My Husband is a Ningrat

Chapter 21. [Castrophe in the store ]

Sunday morning there was a disaster in the store, how not to be a disaster. The owner of this store has panicked seven rounds, splashy, beyond the excitement I had when I met my favorite band.

Early in the morning Ms. Rosmini had come messing with my sleep. Even last night I just slept at one. My eyes are hard to open, but I have to force it, if not early in the morning I have been sprayed with scolding.

"Just meet Kaysan just so excited Mom, B aja time." I said as I swept the floor, many times I yawned resisting sleepiness.

"It's incredible Rinjani, it's amazing!" he said enthusiastically while tidying up his clothes, justifying the powder. Lipstick is no longer, make me laugh.

"Kaysan comes at eight, at this hour mom is already menor. Later fade the powder, waterproof not tuh. Lippatte no mother's lipstick?" I teased him, he pursed his lips. It's funny that this mother is my inner self, I want to laugh at her.

"Why are you so relaxed Rinjani? Why not take a shower?" ... Then he did not realize that I would be told to clean the store, which was soon sent to the snack market. To welcome guests of honor.

"Mending mom on cue, rather than dry later. It smells.." I said, flanking my nose.

Quickly his hand slapped my shoulder, "Openly, mom's perfume is expensive."

I nodded in resignation. If the Madam has been pleased what is the power of a servant who is only an employee.

"Which money do you make to buy a banquet." I raise my hand. Ms. Rosmini deftly took hundreds of thousands of dollars from her branded KW bag.

"Rather than buy KW mending buy a local bag only Bu, which is important ORI."

I stuck out my tongue, Miss Rosmini shouted in her crisp tone, "Rinjani...!"

I laughed, it was so good to prank Miss Rosmini. How's he gonna be if I leave last night with his guest of honor. Could pass out of breath he'll later. What more if he knows me and Kaysan, Ah. It's shame to talk about it.

I'm too ashamed to say. Let our storyline be a secret, let our body language do the talking.

I walked down the sidewalk, towards the market. Throughout the journey there was only me and my thoughts, even I forgot to pay my debt to Nina. I paused for a moment, took my phone. Write a message for Nina,

"Come to the store, check out this morning's drama. I'll wait 8."

I put my phone back in my pants pocket.

I spread my eyes, looking for my father. How's dad, where is he, why never look for me? Or my last words hurt her, whether I was like an ungodly child, father, I was just a daughter who wanted complete affection.

I got to the hawker market seller, I was confused looking for what was suitable for him. Really troublesome.

Finally, after being chased by time, I choose what types of food that look good. Fried Lumpia, onde-onde, bakpia, callus, sum-sum jang, and other types that I do not know his name.

Let him choose his favorite.

I took two white plastics, walked back to the store. My eyes are still wandering around looking for my father. To be honest, I miss it, but the hatred in my chest is so hard for me. I don't know why, maybe there are too many wounds on my father's incision. It was hard for my heart to open again. This wound also added another wound that became my fear.

I reached the store, Miss Rosmini stood waving her hands. "Quick Rinjani, it'll be eight."

Oh my God, what a spirit this mother has. I widened my footsteps, "Sweet me Mom, tired." My breath was ragged, how not tired, last night I and he chose to go through the path again. My legs ached until the store, what this is called a tiring date. I don't know where he's going to take his steps, it looks like my feet should be ready to follow him.

"Groomed tidbits on a plate, Rinjani."

"Yes, yes."

"What a neat!"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Rinjani, take a shower."

"Yes." Yeah."

I snatched the onde-onde and devoured it. I haven't even had breakfast yet, "Mom eat first, don't pass out later. I can't stand my mother's body." I said as I swept the towel.

"Rinjani, how gnarly mom." Ms. Rosmini held her chest, her eyes twinkling.

"If you're not nervous, you're dead to, Mom." I laughed, while Rosmini's mother held a serie while her mouth was muttering.

"You're ugly, Rinjani."

I spent my time in the bathroom, this is the first meeting after my status changed. No longer just friends. Cook it up, it's not funny.

I linger in this narrow bathroom. While Miss Rosmini was excited to tell me to quickly finish.

I feel most annoyed if in the bathroom there is something disturbing, with grumbling I finish my bath. Put on clothes and walk out.

Wearing handbody and facial moisturizer. Last time I combed my hair. It's been too long, maybe after this I should get a haircut, throw shit.

My business is done, now it's just a matter of calming Miss Rosmini.

"Rinjani, how does the mother's powder wear off?"

"Rinjani, mom's lipstick is messy no?"

"Rinjani, mom's clothes are scrappy no?"

"Rinjani's..."

I let out a long sigh, "Try mom spinning?"

Ms. Rosmini said to me, she's circling around like a model showing off a shirt.

"perfect. I'm just gonna have a little bit more powder, pretty." I said to please her, because this is all I'm looking for from the reason for this meeting. Makes the people around me happy.

"Pull your breath, let it out. Breathe in, let out."

I started chuckling with Miss Rosmini's nose, "Mom relax ya, rilex."

While waiting for her to come, I prefer to reply to Nina's message.

"What drama Jani, I'm busy. There's a morning study at the mosque near the house."

"Mother Ros, meet Kaysan. Here, I have something to talk about. It matters!"

"There's plenty of food here Nin, you're free to eat."

My last message to Nina, I also look forward to anxiously waiting for Nina and Kaysan. Even the time has shown at 08:15, Ms. Rosmini was worried. If Kaysan doesn't come to visit, I'll make sure. This mother will sulk, angry at me. Don't wanna talk to me.

Come on, this time, everyone's on my side. I had already surrendered myself to Kaysan, letting him climb my trust.

"Jani, why hasn't he come yet?" His voice was dim, unlike earlier when a catastrophic sound hit my eardrum.

"Patience, ma'am, she's definitely coming." I stroked his back. Not long after the BMW car that Kaysan used to use parking in front of the store.

Mrs Rosmini's eyes twinkled, she stood up. Tidying up his robe, looking for glass to see the order of his hijab, "Jani, he's coming."

My heart was pounding, not as usual.

We haven't even met in 24 hours.

He walked towards the shop door, greeted by Bu Rosmini who repeatedly bowed her body, "GPH Kaysan."

Kaysan bowed his body as well, he shook Bu Rosmini's hand.

Ms. Rosmini looked surprised, her face was happy not to play. Maybe in his mind he said hamdalah many times.

Long time conversing with Miss Rosmini finally Kaysan's eyes turned to me. Our eyes meet each other, there is only a smile that reciprocates.

"Jani, make me a drink." Eh buset, should whispers also tell me. Just talk I definitely don't refuse.

Finally I passed by leaving the two of them, leaving Miss Rosmini unable to sleep all night after this meeting.

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