My Husband is a Ningrat

Season 2's. [V waiting game]

I clenched my hands together, begging Father to let me go Sunday night.

"Just buy some meatballs, Daddy, then go home."

"If you only want to buy meatballs, you can order via ojek online."

"Ayahanda, the princess is bored at home. The princess wants to take a walk."

"Then what about Dalilah, my granddaughter can't wander through the night!" tukas Ayahanda's.

"There was Mbok Narsih, and Mother Sasmita. Rinjani has also prepared a lot of milk in the refrigerator. Come on, Ayahanda, the meat stalls are closing." I finally whined.

My mood is changing without prediction. I was happy when I saw Dalilah, but as the sting inside my brain became clearer and sharper about Kaysan, I was easy to cry and often awake.

"Rinjani has been two months at home. Tired of Father." I lowered my head, I wanted to get out of the house for a moment and breathe cold air.

Ayahanda patted the top of my head, "Alright, it's far from the husband, already Ayahanda brackets inside the house, it's good that you have fun so that your mind is calm."

I looked up, I kissed the back of Father's hand after which a smile rose on my lips.

I crawled back and coded Santosa, "Cusss.." I said I gave her a warning to get ready.

Santosa nodded, "I have permission with Kanjeng Sultan. Next I will obey the order ndoro ayu."

"Ribet." I muttered softly as I headed for the room. I have to get ready and dress up like a 21-year-old. Besides, I haven't smelled the scent of a weekly night filled with love addicts in a long time.

When dusk sinks in exchange for the darkness of the night. I'm waiting for a date in the family room.

I'm wearing jeans, a metal t-shirt and another favorite sneaker. My hair is a long booth that I will cover with a hat owned by Kaysan.

This is a manipulation of age so as not to look like a young mother of one child.

"There are mothers who do not want to be called mothers." Sadewa.

I stood up, and I saw three lovers in the doorway. They looked at me with contemptuous and mocking looks.

"What!" my sergeant. My eyes glare. Being between the twins and Nanang, I must be prepared to be groomed by them.

"Already in the milk has not ASI, Ma'am?" ask Nakula.

"That Betul, one of his ASI will seep and make a fuss." Sadewa rolled her eyes lazily.

"I've tucked away the Breast pad. So not translucent!" my answer.

"Pantes looks bigger."

Anisa looked at Nanang with a warlike gaze. I laughed, "Nang... Someone wants to faint again. Call an ambulance."

Anisa smiled, she hid her face behind Nanang's arm.

"No need to hear his chatter. He really likes it, discussing what has been." said Nanang comforted Anisa.

"What are you waiting for? Let's go, we watch Godzilla vs. Kong, it's just bought meatballs" said Sadewa.

"Wait a minute, my adjutant will have to come along. Otherwise Father will be angry." I chuckled little, "Hopefully, the beautiful princess must be guarded strictly by bodyguards."

The six people in front of me sighed in annoyance.

"So we dated in the company of the adjutant. Alamak, can't be friendly."

"Your brains should be refreshed, Wa. Look at your twin brother, Nakula just didn't protest. Is that Rahma's sister?"

Rahma only smiled, though she realized that her hands were twitching in Nakula's arms.

"Why do I feel like a single person, when I'm more experienced than you."

For a moment they were busy with their respective discussions. For some reason, Tumben Santosa is not on time.

I walked to his room. By chance, he just came out of his room.

"It's been a long dance." I cried.

Santosa. He smiles. Forgive me Gusti if I call him handsome.

"Sorry, ndoro ayu. I was confused what to wear. Be the only one I wear."

My jaw was almost dislodged, 'this is all I wear', what kind of words he uttered. 'This is all, ' but he looks like Randy Pangalila. Typical bad boy but his handsome is not kelulungan, it deserves Dalilah comfortable with him.

"Have a hard time, let's get going. Before Father changes his mind and Dalilah wakes up." Dalilah is in the main house, with Mbok Narsih and mother Sasmita. Tonight I leave Dalilah to those who are good at babysitting.

The eight of us walked to the parking lot. We were divided into two cars. Before we got out of the house, I made a new rule that made the three pairs of young people even more upset and raved.

CAN'T MAKE OUT IN FRONT OF PRINCESS RINJANI.

Sadewa cursed, he mumbled himself and was furious with my rules which were ridiculous and unreasonable. While he heralded the events that he often knew-when I made love to Kaysan.

Nakula and Rahma came with me, with Santosa being the driver. During the trip there was only the sound of Santosa whistling enjoying the song from the radio.

Every now and then I glanced at the passenger bench, Nakula and Rahma were seen keeping their distance, but their hands were still clutched.

I shook my head, "You're like a trailer!"

"Just tell me you're jealous!" suhut Nakula's.

"Mbak is not envious, but Rahma's brother is more suited to Santosa's path. Sepantaran. While you look like Rahma's sister."

Nakula couldn't argue about it, she looked at Rahma's sister looking for a defense.

"Finish your college and marry me soon."

