the bed.

......We have a responsible man, which means directly, we must be prepared with all his time-consuming and attentive activities......

......later, if you have grown up later, do not fall into the dark hole of life because of lack of affection......

......Prove, if you become a tough girl like me, who is not complacent with the freedom of the glittering world......

......my message is for you, Dalilah......