My Husband is a Ningrat

Season 2's. [V IV waiting game ]

Rinjani POV.

I used to sit curled up on the sofa next to the window. However, now I choose to stand up, flinching while leaning my head on the window sill.

The mind persists to keep the feeling of tightness in the chest. However, tears betray and spill over my cheeks.

The sunlight that dazzled the eyes, instantly disappeared was covered by a shadow.

"Stop crying. Because I will be troubled to take care of Dalilah." said Santosa. He loves the Dalilah.

"I'm not crying." I lie. I was in a hurry to wipe my tears.

"Loving a Prince does require a struggle, it takes a heart as vast as the ocean as my name suggests."

I saw Dalilah watching Santosa's lips move.

"Yang ndoro ayu natural now, not everything is visible. There are still many hidden and will ambush ndoro ayu secretly."

"It's better tomorrow Mr. Santosa wears a mask. Kasian Dalilah." Immediately, I switched the conversation, as there was no way I would confide in a bachelor. Wrong-wrong will become misunderstood and consider it a place to vent.

"This is how your daughter is, and I don't say much when I'm looking after her."

"Better Mr. Santosa quickly find a wife, because you look experienced in babysitting." said I comforted myself. Santosa smiled, "May I kiss Dalilah?"

My eyes are round, dalilah's kissed om-om, my God. Why are the two humans in front of me equally flirtatious.

"Awhile? Indeed, as long as you carry Dalilah, you've never kissed her?" Santosa shrugged her shoulders high.

"I don't dare if I haven't got permission from anyone" Santosa said politely.

I looked at Dalilah and Santosa.

"Just kiss her forehead, and it has to be in front of me."

Santosa smiled slightly, she looked at Dalilah. And, put that brief kiss on Dalilah's forehead. I saw him, saw Santosa do that lovingly.

"Thank you ndoro ayu. I am grateful that Kanjeng Sultan allowed me to work here. Even if you are just a baby sitter. My body is strong, muscular, but that's okay. I am still grateful."

I'm nodding. He has proven that he can be a trusted person. And, I owe him a debt of gratitude - for saving me from the baby blues drama.

"May my daughter still remember you as an adult, if the one who nurtured her is an om-om."

I chuckled to myself as my imagination imagined Dalilah staring at the white-haired om-om - Be angry and whine in disbelief.

"So good, crying doesn't fix things."

I glanced at Santosa at a glance, maybe if she came first before Kaysan. I will definitely admire him as a mature man with good manners.

Realitadi we spoke through the open window, "When I'm going to practice walking, buy some meatballs and miss."

Santosa nodded, he petted Dalilah and gave her ASI-P from a baby bottle delivered Mbok Narsih.

I approached Dalilah who had been closed to enjoy the heart pound Santosa.

"It seems like enough of you. Rest." I took over Dalilah.

"I am waiting for a lunch from ndoro ayu."

"Yes-yes, tomorrow this weekend. The twins, and others. Not both!!!" I confirmed the last sentence.

Santosa nodded, "Many are more exciting than just the two, understandably later can cause slander."

"Pinter.." I said as I headed for the room.

Kaysan POV.

We cuddled. Unknowingly due to hysteria at the announcement of the championship we won by welcoming the first champion.

Gurgles, cheers, compliments were heard filling my eardrums. I get goosebumps when everyone appreciates the show

I took off her hug, "Sorry, Anne."

Anne looked at me meaningfully, then she nodded. "Finally Daddy hugged me" he said with a smile.

"It doesn't mean anything, I'm just getting carried away. My efforts succeeded, which means. I can get a bonus home sooner."

I took off my crown, and turned to my other protege. One by one, they hugged me and thanked me. Because in fact, this race becomes the benchmark of those who want to continue their education to college with a major in acting arts. Which means directly, they will be accepted without going through the selection of new students.

Happy crying coloring acceptance of the champion trophy. I smiled for a moment, and said goodbye to one of the escort teachers who was busy taking photos with their students. I took the stage and walked into the dressing room. The theatrics were enough until I returned to being the real Kaysan, not Prabu Rama Wijaya.

Coming out of the Sydney opera house, I sat pensively remembering something that had been an important part of my love story and Rinjani's journey. Honesty and openness allowed me to feel relief-the moment-it-was-

The breeze of the beach and twilight is a beautiful combination of the horizon. I enjoyed it for a while before something jolted me in shock.

"The kids are waiting for Daddy to come home to the hotel together."

Anne's forehead is thinly wrinkled.

