My Husband is a Ningrat

Chapters 27. [Obst my heart ]

"Sugeng Mengeti Wiyosan Dalem Kangjeng Rasulullah Muhammad SAW"

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The hour hand kept turning fast, today Monday at 11 p.m. I can't find him texting or having an online object come to bring me lunch.

Where are you, my prince.

I'm sorry I gave him the order to find mom. Even more sorry if the existence of the mother is not found or instead .. his body has died into bones. God, having kidnapped the most beautiful woman in my life, it's not fair. Even more unfairly, I'm sharing a girl who doesn't know the way home. There is no place for me to go back or complain.

Why didn't you look for me, why? I am a burden on my family. I can make money, even if only to meet my own needs. Even if mom comes home, see me. You can change my position and I can find another job. At least there's someone for me to lean on even for a little while.

If today my lover has been looking for mother, I make sure I have to be ready whenever he gives news of the whereabouts of mother.

My heart must be fully prepared. Because getting married doesn't just take five letters called C i n t a.

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Late in the afternoon, I was still busy with ironing customer clothes. Waiting for hours feels like a long time, this is what I fear from a feeling. The selfish feeling of wanting to see, be accompanied or just receive news has begun to surround the space of my heart.

It feels crazy, my age range and Kaysan is 14 years. When I was born, he was a teenager. Maybe his face is loved by many teenagers who are eager to be near him.

Does he also have first love, or monkey love. Who is the woman who managed to make the stiff man fall in love. Who's the lucky woman to get her first love. God, thinking about it makes me hungry. I moaned, alright. I must make peace with my feelings, make peace on my own if Kaysan must be busy working and looking for mother.

Let me miss this I stacked into one. Later if I meet, I pour this blind longing on him. A mature man is his age. It's laughable!

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As per the initial plan after I finished my work was to find lunch as well as dinner. Today it was already showing at half six in the afternoon. If you take overtime I will get a break for 2 hours. And these hours are the times when my hands have felt sore, my back is no longer. Have asked to lie down.

I closed the shop and lay down on the flat bed, I looked at my HP again, which was not notified by the person I was waiting for.

I wonder if Kaysan has social media. What a stiff man it has Instagram or Facebook. My finger started to wander around looking for his name in the search field. Scroll from top to bottom the names associated with Kaysan or the photos tagged in his name account.

My gaze was fixed on a photo portrait, where Kaysan used traditional Javanese clothes, wearing a pullcloth and Surjan clothes. Using a belt in the form of a brown setagen cloth. His head was covered with a blangkon in matching colors. He's so dashing, I swear I'm fascinated to see him look like that.

But that's not what I mean, the woman next to him. Eyes slightly squinty, white, clean, his fingers flicked, using a shirt and cloth in line with Kaysan.

His head was pulled up. A plain bun that displays simplicity, and this woman looks graceful. It's so different from me being an installer.

If you see them very friendly, who is the woman. I began to see the comments of netizens and who the owner of the paraj ayu it.

R. A. Nurmala Sari Tirtodiningratan's.

I took a deep breath, not out of jealousy. Because even jealousy cannot change my position and my status. My status is just a commoner whose fate is fortunate.

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The next night after bathing and performing Maghrib and Isya prayers I chose to go out of the store looking for snacks in Alfamart and dinner at the chicken lesehan gondrong.

I started to hiccup with my HP, starting to feel bad if I have to wait for news. This makes me not want to rush to have a boyfriend, routine messages, or Videocall'an. Huft. How to Videocall'an if you meet it still diem-dieman.

Is he going to teach me the true essence of longing. Without sending word until finally a meeting. Old school is a way to date. Terrible, it turns out the way of dating mature men is really different. I who is still like this young mango needs attention, hahaha. I laughed, I was indeed the girl who needed the attention I did not get from the man I expected. My first love, Herman!

I walked down the sidewalk. My footsteps are lethargic, my mind is still raging by itself. Where's my lover, hey my lover. Hide where are you?

"Key..."

"Jani, where are you going?" ask again while getting off the bike. I just pointed at Alfamart without opening my voice.

"Jani, I'm sorry for my old mistake."

I smiled, "Nothing is discussed anymore, right, Nang. We've all talked about it."

"Key..." He approached me, my body automatically turned back. "We can still be friends, can't we, tomorrow night, Sunday, have an annual meeting. I want us not to look like enemies."

I smiled wryly, "Indeed from when we were enemies."

"You're my block number. Remove all friendships on all social media. You think it's not hostile?"

My throat was choked, I did it all. Even deleted all the photos of the two of us on social media. Two years of dating Nanang made it hard to forget. There was a lot of pretence in our relationship.

"Nang, I'm going to go get some food. Go away, our meeting was accidental." I said as I patted her on the shoulder.

"Jani, I'm sorry." Nanang forcibly pulled my hand and clasped it, "Sorry Rinjani."

I sighed, even this drama happened not far from Alfamart's door. A lot of people were watching us. Moreover, the cashier understood very well who the man who spoke to me was. Because the two of us used to hang out in front of Alfamart or Nanang who was always dropping off work.

"Already, Nang. I'll go first." I took off his hand, he didn't budge and just saw me go inside Alfamart.

Suddenly a sense of annoyance swept through my mind, plus Kaysan who did not know how. Huh! Status sucks.

I took strawberry-flavored UHT milk and a variety of snacks. Upon arrival at the cashier, Asih already smiled widely, asih,

"Something out of my ex?"

"He'em..."

"It's getting better, brother."

"You?"

"Haha, you'll be jealous."

"Jealous, I'm sincerely Asih's brother."

"Surely, is there anything new?"

I laughed, "Don't tell me if you see it from a distance."

"Sister Rinjani is hockey. 25k brother."

I took the money from my wallet and poured it out.

"Thank you for the visit, tomorrow comes again."

I shuddered in horror, Asih smiled like a sycophant.

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Greetings from the old man who refused. Happy youth day to the young people of Indonesia. Keep working even if only just a word connection. 🔥