My Husband is a Ningrat

Special part.

My ten years of marriage to Kaysan have given me three precious little angels and nothing in exchange.

I love death to my son and daughter who have given me a more real color of life. The color of life that I truly feel as a mother.

My daughter Dalilah is in grade school

a two. His sister, Suryawijaya has entered the top 0 Kindergarten. His sister Suryawijaya, Pandu Mahendra has entered PAUD.

While I ndoro ayu Rinjani, desperately completed the thesis. When pregnant Pandu Mahendra I was right made dizzy seven circumference with the hormones of pregnant women who make me stumble.

And finally had a long tail at private college and the retreat of the thesis schedule that I had to complete.

I need a college degree so I don't get teased by my sisters. Keenan, he's graduated S1 early.

He. became a campus perimadona, I don't know how many girls are chasing after him. But after knowing who his family is.

The girls suddenly shrunk and retreated in order. But, the only one that continues to exist for Keenan is Isabelle.

Sadewa's ex-lover.

Both have a match. If they are walking together, they are like a matching couple.

Isabelle values me more now than ever. Or, indeed, we are both at a mature age physically and mentally.

Isabelle is now a model in her early thirties. I don't know when he's getting married because my brother Keenan is still enjoying his youth and learning more about the everyday life of a Ningrat.

My brother Kyle, he goes to school with Suryawijaya.

Father and Mama Laura indeed deliberately sent her grandchildren and children to the same school in order to facilitate mobility.

We live side by side with the concord. And, what is happier now is that Nanang and Sadewa have completed their S2 studies abroad. They'll be home in these weeks.

The two rarely returned to Java for five years. They seemed to be enjoying those days of freedom before they were before the real guide of life within the palace walls.

I approached Kaysan, my husband who already had gray hair. Her face did not change much, nor did her love, only her hair was transformed.

My husband's age is now 44 years old.very mature, right?

"It's time to pick up Pandu and Suryawijaya, mas." I said while holding his arm.

"Yes dear." she replied with a smile. Seen a thin wrinkle in his eyes.

Our love romance sometimes undergoes changes such as the price of chili. Sometimes high, sometimes sharply down.

But we both understood each other, somehow we both unraveled the problem until we finally returned to a warm embrace. Moreover, for the past four years, I have really been given a life lesson in how to be a real adult.

I took care of Suryawijaya and Pandu myself, whereas Nindy chose to go restart her life story in the capital. Some job offers he got after the public knew Nindy the capital artist had been punished for his actions. Now, he is not an artist anymore, but a worker behind the scenes of Indonesian films.

Not only that he also joined the association of Javanese cultural movers in the capital city. Nindy became a dance teacher in one of the art hangars in the east Jakarta area.

"The guide must be causing trouble again. I know, he's so nosy said his teacher!" Stir me to Kaysan.

"His name is boy, brother. Already, do not be scolded." explained mas Kaysan.

"But Pandu is different from Suryawijaya, Mas. Surya is more quiet like, Mas. If this Pandu is more like Dalilah!"

"Go down and Guide further down your nature. Talk and talk a lot! While Suryawijaya even though his face looks like yours, his nature is like mine."

Mas Kaysan washed his hands after realising he dyed his hair.

I nodded in agreement. Our three children are different, especially Dalilah. Really, I'd love to pick up his ears because of his incredible behavior. It's hard to get out and talk a lot. This is what it was like to be a mother and father when I took care of me as a child.

But Kaysan slalu defended his daughter. Because only Dalilah who slalu praises Kaysan with the most handsome father and like a hero.

"Mobu prepare instead. Come to the hospital later, Mom. Mom wants to meet Pandu."

"Never take a bath, brother? It's been a long time since you didn't take Jani's sister." Kaysan's eyes were glaring mischievously. It hasn't changed, but it looks strange at his age. He's got a lot of style.

I chuckled, "I've been thirty years, Mom. It's not worth calling a sister."

I took Kaysan's towel.

"Not long, yeah. The kids are waiting for us at school. Pandu seneng, Suryawijaya who is worried." said I who was greeted by nodding the head of Kaysan mas.

"Mother is still no development, Sister. Is it time to replace my father and mother?"

I took off Kaysan's shirt while on my tiptoes.

"Lusa, Rinjani the last awakening, Mas. Do it well so I can change my mother."

Our eyes met, sad. Mother's health has indeed decreased, until Mother must be in intensive care in the hospital.

"You ready? Sure?" ask Kaysan seriously.

I'm nodding.

"Then take off your clothes. We both take a shower."

I scowled, "Rinjani thought it was ready to be GKR Rinjani and Sultan Agung Kaysan Adiguna Pangarep."

Mas Kaysan kissed my forehead.

"Hurry along. Before our kids didn't give us both a chance."

I laugh. But did not fulfill the wishes of Kaysan mas because many times I was reminded Mother not to make love in the bathroom.

"Later in the room. After the mas finished bathing." I said while watering the body of Kaysan mas with a shower.

"Stage, Brother."

I hissed, the hill of passion mas Kaysan has indeed peaked.

"Jani just helped ya, Mas. We have to hurry. Anyway quick." I said with a witty smile. I do understand Kaysan mas who likes to hurry.

It didn't take long Kaysan climaxed.

"Well, it's really a spit out." I said.

Mas Kaysan smiled widely. "Maclum, Mother. His libido is no longer what it used to be."

Mas Kaysan sat on the sink. As I continued to clean her hair from the black hair paint.

"The gray hair looks are also gakpapa, Mas. No need to look young again. My son is three too!"

"It's not so, brother. But Dalilah. Her hair was gray, old. Later the adult Dalilah Ayahanda looks like a grandfather. Dalilah do not want Daddy to get old quickly, later no one will believe Dalilah if bubu angry!" Mas Kaysan imitates the Dalilah style of speech.

I sighed, and hurriedly finished the two baths interspersed with important talk.

After Kaysan took a bath, I hurriedly changed my wet clothes considering that it was ten in the morning. Pandu and Suryawijaya must be ready to go home. The journey to school took thirty minutes.

"Suryawijaya must have panicked this mas. The child is most sensitive and timely. So we pick up Suryawijaya before Pandu." I said while tidying my hair.

"Don't panic, Sister. Suryawijaya must also understand that his mother also belongs to his father. Not just hers." explained Kaysan who instead ignited my lips to say honesty, "Well this. Same with you, mas. Possessive!"

Mas Kaysan hugged me, "He's the one who's going to replace me, brother. Take care of Suryawijaya like my mother took care of me as a child."

I rubbed Kaysan's back, "Yes. Yuk... The children are waiting for Bubu and Baba. Mother also awaits her grandchildren."

Mas Kaysan nodded, he grabbed my shoulder and took me along to the courtyard of the house.

Not much has changed in this house in the ten years I have spent living with the Kaysan family. The chicken is still alive and has a successor. Mbok Darmi is still healthy with traditional herbal medicine made. Mr. Parto has found his life partner again.

It all happened not by chance. But because there is interference from Sang Hyang Jagad, the owner of this universe.

...Happy Reading 💚...