My Husband is a Ningrat

Anthology of short stories [Sadeva III ]

Three days after I announced my heartbreak day. I started to collect the items Isabelle gave me into the box. I'm going to give it to the orphanage, where my college friends and I spend time with the orphans on Sundays.

One by one these memorabilia reminded me of Isabelle who gave me precious things.

To me, all the things that women give are precious things. Although sometimes the purchase must wait for the discount. Like these Converse shoes, he bought them when there was a 1 free 1 buy promo. He said let's couple. Then, the Boomber jacket that he bought in the Netherlands when near his house there was a shocked market. Then, this is a pair of white swans that symbolize love. Not yet the padlock Isabelle gave her, while she kept the key. But the most of all Isabelle's gifts is the t-shirt. That's almost three dozen.

I pushed the box that had four wheels out of the room. Really, actually during these three days I was embarrassed to go out of the room, because surely I would be in mockery of all the humans in the main house.

Even long nights I passed with anxiety, short sleeps tinged with anxiety. Often I wait for the night to roll by while watching the video Irene sends again. I still owe him a promise to accompany him on the streets in a frog car.

Maybe not the right time, but a promise is a promise. I have to meet him and apologize to him in a gentleman manner. I began to realize, Nakula's words were indeed true. If I play with fire a lot and underestimate women's feelings. I will reap bad karma.

I passed through the hallway, making the sound of the wheels of this box echo in the silence. Then, a little boy with hair in a ponytail stood in front of the box as he spread out his hands.

"Om Wawa, Dalilah wants to go up." Like his mother, this boy was already riding on top of the box, before I allowed him.

"Om Wawa, howling..." You brat, still lispy is smart to tell a prince.

I took a swing, and told Dalilah to hold on to the side of the box. Dalilah laughed gigglingly as I pushed the box vigorously. Until the box hit the wall because I was late to brake it. The Dalilah laughs.

"Had descended. Om Wawa is leaving."

He shook his head, his hands clutching the side of the box tightly.

"Om Wawa, again."

"Bulik where's Nindy?" my many.

"Bulik Indy balu peed." replied Dalihilah.

"One more time, Wawa wants to go."

He nodded, I turned the box and pushed him quickly to his room.

"It's here, now it's down!"

"Telimakacih om Wawa." Dalilah run small, I don't know where to play now.

*

The wind threw a mane of blonde hair on Irene's face.

I invited him to accompany me to the orphanage. Even though we are not just the two of us, Irene remains my responsibility. He continues to be beside me. Every now and then the orphanage boy is amazed to see it. Irene slalu threw a smile despite not knowing the meaning of the word that the orphanage children had thrown at her.

It wasn't easy to persuade Irene to come with me. His father had already pointed a gun at me. If it wasn't Laura who mediated, I would have been covered in blood and in the ER.

Me and Irene did not part well. I can't guess his mood now either. But, after all, I always knew, there was a lot I-Irene wanted to talk about.

"So this is the orphanage you were talking about?" ask Irene. Wearing English.

I nodded, "My activities are like this on Sunday, not with Isabelle. We have a different view of life. Isabelle with her popularity. I love social activities."

Irene looked at me as if in disbelief.

"Why?" my many.

"I just didn't expect you to be able to love two women at once. Then what did it mean to me all this time? Our first kiss."

The first kiss that failed, I said in my heart.

"Mas Kaysan and Nakula loved their second love so much. And you are my second love. Irene.." -..."

"The food here is much different from the one at home, may you like." I smiled knot. Irene just nodded, she stood up and patted her dirty pants as we were just sitting on the grass.

The mother of the orphanage often entertained us with typical food for children. Excellent cheap festive food, chicken soto and fried tempeh.

We took plates and plastic cups. Like the children of the orphanage in general, we also queued to take the lunch ration.

I was behind Irene. Maybe if we hadn't broken up, I'd tease her. Blow her hair until Irene gets upset with my behavior.

Irene turned around, making me gape as my daydream was cut off because Irene shook my shoulder.

"What?" my many.

"Can I take everything that the house mom presents?" ask Irene.

"One person can only take one. What do you want?" my many.

"I want all your lunch rations" replied Irene. Makes me even more gawked.

"You sure?" many ensure.

Irene nodded while taking my plate.

Irene put the two plates in front of the housewife, Irene smiled. As for me, just take the water from the dispenser and pass it away towards the dining table.

"Mas Sadewa doesn't eat?" ask a child of the home.

I shook my head, "My food's been taken away..." I pointed towards Irene who was having pleasantries with the mother of the parlour.

"Kasian mas Sadewa. But I'm hungry, so I can't share."

I chuckled, "Eat it, and spend it. Later you can buy meatballs at the end of the road."

"I also want meatballs, Mr. Mandol, Mas." he said hopefully.

"Tomorrow next week, big for all of you."

"Oaly... Temen-temen, tomorrow next Sunday we eat meatballs! Ditraktir mas Sadewa..." The orphanage boy stood up and shouted loudly announcing the thing that made me the center of attention.

"You sure? I'm coming along." said Irene, sitting next to me. Just put my plate down.

"Make you, I just take it. I'm not greedy like you anyway. Take two parts, then you enjoy yourself and do not understand the circumstances of others."

"Irene.." I said softly.

Irene snorted and closed her eyes, "Sadeva.." she replied.

"Otherwise? Wanna get mad?" my many.

"I still love you."

This time, I was stunned. Did Irene mean to ask me to come back.

And I don't want to ask myself why Irene said that. Isn't what I do unforgivable?

While Irene finished her lunch greedily, I did not even have the slightest desire to devour her. Irene's words made me moody. I felt like someone was punching my heart.

"Forget my words."

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