My Husband is a Ningrat

Anthology of short stories [Sadewa V ]

It felt as if the devil was whispering in my ear, whispering something that made this love problem even more visible. One or two hearts I want to have, one or two hearts I lose. Until I find it hard to speak. I need enlightenment.

I kept both my hands deep in my pockets, firmly attached to the sides of my body until the feeling passed, until I was sure I wouldn't do something I'd regret later.

Isabelle and Irene both have high fighting power. I tried to avoid, so I needed an ear that could hear my complaints, giving me the right solution to the problems I faced. And, Rahma's sister is my goal now.

I begged him to hear my words.

Rahma's sister snorted in annoyance, she told me to explain the inner matter that tormented me.

The series of events I describe in detail, the events between me and my two ex-lovers, to the wishes of both of them to wait for me.

Rahma's sister gasped, "You're the one who made it all complicated. Good thing I fell in love with Nakula, what about you. Brother follow the ribet!" cetus brother Rahma.

"Sister! I need a solution, not a lecture!"

Rahma explained it as punishment for the betrayal I committed. Many feelings are ended by betrayal and leave a feeling of love wrapped in disappointment.

Until it hit my mind to erase the traces of me that I had used to walk with both of them.

"What do I need to do, brother?" my many.

Rahma's sister put her shoulders together, "Let me ask Nakula first, what is the right solution for you." Rahma laughed.

"Sister!"

"There are a thousand ways to make rational excuses for both of them. One, open your heart first. Two, coming back with the same person after a break up means the feeling is no longer the same. Three, an affair that was done once, could have been repeated either you deliberately or indeed ingrained in your veins and it will trigger suspicion that leads to quarrel again."

"That's great, brother. But I still have an appointment tomorrow Sunday to see Isabelle and Irene, we're going to the orphanage. You think there's a good idea, right?"

"Not too many ideas. Your behavior alone has made the whole house dizzy."

"Where's Nakula? Why my own brother?" my many.

"You're twins, but why is it weird that you call me sister."

"If it's the same, Nakula can kill me. You!!!"

Somplak psychiatrist, gini if the patient is only considered one eye, which is not cured even more acute.

After school, I often go home after college. Revising the thesis took up a lot of my time, my mind.

"Om Wawa's..."

Aishhh... Just wanted to calm down. This boy was walking in front of me.

"What's? Om busy!" kataku.

"Om Wawa's..."

"What?" I carried Dalilah, because from a distance her mother had ruffled her waist. The queen candidate with all her disappointment is being overwhelmed to face Suryawijaya who slalu want to be near her mother. In the end, Ma'am Jani had to face two men in his life, mas Kaysan who asked for a night ration, Suryawijaya who did not want to be far from him. Ala result, Madam Jani now really lives in a prison of love that makes her often whine to ask out of the house, just me time to the mall with brother Rahma, Irene, and Keenan.

Emotionally, Jani was indeed closer to Irene, because the beginning of her meeting with Isabelle, Ms. Jani was greeted badly by Isabelle. Irene also learned a lot about the story of Javanese land with Mbak Jani.

"Om Wawa. Let's buy a belgel with spaghetti."

"The way to eat fast food, you're a local not a bule like Kylie's aunt."

"Come on Om, Dalilah lapal."

I approached Ms. Jani in her room and asked her permission to take Dalilah to a fast food restaurant.

After Ma'am Jani changed Dalilah's clothes and I changed my clothes. I put Dalilah in the car seat, this time I brought a car owned by Mbak Jani who was deliberately provided by Father for the needs of Mbak Jani when Kaysan mas no home.

As an Om, I'm pretty lucky. He is not fussy even though he is far from his parents. That's because Kaysan often invites Dalilah to mingle with a large family. No wonder, with anyone Dalihah definitely tacky, cheerful nature, inversely proportional when Mbak Jani pregnant her. Many sacrifices that they passed that I have not been able to go through alone, lucky not me who became the candidate of the King.

"Young father."

"His daughter is very nervous, surely her mother is also nervous to willingly marry young."

I looked at Dalilah. Duh Gusti. My image is smeared, the harder it is to find a replacement for Irene and Isabelle.

It tightened his arms around my neck, "Om Wawa..."

"Talk loudly let them think I'm your Om, not your Father!" i said lirih.

"Ba-sir!"

You brat! Why call me Father!

I smiled wryly, then ordered a burger and spaghetti. Not to mention Dalilah even wanted to eat ice cream because he saw an advertisement on the LED TV screen.

After paying, I chose to sit his body on a special bench for small children. Let Dalilah eat his own food.

"Om Wawa, bribe."

He just patted the burger that had just been served on his desk.

"Not eating burgers."

I left Dalilah alone to ask for knives and forks at the order table. However, my eyes were still watching Dalilah from a distance.

"Om cutin, and then eat by yourself. Okay." I said as I cut the burger into small pieces that fit in Dalilah's mouth.

"Om Wawa bribes Dalilah."

Sister Jani! Your blood flows in the blood of the Dalilah. It sucks.my mind while feeding Dalilah. Consider this a trial before having children of your own.

"Om, Dalilah wants ice cream."

I stared at the burger that had just finished a quarter, "This sand if not spent" I said persuading him.

Then, he shook his head, he took out a glass of strawberry-flavored sundae ice cream himself.

"OK-okay, you finish the ice cream. Om finish the burger. By the way hungry too."

Dalihik fun to eat ice cream.

I was busy munching on the burger while passing my gaze to the tables of other visitors. Fast food slalu visited by teenagers to students, or if not one family. This time I was lucky, many teenage girls gathered here.

I smiled as someone caught my eyes. Then I turned my eyes to Dalilah.

How surprised I was when Dalilah's face and clothes were already covered with ice cream. But the look on his face looked innocent and just smiled broadly.

"Seat the ice cream, then wash your face in the bathroom" I said.

"His spaghetti hasn't eaten yet." It shows the spaghetti are still intact.

"Om bribe!"

Before feeding Dalilah I went to the booking table and asked for a wet tissue, it was not there. Finally I asked for a lot of tissue and moistened it with water.

Back at the table, Dalilah was engrossed in eating his own spaghetti, until his face and clothes were gone.

I let out a long sigh, this brat seized the attention of the other visitors. While I lay in the world of childcare. I let Dalilah eat it all. Wishing no one would recognize me, and this boy would not shake his people with his behavior.

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