My Husband is a Ningrat

Anthology of short stories [ Nanang II ]

That night Rinjani cried in the arms of Kaysan. The words I shouldn't have heard evaporated like dew in the sun.

Rinjani said that she was also injured due to this situation. He even told me to decide on Anisa if my boyfriend doesn't want to understand me and Rinjani.

Be tempted to give up, even though you may be disappointed. And, maybe events like this will happen again if I have a new lover.

Anisa was crying right then and there. Mas Kaysan told me to take Anisa home. While he and the twins choose to entertain Rinjani. It will be a stir if Father and Mother know Mba Jani crying because of the classic problems that we often talk about internally.

Brother Rahma sighed. Ayahanda bless their relationship because Rahma does have magical abilities in healing mental health.

Rahma's sister embraces Anisa and lets her cry as much as she can. Afterwards the message from my sister's wife diverted Anisa's attention. Anisa heard it carefully, she was bearded while wiping her tears.

I was waiting for him to solve an abnormal love case that would make anyone feel good if they faced the same situation as you.

"Come here if you have free time, every day Ma'am Jani is at home" said Rahma, the two of them hugged each other and then they separated because Nakula had whined to ask Rahma's sister to immediately accompany her to the room. Really, not a civilized sister. When her brother is made dizzy with love affairs, she just wants to quickly make love.

I wondered what Anisa would do after this. When I saw Anisa, she still seemed to have doubts.

I walked over to her, Anisa threw away her face.

"Would I drop off or take an online motorcycle?" manya tease him. I should be able to encourage Anisa not to continue to dissolve in her jealousy. But, I wonder if here I am the only one fighting?

Anisa grunts coldly. He walked ahead of me to the courtyard of the house. Not until my heart lets him go home alone do I still love his angry way, his way of showing possession of my heart. Although sometimes I get tired of explaining honesty to her.

"Anisa." call me.

Hurriedly he took the helmet on the motorcycle that Sadewa used to pick him up earlier. He walked hurriedly to the gate. Mr. Parto was confused, obeying Anisa's orders or mine.

"Darling!" I hit the gas when he got out of the house. The pace is fast like mothers who are being pursued by pot creditors.

"Good!" guide me. I purposely blocked him with a motor.

"I can do it myself! I'm not a spoiled girl like Rinjani!"

I breathed a tired breath...

"Rinjani spoiled with Kaysan mas, her husband. What harm?" my many.

"Wrong! Because it could be that his attitude like that makes you recall your past with him!" Anisa has passed.

I appreciate Anisa's feelings.

I respect Rinjani.

I want everything to go as it is.

I want to be nice, though,

^^^but I'm tired.^^^

"Sorry to bother you to come to my birthday!" I got off the bike, without turning off the engine, "Bring the bike, if you don't want me to drive home." I passed when Anisa was stunned to see me walking away from her. I decided to return home disappointed. Disappointed because on my birthday there were two women I loved crying.

*

The days passed, after that night of disappointment. I rarely call Anisa. At the college we rarely met. Anisa seems to be avoiding me, and I need time to think realistically. I don't want to decide on impulsive things.

My relationship with Anisa is like a clothesline hanging long ago. The color began to fade, the fabric began to tangle, the smell was not fragrant, even more must be willing to be toyed by the weather and oscillated in the wind.

One of the things that kept me from graduating from university was hanging out.

For me, being a Ningrat makes me have a burden of my own. That's why I chose to dabble in the underground world and create a clothing store.

This is where I can feel a bit of freedom to express and speak. Despite the shadow of my status that sometimes makes me even get special attention from the people around me.

"Lesu very, Nang. Why?" ask Nina. One of the loyal ukthi metals is still hanging out with me. Several times I asked her to accompany Anisa if we were watching a metal concert together.

"Regular... Classic problem." I replied. I ordered some orange ice and some fried food in angkringan that opened not far from my clothing store.

Nina chuckled, "Again and again."

"Hmmm..."

"Prophey, love does love that. It's complicated but addictive."

"Where's the gift for me? All our years, you never gave me a gift, Nin."

"Dadona Do'a, Nang." Again the girl who had the filled body laughed.

"What hospital intern?" my many.

"The hospital belongs to the university." replied Nina.

My friendship with Nina has been going on for a long time. Even since me and Rinjani are still dating. No doubt, both of us are open in various ways. Including romance, future, and ideas that make me and Nina like to share knowledge that we did not know before.

"You going home or to the store first you, Nang?" ask Nina. He still wears a nurse's dress. Carry a backpack containing snacks and snacks.

"Stores... There are some items that I have to choose for the end of the month discount." I replied while paying money to Pak Tarno.

"If anyone is big size! It's good to change at home." explains Nina, we both went back to the store that has anti-mainstream decorations. Classic, sangar, and cozy.

"In many warehouses, there are some reject clothes due to screen printing that does not fit the picture. Take it to the warehouse." I said shortly after the two of us walked into the store, several employees greeted me.

Some of the workers here are students who work part time. Some are quite beautiful, but usually a lot of beautiful people who glance. Moreover, work in my store, free to use shorts. It's been a monotonous spectacle of my employees' smooth thighs.

Nina threw her body on the sofa, "Crazy anyway, Nang. Naturally Anisa jealous not about... At home meet Rinjani, at the store meet pretty girls. I'm going crazy who's dating you!" Nina laughed out loud.

"Yes understand, it's blue blood, young entrepreneurs, saucy, said Mother I look like Baskara Mahendra" I said honestly.

"A snob!" hatch Nina.

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