My Husband is a Ningrat

Anthology of short stories [Santosa ]

My name is Samudera Adinoto Salahudin Rumi, has a short call Santosa. I am 30 years old, my own status.

I was born into a noble family. Although not from a large kingdom like the Kanjeng family Sultan Adiguna Pangarep. The kingdom that Ayahanda founded, is only a small kingdom under the auspices of the palace Kanjeng Sultan Adiguna Pangarep.

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My involvement in the family of Sultan Adiguna Pangarep has been going on for quite a long time. I am Ocean, my tiredness is not without meaning. Try to stay consistent by saying the sentence Sendiko dhawuh.

I understand, the beginning of my presence in the house of Kanjeng Sultan is to test the love of ndoro ayu Rinjani and Gusti prince Haryo Kaysan.

But I'm. With a heavy heart saying that being third made me a cowardly man.

I retreat regularly but do not eliminate my admiration for ndoro ayu Rinjani. I see it often. No less, every day met with ndoro ayu Rinjani while accompanying her husband in the parking lot of the house before leaving for work.

My job now is to become GPH Kaysan's aide. I will be around him all day according to working hours.

I was also the GPH protective shield from the women who teased him.

Outhouse. I desperately banish girls who admire ndoro ayu Rinjani's husband. Whether participating in employees, family business relations, or women with nobility who never dared to appear in the main house or palace.

The women were women who used the opportunity to become the second wife or concubine of GPH Kaysan later when he was made King.

Desas desus is already widely circulated if the change of the kingdom leader will be done. It's unclear when, because it's still a secret.

I am worried about ndoro ayu Rinjani. The struggle when giving birth to Raden Ayu Dalilah and Suryawijaya still ringing in my head. Even until their daughter stepped on the PAUD.

Dalilah is not privileged with other students, only there are courtiers who guard it while at school. It's nothing, everyone respects the palace family, and they know what the school should do. Only, the daughter of the future king and queen is too active.

She is Bendoro Raden Ayu Nindy, guardian and baby sitter Raden Ayu Dalilah.

Everything that happened in the main house I know, including the scandal that BRay Nindy did.

Our closeness is only limited to work that is equally devoted to GPH Kaysan and Ndoro ayu Rinjani.

I respect him, but for a long time I was made dizzy with his behavior.

Too often spent time together during the break taking care of work, making him conclude that he loves me.

I'm not surprised. Being in love and comfortable with someone is easy for me to guess.

Dan, now. I was caught in a situation that was difficult for me to avoid.

The days I met Nindy, those days I had to face her because of my respect for her father.

Including this time. I had to accompany him to buy a delicious night flower for table decoration that must be in the main house or palace.

Evening flowers cannot be separated from the palace just like jasmine and roses.

"Mas... Where are you going?" askinya.

I shook my head, "Go home. Even though it's holiday, I should be ready at the main house."

"Mas Kaysan again, mas Kaysan again. Then when is the time for me? Tired of waiting for a definite answer." muttered Nindy, his face was crumpled, slalu so if talking about his feelings.

"I understand." I replied.

"When you understand why not answer... How many years, we've been like this. Close without status and certainty."

"My responsibilities will be divided if I have a partner."

"Then? You want to be an old virgin? I'll talk about it with Kaysan and Ayahanda!" Nindy receives a bouquet of flowers and walks towards the parking lot. Both of us only brought motorcycles, because Nindy was not allowed to bring a car. He is still in the punishment stage for the case he did.

"Come on home. Kaysan is waiting for you!!!" he said with a high tone.

I let out a breath.

"Just an hour. Where you going? I'm following." I finally gave up.

"Not so. I'm disappointed!" answer grunts.

I put on a helmet, then helped him wear a helmet. After saying thank you he threw his face away, pouting again.

"Don't get mad. Add old looks later." Tempt me. He hit me on the shoulder and then grumbled.

"Yes.yes. I'm not a girl anymore. But you're too old to get married!"

I laughed briefly as I drove the bike towards the house.

"I am old. I am 34 years old. But look, it still looks like a high school boy. Hanging out with your sisters is also still appropriate."

Nindy grunts inadmissive.

"Basar old virgin. Not like your reproductive organs?" hissing sharp.

That woman was very outspoken. Things that are considered saru he talked about easily and clearly.

"I'm not kasian. Let it go, this is mine. Why are you bothering to think." I explained while focusing on driving.

Nindy again hit me on the shoulder.

"Go back to your palace! Surprisingly, there are people who are willing to serve to delay marriage. Mas Kaysan won't let you go like this either!"

I smiled. GPH Kaysan did invite me many times to talk about my closeness with Nindy. But I prefer it like this. I can watch over him, accept all his complaints, and also release him because I prefer a relationship that is not bound but always there.

"I can't go home. Later you will be confused looking for me, because I make sure. You don't know my palace address." I said honestly.

Nindy again snorted in annoyance.

"Ah already. Talking to you there's no best solution for our relationship."

Arriving at the main house. Nindy immediately let go.

It's actually pretty kasian. Her divorce from her second wife made Nindy feel lonely in this house. He rarely met his mother, because the time was only seized to take care of the Dalilah.

I'm heading for the back house. The place where he arranged the nightly flowers in a flower vase before being displayed on the table.

In the back house too, for almost four years I lived in the main house.

"Want me help?" ask Nindy.

The girl cut the flower stalk and arranged it into a vase. He did not open his voice at all. Like excessive like not remembering how old he is now.

"Indeed right. Not smiling makes the face avoid wrinkles, like Victoria Beckham. But if you don't smile, you look very fierce. Deserve Dalilah like to blur because your face mena...."

Nindy splashed water on my face.

"It's so bad!" His lips look curved upwards.

I laughed, "It's good."

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