My Husband is a Ningrat

Chapter 24. [ Thrill Rush ]

We walked out to the parking lot, there was a black KLX motor. He wants to take me on Thrill Rush, how can I sleep on a bike. The shock is yes.

"Mas, is there a duck bike?" manyaku.

"Why, Rinjani?" he answered while wearing a mask and helmet.

"Motor duck, Mas. More comfortable." Negotiate again until my inner deal.

"It is, Rinjani. Already let's go up."

I'm wearing my helmet and my mask, "I'm the one who brought the mas, who's going to go to the beach?" ask me while changing the position of my backpack forward.

"No! I'm the one who brought it." Kaysan held up the key he held high.

"I'm a mas, free to sleep on the bike. Can't, it's the key." I tiptoed trying to get the keys to the bike.

"You sure you can, Rinjani?"

"It could, if it hit a car. I'm the one who changed the repairs." I chuckled, Kaysan handed me the keys to the bike.

I quickly climbed on the bike, and so did Kaysan.

The gate had been opened wide by Parto, she still looked awkward not to play to see me who had dared to step on her master's house without arguing with her.

I pulled the motor out of the parking lot. Towards the bustling streets, Kaysan just stayed behind. Does he feel anything strange. Or, he'd be scared if I hit people's cars. I don't care, my drowsiness suddenly disappeared. I focused more on looking at the streets in front of me, letting Kaysan wander with his own thoughts.

Throughout the journey there was only silence, many times I saw Kaysan from the rearview mirror. His eyes rolled, his hands holding his own knees. I'm quite amused about it, actually my reason for piggybacking on it is to avoid the hug drama.

Come to think of it this bike with my height is not comparable, plus Kaysan's heavy weight makes my legs have to hold the motor with all my power when stopping in the middle of the traffic signs.

"Mas, where are you going?" I looked to my left, he leaned his head slightly. "Later replace me who brought his bike when the road up the mountains, I'm not sure you're strong."

I laughed, this guy was like a psychic. I know what will happen, I am not strong. Could be hanging out on the ramp.

The bike kept going fast, overtaking some of the cars and motorcycles that were in front of me. Kaysan's hands were still on his knees. He did not ask for permission to embrace me or with his own instincts. Does he respect women so much. Until I arrived at the bridge before the path uphill and winding. I was horrified to see the height of these mountains.

Motor stops, "Replace."

We changed positions, so did my bag position.

At full speed, I who was afraid of being strung was finally forced to hold his waist.

"I'm sorry, ma'am." I said a little yells, afraid that my voice would only run away in the wind.

"Good grip, the streets are more winding and bumpy" he said as he pulled one by one my fingers, he held them in one hand.

I glanced at the rearview. His eyes sparkled like a duck meeting a pond.

I rested my head on his fielded back. Stumpy, perfect for leaning. I think I'm starting to drift into his game. What deepens the character must be like this, must use sweet-sweet.

I don't think he has his own way. In a way I think he is a man who values women and upholds the dignity of women.

"Why stop?"

ask me while spreading my gaze. We stopped right in front of the grocery store, "Fill gasoline, Jani. What are you buying?"

"Air aja mas, my throat needs refreshment." Yes refreshment, who knows if my throat will be choked with your extraordinary words.

"What else?" Kaysan got off the motor, opened the gas cover, a man in round glasses poured two bottles of gasoline in turn.

"Beng-beng, Mum. Two."

"Beng-gang? What is Rinjani?"

I gawked, fortunately wearing a mask. So no, I see how surprised I am. The man in front of me doesn't know a Snack named beng-beng. Wherever he has been, what burden of his life does not make him free to see TV ads. What a man this is, even I who never saw TV know what Beng-beng is.

After I finished making the payment, I put the Snack in my backpack. Walking up to Kaysan who was already hanging on the motorbike, "Sorry, Mas."

"What did you buy, Rinjani. Why not just now."

"Just don't know what Beng-beng is, come on, Mas. The afternoon." Take me on the bike.

The motor again sped over the paved road, until not how long. The motor arrived at TPR, he reached into his jacket pocket, paying an entrance fee of 10k for two people.

The road that we passed began to pass through the stone road that was deliberately cast cement by residents. Slightly huddled with rocks typical of the mountains and the beach.

"Mas, pinjem Aladin's carpet there." I complained while gripping both of Kaysan's shoulders as my body jumped.

"No Rinjani flying carpet."

"It's just a figure of speech."

"Mas, is it far away?"

"It's close, hang on."

"Mas, Jani's ass is tingling."

Kaysan chuckled for a while, before his hand clasped my hand again.

"You must like it."

"What's mas?"

"His servant."

"Oh, I think I like it the same mas."

There was no answer, his voice was replaced by the sound of waves pounding with white sand stretching.

We got off the bike and walked down the path of the people.

"Mas sure the beach is this quiet?"

"This beach tends to be the beach for camping. So it's lonely, Rinjani. Because access to the road here is also difficult."

I nodded, "Mas, didn't mean to take me camping here, did I?" I'm hesitating, if he agrees. I'll quickly take over the keys to the bike and leave him alone here.

"I just want to be with you, Jani."

"Say Nina if the three are demons, Mas. Especially in a quiet place." My protest was only given a smile.

"I take care of you, Rinjani. Until we get married"

"Mas! Don't talk about marriage. I'm still young."

"But I'm not young anymore. I need an escort to replace Father's throne."

I stopped my steps, "So I mean to approach me only to replace the throne of Father. So you don't really like me?"

My tone of voice is ruffled, I've been holding back the sob. If only I were present for a status that I could not. Clear status requires hard work and recognition of power.

"Replacement to the royal throne still takes years, Rinjani. But I want you to learn to be a member of the kingdom, before we are finally appointed as King and Queen."

I looked down, "I can't."

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