My Husband is a Ningrat

Anthology of short stories [Nanang V]

It was hard to calm his mind after the conversation with Rinjani. Anisa's thoughts want to race ahead without hearing what reason behind Rinjani telling her past with me.

In this case, I feel it is not good to discuss the past that I and Rinjani lived. On the other hand, I guess Rinjani just said that I was a loyal man. I am a responsible and trustworthy man.

But Anisa thinks Rinjani is just provoking Anisa's mood to make her feel miserable.

When the rain started to subside, Kaysan's car stopped in front of the store. And the lunch that was gone was not left. I decided to quit the store to smoke. Letting Anisa and Rinjani continue the conversation that made my head throb pain.

Come up to me, embrace my feet, "Om Nanang." call him. I stroked the top of his head, then helped him open the store door.

Not only the favorite little girl of one family, Suryawijaya was also in the sling of Kaysan mas. It seems, Kaysan mas did go home first to pick up Suryawijaya before picking up his wife here.

Is that how romantic they are? It is like that, Kaysan mas is our role model man. A man who shows true male nature. Even Mas Kaysan was never angry when Dalilah and Suryawijaya made a fuss at home. Mas Kaysan with all the gifts given by God for him is indeed worthy to be the King in place of Ayahanda.

It's just a different matter if what makes a fuss is Rinjani. Mas Kaysan will take Rinjani to his room and punish him. Quite a contribution because Kaysan mas did want his wife to be resilient and obey the rules.

Mas Kaysan looked at me, as if he knew what was going on inside the store. Mas Kaysan asked me to follow him inside.

All gaped to see Kaysan mas who asked everyone to gather. Rinjani gave a smile, she took over Suryawijaya as her son whined for a sling.

"Sulya nangis telus bubu, Sulya cengeng."

chirp the little girl who still carries a shawl to dance.

Rinjani pinches Dalilah's cheek, "Sister is not a crybaby, sister is just a lot of tears."

"Pinter makes excuses for you, Jan." Nina chimed in, Rinjani sharpened her eyes.

"My son is not a crybaby. My son is sensitive. Fear of losing and making it all have to intervene. Just like Nanang and Anisa. I, mas Kaysan, at once Ayahanda must interfere in their personal affairs."

"RODJANI!" sergeant mas Kaysan.

"You're back to work!" I asked Aji and Cyntia. They nodded in passing.

"You two go! Rinjani take care of the children. Dan, you..." Mas Kaysan looked at Nina, "Don't forget to do'a!"

Nina gawked, she then looked at Rinjani who shrugged her shoulders.

"Your husband's healthy, Jan?" ask Nina.

"Be healthy, people drink herbal medicine every day."

Nina mangosteen, at that moment I no longer heard the talk of Rinjani and Nina.a

Being in my room, Anisa and I resignedly heard all the ultimatums that Kaysan mas said. Truly, this one man was indeed frightening if all the words of wisdom had been spoken from his mouth.

"Mas just told me, all the decisions are in your hands." Silence was once again holding me and Anisa. No one opened their mouth half an hour later. We chose silence, until Kaysan came back again to issue his magic words.

"You both have the potential to be great people. But if your relationship actually makes you slumped and become unproductive, you already know the answer. Don't get caught up in relationships that harm yourself and others." Mas Kaysan smiled, then walked out of my room.

I'm worried, I still hope Anisa can change. At least my relationship with Anisa wasn't a wasted one.

If we get married later, we can be a couple. I can dance, Anisa can sing. We can become young people who spread the world by bringing identity as Javanese people who still uphold cultural wisdom. However, all of that was just my wishful thinking.

"We better break up. I'm not ready to carry the trust I have to live with you later."

"You broke this relationship?" many doubt. I stood up, equalizing my height and her.

"Yes... I'm tired!"

"Aren't we still able to fix this? I still wish you could accept my situation. You should also know, how the relationship between Kaysan and Mbak Jani."

I held Anisa's hand as she shook her head and insisted on ending the relationship.

"I don't want your decisions to be impulsive. No one compares you to Rinjani. There aren't. I, Mother, Father, accept you exist. You're even luckier than Rinjani. My father immediately approved of our relationship. Unlike Rinjani and Kaysan mas first. Anika..."

"For months I tried to convince myself that I could accept your past that continues in your life. Although I believe, you're relieved. But... My heart was still filled with suspicion. I'm sorry, I can't take this to a more serious level."

So I'm the one who broke up?

I chased Anisa out of my room. The atmosphere was deserted, one happy family was no longer there. All that was left was Nina who sat down while pretending not to hear my and Anisa's quarrel.

"Why haven't you come home yet?" ask me while weaning the waistbag and car keys.

"I'll be picked up with you, Nang. That means you're taking me home too!" Nina.

"Come with me to Anisa's house. Take the motor."

It's been many times Anisa slalu like this, run away first. Though I have not confirmed whether I agree with his decision to let go of myself.

The situation was already bright, the cloud was now turning to my heart. Something was flowing in it. Maybe because my heart was crying when I found out Anisa also returned my gift.

"It's Over" he said.

"It's nice to meet you. Forgive me for not being able to be a beautiful first love for you."

I brought a cardboard box of dolls and metal t-shirts I bought for Anisa into the car. Nina looked at me with pity.

"You got the bike, Nin."

Nina just nodded, then got out of the car. He stared at Anisa's house for a moment, then quickly left my ex-lover's house.

I didn't expect Anisa to just give up. I still want to fight together.

What an irony my love story is, it seems like the plan I postponed to go to college in Germany is really going to do.

Arriving at the main house, Nina had already met with Rinjani.

The woman looked at me softly, her face full of regret, "I'm sorry."

"Father, it's not your fault, ma'am."

I stare smiling. Trying to hide tired when I got hurt and fell again.

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