My Husband is a Ningrat

Asmaradana Crown Princess

...[ And in the end, I updated the universal princess here. Please rectify the announcement yesterday yes, let's just say I khilaf 😊....

...HAPPY Reading and enjoy being a High School kid again & ]...

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...I live in the palace fortress. The palace became a beacon of Javanese culture and tradition. Now its charm is increasingly eroded by modernization that penetrates the entire world. Not only that, many of the doctrines that make the Javanese breed forget the traditions of its ancestors....

...Everything has changed, technology is growing rapidly replacing everything that initially looks simple to be extraordinary. Many modifications, many changes, many crimes, and many rules that look strange in the present....

...I am Raden Ayu Dalilah Sekar Kinasih Princess Adiguna Pangarep, a crown princess who is experiencing the turmoil of young souls....

...2028 Years....

Today is the graduation day of the ninth grade students of SMPN 1. Today I graduated Junior High at the age of fifteen.

All my extended family took part in this graduation celebration. No exception to my sister, Suryawijaya. The obnoxious submissive. Mother's favorite son, the crown prince of the Father who in the duh-duhkan will be the candidate of the king.

"Sura... You don't have to come! I'm the prima donna today!" stop me again. I don't want my sister to be the center of attention of my friends let alone my teachers. I'm pretty much the prima donna at school today. On the day of my graduation that brought the second rank after Bimo. The annoying OSIS chief! 

Suryawijaya grows up to be a quiet and reclusive boy. It is cold, but its face is able to melt the hearts of contemporary girls.

"Call Suryawijaya as a sister to Mbak. Sur... Sur... does know shrinkage!"

That voice was the voice of the most beautiful woman Ayahanda. Rinjani's Mother. Mother who slalu joking anywhere except when dealing with her people.

Mother had been Queen for eight years. Eight hardest years for my mom. But the woman can still smile, can laugh, can joke, but sometimes annoying, sometimes firmly invincible.

"Mother will know that knowing this sequence slalu makes a furore." I showed Suryawijaya's face.

"It's been to Mbak. We have to be crowded to make it exciting. Okay." Okay." Mother pinched my cheek, "It's beautiful don't pout my daughter." Mom smiled and went into the room.

I clucked in annoyance, I looked at Suryawijaya with a threatening look.

"Tell me!"

"The path should be graceful Ma'am! Don't installment. The family's dignity is in the hands of Mbak Lilah today" said Suryawijaya, smiling sweetly in mockery.

"Why? Do you think I can't wear high heels?" tanyaku while bragging and darting in front of Suryawijaya.

Suryawijaya shook her head, "I'm just afraid of being stumbled or sprained." Ah, my sister's face is a bitch. He stood up, restored his hair and put on a blangkon.

I was the first time I ever wore high heels. It also must be persuaded by the Father first to buy it. After all, living in the kingdom is more often barefoot. My shoe collection is also just school shoes, special slipper slippers for events in the palace and flip-flops. More just flatshoes that I only wear certain moments. Like that date. 

"Mbak, come. The father is ready." said Suryawijaya.

I pecked my face for a moment before I met Father. Ayahanda was my first dating partner. I have to look beautiful in front of Daddy.

"That's it... Maud. My father is old, already belongs to my mother. Why compete with your mother. Mother is the main!" cecar Suryawijaya's.

"That's what... I'm my favorite son, Father, the most beautiful and the most special." I'm proud.

Suryawijaya muttered, "I already know."

My mischievousness, Father will not scold me or punish me. My father will only ask me out together, in the family-owned mall or to tourist attractions that are increasingly mushrooming everywhere with concepts and interiors that make me love to come to him for photos.

I walked carefully. Do not let me have been hit by a mental attack because of ridiculed Suryawijaya.

I was misbehaving, Father was indeed my first love. The love that protects me and my spirit. Only on my father do I feel like myself.

"It's so pretty." Praise Daddy, "it's like bubu."

I let out a breath. I was so nervous to hear the word bubu.

Bubu.. bubu. While the woman called bubu smiled sweetly next to him, holding his arm tightly.

"Thank you father." I said gladly. My father then got into the car, followed by my mother. Suryawijaya. I dyed.

"Where's the bengal?" my many. Bengal is the name for Pandu Mahendra. My brother is the biggest bontot. The naughtiest and the least have one frequency with me.

We sometimes work together to fool Suryawijaya. Brother and sister are full of rules and obey rules. In government and in school.

"The guide is still in school, there is an extracurricular Scout" explained Mother.

I nodded and then got into the car. The German car that he said was the first car of the time Ayahanda and Mama were dating. Really, do Fathers and Mothers not want the latest car that is modern and contemporary?

Along the way, I just stared at the scenery outside the car. Not many words because today I really am not the tomboyish Dalilah Sekar Kinasih. Today I am truly incarnated as the youngest son of the king and queen in the history of the founding of the kingdom.

I'm really in makeup like a royal princess. Simple but incantate.

Arrive at the school parking area. My eyes were looking for the Bimo family car. My sworn enemy at school. He's the disciplined one, and I'm a little careless. Not infrequently involved in a conversation about the opinions of fellow members of OSIS.

"get on. Baba and bubu should meet with the principal first. You and your sister go to the school building." said Ayahanda. Soft, loving.

I nodded, I opened the car door slowly. My chest is pounding, Graduation this time is more sinister than having to perform rituals in the kingdom.

"You why Ma'am? Stomach pain?" ask Suryawijaya. Mother and Father who were still getting ready in the car turned his head.

"Jaga Mbak Lilah yes mas." said Mother chimed.

I don't know why these high heels even dampened my confidence. True said Suryawijaya, I am more afraid of sprains and stumbling.

"Mother... Bring my slipper slippers no?" I said a little whining.

I pat Suryawijaya's shoulder that holds a smile.

"Mother don't bring, Ma'am. Want to wear a mother?" ask Mother to offer.

I nodded, lucky that my mother and I had something in common with the size of my shoes and clothes.

"Ayahanda do not allow Mother to wear high rights. Surya is afraid that Mother will fall." said Suryawijaya with a witty smile.

I saw the shoes I was wearing. Then looked at Mother worriedly, "Mother can't wear high heels, Lilah. The bones are already cartilage."

Mother laughed a little, so did Suryawijaya. Leave things that make me regret choosing a high right measuring fifteen centimeters as a support for my beauty.

I don't like these high heels. I hateit. Why is it so easy for me to be tempted by Ayahanda's seduction. It must be just Ayahanda's wits to make me look more feminine.

...Happy Reading 💚...