My Husband is a Ningrat

Season 2's. [Suspension III game ]

Kaysan POV.

As I passed through the lobby, people observed my arrival. They showed her smile, whispering with the friend next to her without a second of winking her eyes. I smile. They were stunned to see the good looks of the prince who was wearing royal attributes complete with his crown.

The seconds passed, my eyes closed with long breaths. Anne put one of her hands on my arm. What a cheap gimmick I had to do to grab the public's attention and support our school.

"It's just acting, Daddy. Rilex." she said so calmly. While Rinjani's shadow kept spinning in my head. Every step is inevitable; all must exercise their respective roles. As with this situation, I cannot avoid my responsibilities.

"If this is just acting, don't overdo it!" hatch me. The problem is not only that, this race is held live streaming and can be accessed around the world. I don't want Rinjani to see me dancing in front of Anne - the girl who made her jealous - although Rinjani would know, because when the theatrical performance was first, Rinjani already knew Anne was the cast of Shinta.

"Anne knows, Daddy." His eyes blinked next to. I snort sickened.

The weeks of spring are dotted with clear skies. The flowers are white, red, purple, yellow blooming when struck by sunlight. The colors are so beautiful, the aroma fosters a true sense of happiness. But inside here it feels... Silent.

Frankly, I seem to be mediocre in this situation. But in fact I was angry with myself. I trained Anne to dance for weeks, letting her intensely close to me . Until today arrived. I sighed worriedly.

I have given all my time to my students, betraying the confidence and trust of Rinjani that he entrusted.

The love story of Rama and Shinta tells about a Rama who does not believe in the sanctity of Shinta when kidnapped by Ravana. Until Shinta was saved by the god of fire, when Rama asked him to throw himself into the fire as a proof of his purity is still intact.

The story is really a lot of intrigue 'trust' and intimacy between Rama and Shinta. Until the end of the performance, Rama and Shinta will end with a dance accompanied by Javanese gamelan instrumental.

Arrive at the spectator bench that has been prepared by the committee. We wait for the sequence number turn for the stage. Anne was next to me, she repeatedly took portraits of herself. And, confidently mentioning like an angel.

"Daddy, I want a costume like this, and a kebaya like Grandma Laura's." said Anne. It felt like I wanted to hang it on the clothesline, or on the flagpole so that his flattened body was getting dry and easily blown by the wind.

I'm not indifferent. However, it was not Anne who had no sense. He's raving in Do'a, though,

The sound of applause echoed through the room, drowning Anne's voice and her wishes. Suddenly, he put up a pouting face.

"Daddy ignored me like papa."

"Anne, this is in public. And, I'm your teacher. Act like a disciple who honors his teacher. Remember, fine!" Anne nodded pasra, but she easily restored her mood by inviting her friends to take selfies.

I approached the other teachers who participated in enlivening the race event. We are talking about the show that was staged by another High School. Some carry Aboriginal culture, the rest carries the theme of teenage love stories and all the problems.

The day before the performance began, we had already done a rehearsal with the sound and lighting stylist. Just waiting for another sequence number, we will kick off the stage of the Sydney opera house with a spectacular performance.

Rinjani POV.

"Mr.." call Nakula.

"What?" askaku after washing the ASI pump.

"Keenan is at the Sydney opera house. He said today Kaysan will be performing." I take Nakula's explanation.

"Can live stream, Ma'am. In case you want to see me." Nakula awaits my answer. To be honest I was lazy to see Kaysan dancing, but if I didn't see him. My brain will be filled with questions. Nonetheless, we have already given up the promise and I just hope that the man does not renege on his promise as well. I patiently continued to wait.

"What time does it start?"

I pull up a chair, wait.

"What are you guys doing?" I turned my head, Santosa stood up while showing a confused look.

"You see the charade of the love story of Rama and Shinta" I replied.

"May I come? Looks good."

"Who are you with?" Hey, there's no way we're excited to see Kaysan dance. While Dalilah in the room alone, wailing gamang room ceiling.

"Be asleep, accompanied by Mbok Narsih."

I nodded, pointing at a different chair. Santoso sat next to Nakula.

Television screens began to show crowds inside the Sydney opera house. All the seats seemed full of spectators and students who crowded the performance area. My eyes were immediately fixed on a row of spectator benches wearing different clothes and appearing to stand out from the rest. I watched his movements carefully.

"Haryo prince Gusti Kaysan was dashing everywhere."

I confused the little smile, "That's my husband." My husband is very familiar with his students.

I grip the seat handle.

"Not yet to begin the show, ndoro ayu."

"I'm already lazy. Dancing reminds me of what I've been." I can't think of her sometimes making me weak, whereas I'm required to stand up straight with the gentleness of the face. When I thought about it again, I immediately gasped at the irony before I went to look for a hostel with Nakula. As my eyes blatantly watched the intimacy of Kaysan and Nurmala Sari dancing at that time. And, this incident is repeated again. I feel like I want to get my eyes off. However, what I did was to attach my eyes to the television screen.

"There's Keenan looking after Kaysan's mas." said Nakula, trying to calm my mind.

I'm throttling. Santoso again showed a confused face.

"If GPH can dance, can ndoro ayu also dance?"

"Ssttt. I'm focusing on this."

Santoso.

The three of us began to focus on seeing the theatrical epic that was packed so coolly. I admit, what Kaysan did especially regarding his responsibilities, he prepared perfectly.

Standing applaus that happened in the building, accompanied by applause that echoed the entire building gave me goosebumps. I rub my arms, my legs shake. And, as soon as my tears burst into my eyes. Kaysan and Anne must have been training hard, the chemistry between them.

In my mind was ambushed by an uncomfortable feeling. I get out of the chair.

"I left Dalilah for a long time" I said in passing, avoiding the handsome gazes of Santosa and Nakula. Nakula called me many times, I don't care.

I should have refused his invitation and everything I saw resulted in waiting too hard now.

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