My Husband is a Ningrat

Anthology of short stories [ Nanang ]

Living with the woman who once filled my heart, got me trained for heartbreak. I-Nanang, what an irony my life is. My love story deserves an FTV title.

My ex-boyfriend became my sister's wife.

The ego often says that I want to approach it, but logic says I should stay away from it. Stay away from my ex-lover who has managed to continue his love story with Kaysan.

One day the conversation made my eyes wet. They are not wrong if they are going to get married, the wrong thing is just my hope that has grieved my heart for too long.

Honestly, I can't see the happiness of Kaysan who won over him. For me Rinjani is the first love that has given me so many sweet memories.

I've been devastated and devastated, but the highest definition of love is to let our loved ones be happy with others.

Definitions that are easy to pronounce but difficult to do. Those words didn't make me feel okay. I still have a sense of regret that makes me feel uncomfortable when I'm at home. Seeing Rinjani laughing happily with Kaysan mas was a annoying thing at that time.

Until I met a girl who claimed to be Rinjani's best friend. Anisa, I found her when I was stuck in a situation that made me restless.

However, Anisa is not a girl who easily believes my words. Even though we had been together for months, he asked for an explanation that was easily accepted by his common sense.

One house with Rinjani, slalu makes Anisa suspicious. In fact, if I may choose I prefer to stay at Mother's house. Staying in the main house, after Mother was adopted as empress, and I automatically became a prince is something that requires great effort to make Anisa believe.

Those fights are rarely inevitable. Anisa just bombards the same questions every day.

What are you doing at home?

Not talking to Rinjani?

And, the words that accuse me for no reason. Sometimes I feel like Anisa's overstating my suspicions.

I felt tired to explain that Rinjani and I were happy with each other.

Rinjani and I are just two people caught up in a destiny that we have to live forever. Until we have to get used to it, doing everything without involving the feeling that makes things more tenuous.

Rinjani, stay a part of my life. And the woman who will stand by me must accept it for whatever reason.

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I sat in the chair in front of her, as usual if I were to pay a visit to Anisa's class.

"Hi.." hello.

Anisa just cleared her throat while tidying her openings.

"Anisa.." call me. My smile had already burst out while Anisa was holding back her laughter. But he was still reluctant to answer my call and looked me in the face.

"Darling.Tomorrow my birthday, come home, seven o'clock. Bring gifts too. I wait." I said, "Rinjani slalu gave me a gift first on my birthday!" I whispered softly which made Anisa break the table.

"Just compare me to Rinjani!"

Anisa breezed away from me. I really like that, especially if I have brought Rinjani's name.

If I could bring out all the bad things that ever happened between me and Rinjani, Anisa wouldn't be acting like this. But frankly, it seems to even open my own disgrace when dating Rinjani.

That's impossible for me to do, I just don't have to look back and prepare to think about the future to become a mastermind.

I chased after Anisa who was already far from my reach. It must have been swept away in an uninspiring emergency.

"Who... gets angry again? Mommy said quickly old if every day angry." I said when I managed to keep watch.

"Because you make me angry every day!" chirps Anisa. He wears a helmet and rides on a motorcycle. Although his face was sour he did not want to go home alone.

"Would you eat first? Or going to the Mall?" ask me while starting the motor.

My bike is still Vespa, although not the old Vespa that often breaks down. The memory Vespa was still at home, only occasionally I used it for afternoon walks with Dalilah.

My niece is adorable like her mother, sometimes chatty, coquettish and smart looking for attention. Like the story of his parents who took the attention of all the people with a marriage that shocked the palace.

I was surprised, that is the dramatic effect to not only bear the bitterness that hit my heart, but also to shake the heart of the city.

"Go home, I'll go!" anisa replied, still in a high tone.

"Where are you going?" ask me while driving the motor out of the parking area.

Months of dating Anisa, making Ki Ageng Nugroho often invite me to the show. He complained that I would be the husband of his daughter. Like aji mumpung, the puppet show led by Ki Ageng Nugroho suddenly existed. From being invited to a wedding celebration, circumcision, or anniversary of a stroke.

"At hand. Tomorrow don't forget to come home, I'll be waiting for you. If you don't come, I'll punish you!" my word.

"What punishment? I'm not afraid." Anisa replied.

"I kissed! Wanna?"

Anisa's wrong. He didn't touch my words. He walked towards the gate, as he locked it again Anisa said.

"I hope you can prove it."

I chuckled, "Your hope will only be a high-level delusion! I will kiss you when the Kabul ijab is spoken! Anyway come home, Mommy misses you!" I said as I left Anisa grumbling.

It's not an easy thing to date without kissing, but I have things I don't want to regret later. Simply Rinjani being my first kiss, the next woman will be my kiss forever.

I have a birthday tomorrow, and Mommy likes it. I like to make plans that don't make sense to adult men like me. She said Mother misses celebrating the birthday of her sons. And now I'm the victim.

Happy reading 💚

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