My Husband is a Ningrat

Anthology of short stories [Sadeva IV ]

The morning sunlight hit my face. Today I went back to college, after a few days yesterday I got permission on the grounds of being sick.

Something's pissing me off. Gossip if I cheated on Isabelle has spread widely like hot gossip a campus prima donna that is easily spread to the rat hole.

I felt my heart wry. Maybe I just need to dodge, or have a casual conversation with Isabelle. And, apologizing directly from heart to heart. But... But Isabelle? There's no way she's still prejudiced by me.

The affair resulted in a cynical look from those on campus who knew of my relationship with Isabelle, because they thought I and Isabelle were the most popular couple of years of the year.

This time I won't be rash again. It might be true what Nakula said, if I had to start following in her footsteps. Thesis focus, work, find a girlfriend again to be a wife. I said inwardly to encourage myself.

Unfortunately I had just entered the corridor of the campus, Isabelle showed a changed face, like a bitch but still watching my steps well.

I have been following Nakula for a long time. Put both hands in a jacket pocket, and act cool.

"Hey, listen" he said. Just as I walked in front of him.

"What's up, Belle?" my many. Nervous.

Normally, back then, when I had just entered the campus corridor, Isabelle would welcome me, spoiledly holding my hand.

"How are you feeling?" ask Isabelle.

I kept grinning like a madman. Still can't answer how I feel, right now, after all this time together. I think things have been a habit for years, like yawning away.

"I'm fine." I replied.

Isabelle laughed wryly. Instead of throwing out her head, Isabelle pulled my hand. Headed somehow.

And.here I am. Standing in front of Isabelle's house.

"You're crazy, Belle. I have school hours!" my sergeant after Isabelle took off the headgear. I took a deep breath, then tried to neutralize the feeling. Panic obviously yes, for what Isabelle invited me to her house. Dan, I know. At this hour, his parents are busy.

"Surprise.." he said without burden. Isabelle opened the door to her house. The house that I often visit, many times without ever counting how many times I have eaten in this house.

"What are you planning?" my many. Still reluctant to enter his house. Although there are servants inside the house, but the gelagat Isabelle is no longer rice.

"Sadeva.." Isabelle's voice turned hoarse.

"Let's see until you find a suitable candidate to be your husband" I said. I know what Isabelle means. Something I dare not go further.

Isabelle frowned, she pulled my hand and put me in her arms.

"Wa.." whining.

Isabelle hugged me tight. As if he didn't want me to be away from him.

"The longer I think about you, the harder it is for me to get away from you, Wa."

"Isabelle!!!" my voice rose by half an octave, even during the courtship with Isabelle just this time I shouted her name, "Belle, we better get back to campus. I still have class!" imbuhku again.

Isabelle fell silent from her whining before her head finally shook her head, "I want to be with you, I'm not used to myself" she said.

Isabelle and I have both transformed from a teenage boy to a boy and a girl. It is not easy for us to go through volatile times that easily change the mood in dating.

Isabelle and I both learned how love can break hearts, turning ordinary things into extraordinary things. Slowly, I realized. All because of our love.

Isabelle was my first love, after Nakula and I had a fight for one woman. We decided not to have it...

At that time Nakula then met with Narnia, while I was engrossed with the world of teenagers until entering college, Isabelle caught my attention because of her speech.

With my claws, I approached him. Slowly, we got used to it. And I blatantly declare that there are other feelings besides just friends but being friendly. Isabelle accepted me, and that's when it all happened until it was all gone because of my mistake.

Isabelle accompanied me from long before Irene came into my life. I also felt bitter, when Isabelle was so bad after breaking up from me.

"We're going to college, okay. Tomorrow Sunday come with me to the orphanage." I said trying to find a small gap to see if Isabelle was still reluctant to blend in with the orphans. I do love social activities, whether it's going to an orphanage, volunteering at a disaster site, or other activities that help many people. Mother Slalu reminded me to be a useful human being for others.

In my mind, I did want a companion who was willing to come with me, adventuring in search of new things. But Isabelle was taught discipline from childhood, but not for her social spirit. Isabelle has a different class.

Isabelle nodded with a small smile. His face was no longer shining.

"If you are a mate, we will come back again, but if not. There's someone better for you, trust me."

Isabelle turned her head towards me, looking at me for quite a while with a sad expression, making my heart wince.

"Sorry." I said as I took over the car keys.

"Sadeva. And, I'm sure you'd do that."

My brain suddenly ranyam, I've decided both, but both are still hoping. If I wasn't a prince, they wouldn't have captured a playboy like me.

"We'll see."

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