My Husband is a Ningrat

Chapter 25. [Cassan Garden ]

In a cassava garden owned by local residents, we stood facing each other. I am the one who gives my opinion, he who remains strong with his opinion. We're at odds.

On this steep rock path. We both argue. Witnessed by cassava leaves and weeds that swayed, as if I had forgotten our purpose here. Spending the day together.

I did not accept the demo with a unilateral decision, he who could easily sign the royal letter of approval. It would easily drag me to the agreement on paper.

I seemed to forget that what I was facing was a man whose blood flowed nobility, majesty and greatness. Not to forget, there was blood of hubris also flowing in his blood.

"Far to the beach just want to fight, if so just at home. No need to make my ass tingle." I forget who he is, my tone has gone up.

"I'm not asking you to fight, I'm just getting you married." His face was as usual, serious. But his voice remained soft, His attitude still looked calm. Sometimes even a smile was engraved on her lips.

"Married! Is that crazy?"

I put my foot on the ground. I'm a girl who can't refuse directly or a girl who can agree directly. It takes a lot of debate and this is it to decide the next course of action.

"I'm still 20 years old, I still want to pay off my debts. I still want to live my life as a girl."

"Married me Rinjani. Then all your needs become my responsibility."

"Mas, getting married isn't that easy. I don't want to be like my parents. Divorce!"

I feel like I'm talking to myself, divorce is like getting a wound that never dries. Even the wound is getting gaping, "I still want to find mom." My eyes were watery, the ignorant fool who was at the end of it left many wounds placed on my mother's body. Many seeds were planted in my mother's womb, but if they were positive. That stupid man told mom to abort my sister-to-be, is it better. So that my brothers do not know the nature of my father's curse, "If mas could find mother. I'm willing to get married, whatever condition you give me."

I closed my eyes, wiping away the tears that were slowly drenching my face.

The burly body pulled my body into his embrace, gently stroking my back,

"Cry." She let me cry, a little while later I started to wake up. We are still in the middle of a cassava garden owned by residents.

"Mas, off." I pushed his body, but even my body leaned back.

Kaysan wiped away the rest of my tears, "Let me help you find Mom. But Jani knew what Jani had to do after that?"

I nodded, she pulled my body again in her arms. "Here you go, I don't want to be arrested by the locals."

Kaysan only chuckled a little, he took my hand. We walked around with orange forest flowers that seemed to bloom. The color of this flower seems to contrast with the circumstances around. Like an oasis in the Sahara desert.

We arrived at the white sand, greeted by a lot of yellow butterflies that began to fly away to avoid our arrival, two hearts that returned to synergy.

"It's so good, it's like hidden paradise." My eyes were circulating, the rocks of the reef adorned the right side of this beach.

The yellow butterflies were like dancing like the original yellow butterfly dance of Bali. Yellow butterflies that escort the journey of the soldiers of King Karangasem, when attacking the Selaparang kingdom, Lombok. The I Gusti Anglurah Ketut Karangasem.

Some people believe that butterflies carry messages from angels or signs from departed loved ones. Butterflies have magical powers and qualities that are very easy to see why so much symbolism is related to this animal. Change, Freedom, Live life to the fullest and Beauty.

Then what do butterflies mean to my life, where will destiny take me away after this.

We both sat on the white sand, facing the open ocean before us. We are like small, many secrets behind the water that surges with agility.

"Well, can't you sit down?" I said as I opened my backpack. What dating me, it's been like doing humiliation.

"From the land we return to the land, Rinjani."

"Mas, don't talk like that."

"Then? I'm learning to be myself with you Rinjani."

"Mas, you make me feel guilty."

"No, I should have taken my title off when I was near you."

"Yes..."

I took the white plastic out of my bag, took the hand sanitizer and sprayed it on my hand.

"Your hands." My love, his hands then looked up.

"How old are you, why do you want marriage?"

"34, Jani."

My body gradually retreated, "Old gold."

"So I'm dating the same mas-mas who's been mateng?" I said while holding back a laugh, like a mango. Kaysan is a sweet old mango. Ah mango... Anyone who doesn't know him would consider him a cold man. The look in his eyes did not radiate warmth, let alone his stiff body like a model.

"More if I marry you later."

I laughed, "Mas, ah don't talk about marriage anymore. We haven't had 24 hours of character." Speak back to grumbling.

Kaysan pinched my nose, "You're looking at Rinjani. I'm so..."

"So what?"

"So more, um... What are you holding Rinjani?"

"Zinc-bull. Wanna?"

Kaysan nodded, "Eat the mas."

I put the gang into his hand. We sat to give each other some distance.

Even if seen by ordinary people, we are just like a sister who was stopping by sitting on the beach.

"Tomorrow Sunday night where will Nina, Jani?" kaysan asked as he finished the snack in his hand, I took mineral water for him, "Drink first."

"Tomorrow for the annual meeting, Mas. So Sunday night we don't see you tomorrow."

Kaysan simply nodded, "But my spare time is only Saturday and Sunday."

"The schedule is Sunday if you want."

"Don't you think that courtship usually has to be Sunday night, Rinjani?"

"Who makes the schedule? There's nothing."

I stick out my tongue, "Kal-akalan mas aja nih." I cheered.

"Sorry mas, it's a big event so every Sunday night must be a committee meeting until day H." I continue to explain.

"All right, I get it."

"As angry?"

"No."

"Mass?"

He was silent, "It's getting old" I said as I approached him. He just grabbed my shoulder without making a sound.

If this is what I'm afraid of, his mind path is not easy to guess. About what he thought, "If you want to explore the character mas should be more open. Don't just shut up."

Kaysan took his phone, I was flabbergasted. His smartphone is not like the title he holds. Although it is better than my phone but the phone is classified as a regular model.

"Save your number Rinjani." He put his HP in my hand, "Why did I write it myself?"

"Write, don't give me the wrong number."

I chuckled, "I gave Miss Rosmini the number?"

Kaysan pinched my nose again, "Just look."

I slowly opened up his HP, dating a mateng-aged mas-mas made me reluctant to tinker with his HP. Different when I was dating Nanang, even the passwords of all his social media I know.

I quickly wrote my HP number, "Udah mas, call me tonight." My god with a flirtatious tone.

The twilight gelayut began to decorate the sky this afternoon, Kaysan and I began to tidy up the luggage. There's not much we're talking about, the quiet sultan-style courtship does make me confused.

We started walking through the path earlier, "Mas, my calves have become more sexy for a long time." I complained in a breathless tone.

"Later if you've married your sexy calf massage mas Rinjani."

I patted Kaysan on the shoulder, "Mas!"

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