My Husband is a Ningrat

Anthology of short stories [ Nanang III ]

Heavy first week? I reckon.

Too many days have passed. Things change, but nothing can change the name that is imprinted on my heart. Anisa is still there although there is still a lot of chaos implied in the heart. Sometimes it occurs to me why to endure if someone can go and exchange sadness for happiness?

Love is a human thing. Anyone can be in my position, and this is not Rinjani or Anisa's fault. Those two women were just two people who met me by accident. With a destiny that God has decided.

But I don't think love is my top priority right now. I still want to graduate college and grow my clothing store business. If Anisa is unwilling to understand my situation, one thought suddenly disturbs me.

I took the phone out of my shirt pocket intending to contact Anisa and talk about our relationship. He agreed to it later tonight and return the bike.

Today I'm still home because it's Sunday night. There are no other activities on campus other than just hanging out and discussing the thesis with my classmates. My sister Sadewa is also crazy to revise the thesis, urgency if there is still a chapter rejected by the lecturer. Not much different from me.

Thesis and romance are like two crazy things that make me enjoy this mess by looking at it from afar.

Rinjani.

That woman has stayed away from me until now. The news that Kaysan and Mbak Jani will move from the main house continues to be heard. Mommy clearly knows this matter, my problem and Anisa's. Moreover, the family motorbike brought by Anisa has not been returned.

I stared at Rinjani, until she was in front of me.

"Said Nina, your store again there's a discount?" asked Rinjani while holding Suryawijaya. His hands occasionally fed Suryawijaya who was having lunch.

"Yes." I replied briefly.

"So this Mama wants to meet Nina all looking for discounts to be brought to the study house."

"What does this have to do with me?" My eyebrows are raised next to. Confused by what he wants.

"My life has something to do with you! Mas Kaysan was accompanying Dalilah les dancing, Ma'am can not drive his own car. Hm..."

Suryawijaya was heard muttering and Rinjani replied with a nod of her head.

"Taxi online!" I said, it's obvious that Rinjani did ask me to drive her to the store. I did not want to, but again I had to be involved in his activities that made me have to be near Rinjani. It is not impossible if Anisa sees it only makes this relationship more turbid.

The capacity of his jealousy with Rinjani is beyond awful.

"Still with Anisa?" rinjani asked, now those pleasant round black eyes are looking me deeply in the eyes.

"I want you to be happy. Like I'm happy with Kaysan. Let go. blind jealousy will be difficult to overcome even with honesty."

"I'm glad you're happy." That sentence was really chest tight. Suryawijaya looked at me, Rinjani smiled faintly. He rubbed his son's lips with a tissue and then patted his ass to take a nap.

"We'll all be happy if you're happy Om Nanang. In a few weeks, Kaysan and I moved into a house near a sugar factory. You just have to make your choice." Rinjani smile.

"Ayahanda will be angry!" I continued after Rinjani pointed at such a serious face.

"Without your knowledge, Kaysan and I talked about it with Ayahanda. I agree." Rinjani takes a breath, "at least you and Anisa both have a self-defeating journey."

"Nobody can get out of this house for whatever reason!" I'm trying to prevent another internal problem from happening, let alone it's just a matter of courtship. After all, I still hope that Anisa can change.

The woman wearing the batik negligee passed away.

There have been many transformations that Rinjani has done. She is no longer a girl who likes to wear shorts and metal band shirts. She is no longer a girl who likes to do things. She is now a motherly woman, although it is not uncommon for her behavior to steal a lot of attention.

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Rinjani and I finally decided to go to the store together. But first we had to pick up Nina at her house.

For some reason Rinjani today was so agitated, she just kept quiet and enjoyed the trip to Nina's house. Sometimes he smiles at himself, like he is looking at his past.

Arriving at Nina's house, Rinjani asked me to stay in the car, some cake parcels she brought, because we had stopped by her mother's bakery and pastry.

From inside the car, I saw Rinjani meet her mother Nina. They hugged for a while, then Nina appeared and kissed the back of her mother's hand.

The two friends walked hand in hand. The two smiled at each other, and I consciously smiled as well.

"Cie. both ways." Nina gets into the passenger seat, Rinjani too.

I'm grating, I'm squealing,

"So your driver? Gawk... Where are we going?"

"Get Anisa!" answer them in unison.

"You guys don't fuck around. Ma'am! Whatever your plan is, cancel it right now!" I looked up at Rinjani.

Rinjani smiled witfully, "The problem can't be allowed to drag on, Nang. We can have fun now. Let Anisa know the other side of me and your best friend." Rinjani and Nina nodded together, these two women behind me must have conspired well, "Anisa is also my best friend" Rinjani continued.

"So we pick up Anisa, then go to the store?" many ensure. The two women nodded while smiling broadly.

During the trip, I became the listener of his second chatter. Rinjani worries about Suryawijaya who she lives with her nanny. Indeed, Suryawijaya is more sensitive than Dalilah. The boy would be fussy all day if his mother was not at home, to the extent that, Rinjani is now home-schooled with a lecturer who is invited directly by Ayahanda.

Arriving at Anisa's house, I called her to make sure she was home. When I told her that I was at her door, Anisa opened the door with a nervous and tense face.

"Promise it later tonight" he said, looking down.

"I'm waiting for you to change and get ready" I replied with a frown on his forehead.

"Why bring a car? Shouldn't you take your bike home?" ask again.

"That's easy. Now go get ready."

In confusion, Anisa just nodded. Somehow his reaction when he found out that in my car there was a woman he was very jealous of. I was also made to worry.

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