My Husband is a Ningrat

Chapter 23. [The yeast of love]

The next day after I ran the store, Kaysan and I were in the car. Many times I asked him, where my body is going, he replied the same, just smiling.

Somehow his smile was like a spring of sweet water. So dazzling as an opium for me to keep staring at him, "Jani, what's up?"

Her question made me aghast, she was watching me silently. "Ehm, not mas. Nothing." I said with a stiff smile.

Lips that don't say that much make me wonder what it's like. Haha. I prefer to look at the outside. Looking at my lips for too long makes me feel bad. It's even more creepy if Nina knows my dirty thoughts.

Could have had my seven-day seven-night talk. Or until my head is made. I throw away those dirty thoughts if I need to tomorrow-tomorrow I bring anti-rinsing shampoo, let my head cool.

The bustle of the city during the day is quite eye-catching. Many vertebrae and ribs berjibaku looking for sustenance because at this time the world has so much reversed nature. Or, they just berbongkan with a motorcycle with a small child flanked by both bodies of his parents while enjoying the weekend. Ah so sweet, I like to be jealous to see the harmony of one whole family. A sense of tightness filled my chest cavity, I missed mom. Miss his cooking, miss his nagging. Missed everything she ever gave me. I miss mom, where Lastri went. The poor woman I miss her love.

My eyes were watering, I quickly wiped my tears away before Kaysan realized it.

Because it's not funny, suddenly I was jealous to see a little boy with two pigtails flanked by his parents. He was like Rinjani when he was a kid.

"Yes..." Call me while looking.

"Yes Rinjani."

"Where are we going?" I asked for a second guess, because the road we went through was the road to his house.

"Home, Rinjani."

"Why go to the house, I'm ashamed."

Even more embarrassed if you have to meet the Queen Mother, the owner of the order of all orders in her residence.

"Who's the same?"

"Father Mother and Father." I answered softly. While bowing my head, "Mas didn't say,'d it be mom if we u..."

I paused my words, too embarrassed to say that.

"U..., what's Rinjani?" Kaysan stopped right in front of the gate of his house, this was the right reason to answer his question.

"Till to the mas." I smile like a pulse agent when I'm offering a new product.

"You're gonna tell me if we're made up." Kaysan's gaze was so deep, I was cornered.

"We're not, we're just looking at character." I glared as Kaysan chuckled at my words

This time I heard him laugh. After our meeting that hasn't quite filled my finger count. This time he laughed, it was rare. Is he happy, so happy, 'can he date a gambler's child.

"Mas, it's his laugh. It makes me even more embarrassed." Faces blushing.

We are still in front of the gate, with the car engine still on, even Parto the gate post guard has opened the door consciously. He looked inside looking at me with a cynical look, it seemed like he was not pleased I was in a car with his jury. Maybe he thinks I'm not at the level of Kaysan, a noble from Java.

"You're funny, Rinjani." The car started to accelerate at a slow pace, Kaysan honked his horn to give a salute to Parto who bowed respectfully.

"Mas, is Mom home?"

"There is, Father is also."

"Mas, I'm ashamed."

Even beside you my heart is no longer because, what else later. Mothers whose wars are the same as her children, like orders. It's hard for me to resist, what's the power if I'm just a little fellow.

It is not that the people must obey the orders of the King and Queen.

The car arrived at the parking lot of this house, side by side with other German cars. "Mas, is it okay to bring a girl home?"

"I didn't bring a girl home, but I brought a future wife home."

I'm stunned, "Mas, not even one day of dating. I told you to bring a future wife, it's still a long time we explore the character."

This is not too far away, deepening the character is not as easy as imagined. Just walk as much as possible, if not strong enough to wave your hands.

"One day with you feels like one second of my life, Rinjani." Kaysan got out of the car, so did I. I followed in his footsteps, passing through the garden beside the main house. My eyes circulate, looking for the figure of the Queen Mother who sometimes likes to come without a sound.

His arrival was surprising.

From a journey is not only the result that we get, but the process that makes us understand the true meaning of the journey. The process of knowing each other characters is what brought me here. Knowing the world that is even far from my imagination, my ideals were once only one.

Meet the man in charge.

Because the responsibilities of men have met all the criteria of the male dream.

If handsome and dashing it's already a bonus Sholehah's son like me. Although I have committed the sin of adultery for kissing, but I have tried to repent and improve myself.

We arrived at the rear garden gazebo, two servants who had seen the arrival of Kaysan and I, flocked to Kaysan. I just smiled, but this guy wasn't looking at me. They think I am invisible. Two servants bowed respectfully and bowed. Asking if there was anything they could help, Kaysan was seen chatting for a while, before Kaysan finally told me to sit down.

If during the day this park looks beautiful, perfect for the fall. Even as my drowsiness began to strike p-e-r-l-a-h-a-n, the fresh air made my eyes suddenly heavy.

My eyes wandered, scrutinizing the details of this house. Extensively, to play futsal can be, badminton is no longer. Or a romp like an Indian movie under a fir tree.

"Where is my mother, why isn't she visible?"

"Wanna see your mom?"

"You, but shame."

Kaysan smiled, "We're only home for a while. Once everything is ready. We're leaving again."

"Where are we going?" I'm sleepy, why go to the house first. Make it directly can cus to the destination.

"Beach."

The two men came with two helmets, a leather jacket belonging to Kaysan, two masks and a motorcycle key.

"Much mas?"

"All the beaches here are within an hour, Rinjani."

"But I sleepy mas, how dong."

"Let's sleep on the bike."

I frowned, "Mas wants me to fall." I patted Kaysan on the shoulder. He held my hand, "Let's catch it."

I blushed in shame. My cheeks have expanded like doughnuts, mostly yeast.

It turns out that love yeast is indeed dangerous for human health. Frequent self-smiling is a yeast sign that love is working.

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