"We want a party, Daddy. Celebrating our school's victory. All the teachers will be home tomorrow morning and check out."

"Give me a minute" I said.

Anne looked at me with a sad look.

"So right, after this Daddy and Laura's family will return to Java?"

"Yes. My responsibilities are done here, Anne. At home, there are many more responsibilities that I have to do. So, please. Be a smart girl."

Anne nodded, "I'll make Mr. Kay is proud of me. Later if I have grown up later and I have grasped all my ideals. I will visit the land of Java!!!" he said it was full of ambition. I consider Anne's speech to be just careless, because I believe time will turn her into a talented model with a busy life. Until he'll forget his first love-and it's me.

*

At night, in the hotel ballroom. The celebration of victory happened so brightly. Half an hour only we spent to taste the cakes presented in the accompaniment of a joking sentau that sounded obvious.

I deliberately contacted Keenan to join together. Because this morning he said he was watching the race I was doing.

"Mas, bad news" he said in a trembling voice.

"What?" my many.

"Report from Nakula, if Madam Jani had also seen the show. Crying."

"All right, thanks for the info. But now it's time to have some fun. Find a boyfriend." I said blatantly. Keenan snorted in annoyance.

"The girls here are like Anne. You don't remember that time? I had to be an amateur photographer who photographed himself many times. If I get the wrong angle, I have to repeat it again, he said so Perfect and suitable for uploading on social media."

Keenan hissing exasperated.

"Prepare yourself upon arrival in Java later. Because chances are, your life will be filled with the seduction of girls your age."

Keenan's charm is who doesn't refuse. Step-sister Rinjani will be a byword if it is already in the land of Java. His body was tall, his eyes silver-grayish-descending genetic Laura. One more, the superiority of Keenan. He was an adult before his time. Mature in thinking and behavior. Some adult magazines I found in his room. Of course, unbeknownst to Laura and Father, I interrogated Keenan with four eyes. The answer to the classic teen-wanting reason knows new things. Sexual education from an early age is indeed applied in High School, but no doubt it triggers excessive knowledge desire for unstable teenagers who seek identity. I as a father of the beautiful Dalilah was also made aware of the problem. Tomorrow when Dalilah is a teenager, I will take care of her by giving her a lot of close supervision.

"What about Jani, mas. Mama realistically called me to straighten out the misunderstanding between mas and Mbak. Mama is afraid, Ma'am Jani became moody." said Keenan worriedly.

"Let it go, another week I'll go home to surprise him." I smiled and could not wait to get home.

The party continued until eleven p.m.

Some of the students went back to their rooms. Leave some students who still enjoy dessert snacks.

Me and some other teachers were still chatting in the smoking room, discussing about my return later. Some regret my decision, but the rest has become a human right to choose a big decision.

Tonight is the night of farewell between me and the other teachers. We spent time together taking the topic of adult men. My closeness and Anne became the fruit of their lips. Sometimes people tell me to make Anne a sugar baby. I laughed crisply, and again poured cold wine into the glass.

No doubt, something classic can not be separated from me.

Treasures, Thrones, and Women are the temptations that come my way. I want to make a resolution, which means there are a lot of rules that I have to break and develop.

I set foot into the room with a shank. My head's dizzy. Having fun with a bule guy gets me hooked. Not only one or two bottles of wine we spent, but there was one crate of red wine which means we spent 24 bottles containing 330ml of red wine with a content of 19.7°.

"Daddy, get drunk." The voice was familiar to me, even though I did not see it.

"Stay away from me." I said hoarsely.

"I'll take Daddy to the room!"

I clap Anne's hand that wants to touch my body.

"It's the last warning before I really..."

*

The next morning, I found myself in my room. My head is dizzy, my eyes are hard to open. With a random gesture, I searched my phone.

I pinched my forehead when I knew the time had shown daylight.

A lot of messages came in saying there were some students and teachers who had gone home to Melbourne. Including Anne.

I remember last night, Anne came up to me. We had a little argument before I was completely shut down, and now it's in the room.

My mind was glaring, who reached my body to the room!? There's no way Anne's a flathead, she must be overwhelmed by my body that's twice as big as her body.

I rubbed my face rough, it helps me to see the cctv footage along the corridor of the ballroom to my room to ascertain the truth myself.

After I finished preparing to go home, I took the time to visit the cctv room. There was a debate with the officer. But after I explained who I was. Finally they let me see the cctv footage last night. I growled, something will erupt from my head.

Insolent child...!!!

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