A glimmer of hope smashed into Nakula's face. He smiled and nodded steadily.

"Yes, I'm fine."

"But, ndoro ayu looks moody? It is better that Sunday night is used for fun, according to the reason ndoro ayu was against Ayahanda."

I laughed crisply, "Don't worry about me, Santosa. Just worry about yourself being single at a ripe age."

Santosa smiled, "Then what should I do to get a beautiful girl like ndoro ayu?" The sentence was struck with a stammering and timid tone.

Nakula cleared her throat, "Mbak Jani is beautiful, but it's a pity that someone has!" slouched, telak.

Santosa nodded, she remained focused on driving following the car in front of her.

Shortly after, we arrived at my subscription meatball stall that Nanang clearly knew.

The eight of us sat face to face. Chatting things that are not important, until Nanang mouth sparks the idea to make a bet.

"Sambal five spoons, should not drink as long as the meatballs have not run out. The loser has to treat all this and watch later." said Nanang.

"That's right! I'm an onion. I can't eat spicy, said Mother later Dalilah mencret if I eat spicy."

"A onion but already have a child. Hey, Rinjani is my ex-boyfriend. Don't cheat!!!" Sergey Nanang.

Hearing 'Rinjani my ex-lover' Santosa staring intently at Nanang. He wanted to prevent me from taking that bet. But I shook my head. Trivial things like this actually enliven the atmosphere and make me momentarily forget the doubts that wallow in my head.

"OK-okay, but if Dalilah why-why do you bear it."

Eight bowls of meatballs were presented in front of the table, along with sweet iced tea that made our appetite immediately volatile.

This bet should be so easy, but considering there is a Dalilah that absorbs nutrients from the breast milk it drinks. I hesitated to pour sambal into my bowl.

Whether true or not, I myself am not familiar with the idea of ancient people who say if drinking ice children will runny nose, if eating spicy children will hurt the stomach. No matter what is true, only reality and evidence can show the truth.

"Mom-mother-of-one don't cheat!" sela Sadewa's. Both my ears are sharpened,

"Brissy!" I said, I pour sambal up to five spoons.

"Timing ten minutes!" said Nanang while setting the stop watch.

We all nodded, and showed hostile gazes.

"Ready, sets. ...!!!"

I stirred up my meatballs, tasted it a little. Spicy taste immediately spread on my lips, then towards my stomach, and finally made my stomach hot.

Isabelle who is not used to eating the chili, her lips increasingly look red. He handed his bowl to Sadewa, "Beib, I can't stand it." he lamented, Sadewa's eyes glared. "Are you kidding me, beib?" Isabelle shook her head, "Spend beib, if you love me."

"Fuck with love, beib. It's so spicy..." Sadewa. Instantly our table was filled with laughter that confiscated other buyers.

"Five more minutes, time over" said Nanang.

We continue this fucking bet.

My mouth was numb with a hot and spicy taste. Santosa's forehead was sweating, which further added to the masculine impression on her body.

Nanang moreover, he's a gentleman pretentious. I know, he is also spiciness.

Nakula and Rahma, not anymore. These two lovebirds must indeed be called a trailer. They still hold hands to strengthen each other. Worse than all of this is Sadewa's face. His cheeks were pushy with meatballs that filled his entire mouth.

I couldn't help but laugh, until I choked on the meatballs that I didn't all chew, "Jerah.." I said choking.

Santosa picked up my glass, "Drink ndoro ayu."

I let out a sigh of relief as the iced tea had already cooled my digestive tract.

"Time over" said Nanang.

We breathe simultaneously.

"Your idemu mad mas. I'm gonna puke!!!" sahut Sadewa, he ran towards the toilet. All wiping each other's sweat. As if he did not care about the sound of Sadewa vomiting in the toilet. Isabelle approached Sadewa into the toilet, her face showing a regretful face.

"The loser, Rinjani. He drinks first." said Nanang.

I flicked my finger, saying it was small to me, "Ayahanda gave me pocket money for Sunday night. Look." Look." I reached into my wallet and showed me a debit card.

"That's right, Ma'am. Meatball stalls don't have any swipes!"

"The onion's not smart!"

I grinned the horses, "Use your money first. Change it later." Nakula and Nanang were perplexed.

"Let me pay for it. Yesterday I finished paying." Santosa came up with an idea that I immediately agreed with.

"I'm sorry Mr. Santosa, I should have treated you."

Santosa smiled, he approached the meatball seller and paid the bill.

"I want to go home, Mom. Not watching." Sadewa came out of the bathroom, with Isabelle wiping her.

"What about the four of you? Want to go home or watch?" ask Nanang.

"Just go home, I'm not calm leaving Dalilah for too long. Anyway, it's all wet my Breast pad."

"One home, all home."

Ala results, tonight this Sunday we just fill with ridiculous bets bearing havoc for Sadewa. We went home with laughter upon the agony of Sadewa who was complaining of pain - his stomach was pale - his face was stinking.

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