My Husband is a Ningrat

Anthology of short stories [Sadeva VII ]

Irene's family decided to return to Australia sooner.

In at least two more days, Irene will vanish from my sight, and distance will separate us.

Not because of my former status, but there are deep regrets about this love story.

Do I have to apologize to Irene again?

I don't want Irene to carry a wound that will bear a grudge that makes it even harder to forget me.

The plans that I put together when Irene visited Java, only ended up being a word order to waste time together, and ended up being a promise sentence that I could not fulfill.

Around the city using Vespa, then ended dinner in an angkringan. Irene slalu dreamed that.

In his imagination, he can enjoy my laughter in the hustle and bustle of the city with the clumsiness that I often do.

His imagination soared, then in one day, imagination faded, his love was not as beautiful as his imagination.

I was playing a lie, the joyous chaos to meet love had tarnished the heart of one pure-hearted beautiful girl.

Honey, that thing has dampened Irene's anger into something I don't recognize. Irene moved away. and, I felt like I was losing.

Duh Gusti, how crazy this mental game is. I was even dizzy with my thoughts that were the opposite of what I felt.

*

In my family, tradition is a substitute for love. We rarely shed blood or give out excessive affection. But instead, there was a tradition that we often held in the palace, which made us, all descendants of the Ayahanda family come together.

Like tonight, again I have to be a dancer in a badge ward. Only the children of married fathers can sit back and relax.

Mas Kaysan was preparing to become King. Many have to prepare Kaysan mas, including in terms of dance art that has long been created by royal ancestors. This show is an idea that was initiated by Kaysan to introduce sacred dance to the Irene family, as well as a farewell greeting.

Mommy just reminded, blue blood should be able to dance, even though you are a man!

There's more to it than dancing, not movement. But, Irene. My concentration is broken because of him.

The girl now wears a kejawen shirt that Ms. Jani bought. He sat down, his hair shrugged. Parasnas realized that the attention of the courtier who helped the event.

Bitterer... Irene is beautiful, although bule, her beauty looks natural.

"Wa.. come on." call Dimas. Now we're still getting ready in the dressing room. Already since birth this aroma accompanies our growth and development, the smell of incense incense that is always present in every kejawen cultural ritual.

"I'm in the back row yeah, mas." I said.

"Fixed formation!!!" tusky.

You mean-spirited ass. This Dimas mas is indeed a bummer, not knowing my heart is not beating normally. The fixed formation meant that the youngest one was at the front. I don't know which side Irene was sitting next to, which I know she was still following Dalilah.

Irene... Irene. You messed with my mind more than Isabelle who has moved on with Madam Jani's step-sister. I don't care, they want to be, date, or want to get married I don't care either. At least one girl's problem is over.

Isabelle lives a memory!

*

Entering the Kencana ward, the sounds of Javanese gamelan and sinden that developed the Asmaradana theme were heard filling the Kencana ward. Tembang Asmaradana is a song that describes love, describes the human condition when growing up and began to be interested in the opposite sex. That's why, now the dancing ones are us, unmarried men.

As hypnotized by the sound of the sinden singing melodious, the invited guests were already sitting solemnly.

In contrast to the dance movements of women who are weak to flirt, the male dance movement shows more agility, dashing, impur and kembeng, which describes a simple character, not much behavior, and full of confidence.

As a dancer, you need to concentrate, and be disciplined. This is where my nervousness is now. My concentration collapsed as Irene sat right in front of me.

I was wearing open clothes, and already bare-chested, getting naked more and more quietly. Irene, occasionally smiled as our gazes accidentally met.

Duh Gusti's... I want to go first, after he I straightened out my intention to apologize and fulfill my promise to Irene.

*

"I can't!" answer Irene. He was confused when he saw the Vespa seat that was not comfortable for a woman who used a puller.

"Sit's slanted!" say again.

When you are done dancing. I hurriedly changed clothes and removed a little make-up on my face.

I even left an unfinished event in the badge ward. I kidnapped Irene from her father who was conversing with Father.

"Let's fall!" saute Irene.

"Hand!"

"No! You're not my girlfriend!"

"Come on. Hunt your papa knows I'm taking you away. Comeing! Otherwise I'll..."

The girl sat her body in the back seat. His hand stiffly coiled around my stomach hesitated.

"The right hold! If you fall, it's not my fault!" Ha-ha-ha...

Irene pinched my stomach. Then his hand tightly held my stomach.

"Don't go off, especially when passing by a sleeping cop."

Basic reason bulus, pantes aja mas Nanang really like to take you when dating Mbak Jani. Emang yes, men do have a lot of sense to get closer to a girl who is targeted.

"Wa... Where are we going?" Irene asked as we entered the streets of the city.

"Well, we'll be arrested by the police, I'm not wearing a helmet!" irene was full of fear.

"The police are Ayahanda's friends! No one dared to go with him!" i said again.

"Why is that? But we broke the rules!"

I sighed tiredly, we finally stopped in front of a cafeteria. This girl was still in a dispute about things she should not have thought of.

"Here the man wearing the bun is not arrested by the police. Besides, how can you wear a helmet while your hair still has the condition!"

"Why are you taking me away for?" Irene asked, looking around.

"I'm ashamed!"

Bule wearing kejawen? Slalu is the center of attention! Especially the Vespa engine that I didn't turn off. We both became the center of attention.

"There's something I need to talk about! Now.." I said haze.

"What?" Irene looked at.

"I'll continue S2 in Australia! You want to accompany me?" my tokyoo...

"But in Australia there's no family? You're alone!" Irene replied, she did not believe it. I was too. Those words just came out of my mouth, so light.

"I'll learn to grow up! Like Kaysan!"

Irene nodded, "I'll be waiting for you there, in my house."

The smile was blotting out, making it beautiful...

Until that night, we continued our journey back around the city that would make me miss.

...EXPIRE....