My Husband is a Ningrat

Asmaradana Crown Princess

After understanding the situation, I chose to pass through the western school corridor to reduce my nervousness due to the wrong costume. At the right time the presence of Father and Mother is able to make all attention stunned to see them.

I was in a hurry because my best friend was waiting for me in the cafeteria.  When climbing some stairs, these shoes actually do not want to be invited to compromise. I would have almost toppled over if that shitty guy wasn't behind me.

"A princess doesn't have to walk gracefully and elegantly? You!" The man shook his head as if scoffing at my way of walking.

I blinked for a while, then straightened my body, "What? I why?" ask me while opening my eyes.

"You..." He did not hesitate to examine my appearance from top to bottom.

Completely insolent, only he dared to expose my body, the body of a King's daughter that even all the male courtiers slalu bowed his head before me.

"You're weird!" he said before leaving.

I clenched my hands, furious and did not accept with his assumptions.

I'm weird? Whereof? I'm beautiful and beautiful to Ayahanda. Now Bima just as she herself says 'i'm weird, ' sucks. Don't know if I'm a universal princess!

"ndoro princess."

That again. I don't like being called that. Enough in the palace environment alone, do not get to school. please. I beg you, I want to look equal regardless of caste, title or social status, I want to flatten that distinction by remaining Dalilah, as it is, and being an ordinary teenager. Knowing love, having a broken heart, experiencing metamorphosis, learning new things and things out there that make me curious.

The man chuckled and then his head tilted with narrowed eyes, "ndoro the princess finished acting with the Bimo kangmas?" His smile smirked jail.

"What did you see?" I asked while I went first. He's my best friend, man. Called Baskara.

Our meeting started when he and I were late for student orientation. We are in the law to take the oath of youth in front of all students. I.. instead of not memorized, my head contains only reciting mantras, dance movements, and schedule my activities in the palace.

Until this Baskara loudly said the oath of youth while raising my hand up. Showing the spirit of a prospective successor to the nation to understand the ins and outs of the history of the nation in the millennial era that is so insanely ruling the world. Encroaching, alluring, diverting and cradling the thinking power of young people now who almost missed the history of the Indonesian nation.

At that time I just smiled wryly, he did not know who I was. I am the crown princess, already from a small part in the dance competition between subdistricts, districts, provinces and bring the title of champion. My cup is many and neatly arranged by my mother in my room.

"I saw you almost fall, and he became his savior" said Baskara, spelling out my steps.

"It just so happens." I answered briefly.

Baskara paused in front of me, "Where do you want to go to school, High School or SMK?"

Baskara snorted in annoyance, "Seriously, Lilah!" quickly serge. 

"I want to go to the international standard favorite High School! I'd be good if I had to go to public school, Bas. Surely the teachers know who I am, continue to be great as an exemplary student and blah. blah..." 

Baskara nodded, she understood how complicated it was that I had to take part in the inter-school race every year, because there must be students who had to be represented, and I would definitely be chosen as the number one candidate, Dalilah Sekar Kinasih as a traditional dancer.

"I go wherever you go to school, Lilah. Later I asked the King and Queen Mother who he would choose a school for you" said Baskara enthusiastically.

"No stand!" my lead who was laughed at by Baskara.

"You're my best friend, Lilah. I'm lucky to be good friends with the ruler of this land." Baskara's eyes sparkled happily, "So I don't want to split with you!"

I cleared my throat, maybe someone else would have thought that me and Baskara were lovers. Not impossible, because we often walk alone to the cafeteria, to the library, even to the counseling guidance room, so not infrequently Baskara is mentioned as a courtier Kinasih who takes care of me.

"But don't think of me as your barrier to finding a boyfriend, Bas. For a long time we can be a lazy person because of the status of this friendship."

I smile knotty, Baskara oh Baskara... Let us not be two human beings who fall in love with each other because we both know our depravity that is unknown to others.

"Come on in. Graduation seems to have started" said Baskara, he stepped in first because some of his classmates had shouted his name.

I stepped back carefully. It may be true what Mother said, if wearing high heels should indeed walk like when I dance. Slow down, graceful and focused.

Her real name is Rinjani Alianda Putri. Cool name rather than my old-fashioned and classic name. Somehow why sometimes seeped in my mind, why should that name in this day and age? There are not many Javanese names that are not monotonous.

Proof; a bright path or a guide given to girls. The word sekar means flower. Kinasih means beloved.

So what am I? Proof of the journey of love Father and Mother who is so phenomenal and stir people? A flower that is the heart of my parents? Or do I need the right path to become a woman?

I entered the school's multipurpose building. Seen Father sat on a special bench provided by the school. Slalu's mother accompanied him, smiling kindly to everyone who greeted them.

As an outstanding student, I also got a special bench that requires me to sit next to Bima. Really, why is this dispute still going on even until school graduation?

I just need to hope he gets out of my sight. Bimo and I no longer meet after graduation today is over.  Just these three years alone, I was competing with the sixteen year old male from the Sastrowijoyo family.

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