My Husband is a Ningrat

Chapters 20.

We arrived at a hill. Not so tall as when he and I last met. Again he took me to the edge of the abyss, "You're not gonna make me almost die again, are you?" I asked while looking anxiously at Kaysan, Kaysan smiled flatly, "No." she replied.

Not so long, the car stopped at the lower parking lot, because after this only the path we passed. We had to climb up first to get to where he was headed. Dry leaves were strewn across our path, again the dimly lit place he was looking for. Wouldn't it be nice if he took me to a cafe or to a place that was booming right now. Let it seem romantic and hits.

He took me up the hill, up with a breath. With the sweat that had soaked my clothes, I made sure that the sour smell adorned my armpits.

I wonder what the definition of dating should be like this. It's so scary, unlike my first love date.

My legs are tired, but he's still excited. "Snap. Still not far?" I said while holding both knees. My breath went up and down quickly.

"It will be soon, Rinjani" he said as he walked away from me. I looked around, there were only trees swaying to the rhythm of the wind.

I shuddered in horror, looking around. Quiet as uninhabited, I limped in his footsteps, "Wait for Kay, don't hurry the path."

Kaysan turned towards me, "I'm waiting for you Rinjani."

Patience, it's exhausting, my throat is dry. But looking at him who still looks macho, not tired of making me frown, "You're not tired? I'm thirsty, is there a drink up there?" I still try to regulate my breath.

"Whatever's there for you, come here in a minute." Kaysan pulled my arm, I stumbled following him.

Sure enough, after that I looked at the small huts with bright lights. There are so many young people who spend time here.

Then why didn't I see the people who were uphill with me.

"This hill is not as high as the Rinjani mountain I have climbed, Rinjani. This is nothing compared to having to climb a mountain with a height of 3,726 m asl. There's something harder than that, it's hard to climb your trust."

I gawked, my jaw almost dislodged. He started to seduce me in his own way. Funny, he's different. Maybe because we're different, I feel weird.

"Can't we drink first..." I walked ahead of Kaysan looking for a bamboo hut that was still loose. It was full, only empty seats on the edge of the ravine.

Nestapa was trailing me again. Why did my life seem destined to die fall into the abyss.

"What do you want?" Kaysan put the menu list in front of me. I flipped through the thin paper.

"Ehm... Can anything be?" ask shy.

"May, this hill may be yours."

I gulped my hard saliva, "Piscok is like lemon tea, Cold." I explained again, Kaysan was busy writing it on a piece of paper. He passed away leaving me staring at the sky.

Ordinary girl who was with the prince it feels there is only a story of the cartoon Cinderella. It is necessary to be tortured first by his cruel stepmother and brothers. Then there was the fairy godmother who saved him, because of the glass shoes she met the prince. Then what about my story, what the Queen Mother is my mother, then the debt becomes the beginning of my love story. Destiny is always funny.

I smiled to myself, it was impossible for us to be together. Lying to the heart what's wrong, I'd rather not be stuck with the wrong marriage. It's not her fault, but it's me who doesn't deserve to be with her.

The fight is not only during courtship, it is when the two hearts are united in the sacred bond of marriage. The real fight is really going to happen.

Let's talk tonight, all in all!

After 20 minutes, he came with a tray. Funny yes, he who used to be served precisely now must serve me. Girls don't know themselves!

"Drink" he said, putting a glass beside me. He sat down, inhaling the smoke of the coffee hitamb that was still steaming hot. Picking up a cigarette from the bag of jeans he was wearing.

"Can the prince smoke, hmm?"

"Eat already? Wanna?" I lifted the Piscok I had stabbed with a fork.

He looked at me with a strange look, "May."

"Open your mouth." I said as I thrust the piscok in front of his mouth.

He ate it while he tapped into the taste, "Lumayan."

"Only once, the rest for me." I said smilingly, putting the plate on my thigh.

He just returned with his smile. It's not annoying, that smile. A smile that is intoxicating.

I was late with a plate of Piscok in my hand, he was busy with tobacco in his hand.

We dissolve in silence, but not in our minds. Our thoughts are like talking to ourselves.

My piscok is gone, I've also finished my lemon tea.

"It's full let's go home. It's not good to bring a girl home tonight." Honestly, this is just my excuse, I have nowhere to go, no one to look forward to me. Which house I went to did not exist. Just the shop I'm looking for sustenance in. Hiding from the cruel world.

"Wait, we haven't even spoken yet." She rebutted quickly as she looked at the clock in her hand, "Give me a moment. I've been waiting for this moment."

Where does this talk start. We're both weird, very weird.

Kaysan cleaned up the glasses and dishes that were the distance between us. Shift his position near me.

"Remember the tagline these days, have to keep a safe distance!"

"Say..." Pintanya.

I looked at him, "We're different Kaysan."

"Why do I take you up the hill and over the cliff. Even if I want to be able to take you straight ahead here, there's no need to bother climbing like that." Kaysan showed me a parking lot not far from where we were sitting. Even the parking lot could go straight to the little huts I saw just now after climbing up, "Why is it complicated?"

"Because I want to take you to a high place, higher than this hill."

I looked deeply into Kaysan's eyes and all I saw was sincerity. I don't know because the atmosphere is so sweet on Sunday night. Or is it just me who is too.

"Why should I, why not look for a girl comparable to you. Is it because I'm an ordinary girl and it'll be easy for you to lie?"

"Nothing you've suspected." Now his face is bent. I even saw a stroke of disappointment on his face. My heart feels sliced, that's not what I mean.

Why do I feel guilty now, breaking his heart. Making this prince a nelangsa out of love, I really like girls do not know themselves, do not know the lucky. The windfall rejected may be the mind of such a reader. But I'm just an ordinary girl, there's nothing I can be proud of. I also hurt the reader with this feeling. It feels tight, painful. My fear is greater than this feeling.

Momentary silence...

"Meet Rosmini's mother, you already know the answer."

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