My Husband is a Ningrat

Chapter 28. [ THE GPL ]

I started to get upset, he really messed up my mind. Tega. Because we are bound. So she casually ignored, without giving me any news, I do have her HP number, but I am not a brave girl even if I just type the word, "Hi I Rinjani. Reply to my message, GPL." [no old use]

I turned off my HP, hid it in a place I couldn't see. I started not to care about notifications, or other messages coming into my HP.

I have to get used to it. He's gonna make my days fucked up. Dating sucks, sucks again if there's no news. If he really wants to date Old school, fine. I'll try it. The real nature of dating is when you can't send word and miss it in distance. Ah, homesickness. You are beginning to shackle my heart.

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It's been three days, counting since last Sunday he didn't see me. Should I be the one looking for him at home. Huft, I let out a long sigh, Embarrassing. Don't let me look after him. Don't let me look crazy about him. I want to curse him, you crazy old mango! Just three days of dating has made me shindig made.

I'm incubating. Put the origin of the customer's clothes into the washing machine, tag the number with no taste. Moreover, my appetite dropped due to his behavior. He wants to make me thinner. If I meet, I want to tear his face. I want to hit his chest that field.

I want to ask why I ignore me. Moreover, what did he ask for my HP number yesterday, if not to contact me.

I know he must be busy, but isn't it now easy to communicate. Oh, dearGod. Do I have to go to his house, just looking for news from the gatekeeper Parto.

I shook my head, No! Strange thing I did. And it would be a shame to look for Kaysan who had no news.

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That night I threw my body on this flatbed. I want to open my HP that I keep in a pile of shop subscription newspapers. And yesterday, I filled my days with reading newspapers. A lot of news in this newspaper. Information about politics that recently in the title made noise, one of the council looks scrambled, the other looks sleep thinking about the people, the KPK who caught the corruption of the big class and many other criminal news. But my eyes caught the latest news regarding Kaysan and the royal family.

In the paper, it is revealed that two more years the throne will fall into the hands of the heir to the seventh Throne. The son of Sultan Agung Adiguna Pangarep and Empress Juwita Ningrat. None other than Kaysan Adiguna Pangarep.

I thought deeply, what because two more years the Throne will fall into his hands and he is now hunting for a future empress to accompany him.

The King must be accompanied by a Queen.

It's not that two more years isn't a short time, if that's for me. I don't know for Kaysan.

I flipped through the pages of the newspaper, looking for something to read. Now my eyes catch horror stories wrapped in adult stories.

My hair stands up, this story wants to scare people or want to make people so bristling. It's so strange my mind.

But my inner eye continued to read the connected sentences and sentences, until the end.

I stroked my chest, closed the newspaper back and put it back in place.

Folklore is full of mysteries, including the many things that are invisible and history that is still closed by the eyes and ears.

At night I would rather close my eyes. Calm my mind for a moment from the tiredness of the Kaysan-world.

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I take a towel and attach it to my shoulder. Vaporized widely and rubbed my face many times.

I opened the back door of the store, and suddenly cold air hit my face. So cold than usual, my intention to take a bath became half-hearted, "Such an Adem." I said softly as I yawned again. My body shivered withstanding the cold. As strongly as possible I gathered my intention to bathe and ablution before dawn was over replaced by the sunlight that slowly adorned the morning sky.

I put a towel on the hanger, mentally prepared me with a wad of water tub.

Brrrrr, cold... It only takes five minutes to take a shower. My mentality should be taught to be as strong as steel and as thick as coral early on. So that later, I am not easy to be a whiny girl.

Fifteen minutes later, I finished my work with God. To convey my grievances and my Do'a-Do'i. Time still shows at half six in the morning. I lifted a basket of clothes to dry, because I dried it last night.

My show today is still the same, but after I finish drying my clothes. I want to go to the market. Meet Broto Dimejo and look for breakfast.

To Kaysan, the old mango. I gave up, if he hadn't seen me today. I'll make sure, maybe I'll get angry because I miss. Just let me say childish, let it be. Blame it, miss it, and you!

The clock shows at 6:20 minutes, the sun has been decorated this morning with bright. I rushed to the market after locking the door again.

Walk through the same sidewalk.

My first destination is Broto Dimejo! That damn old bandot, ah I have to thank his thugs. If not chased them and hit the power pole. Maybe I won't meet my old mango prince. Sweet, uh.

"Rinjani, Rinjani, Rinjani."

I snorted in annoyance, Broto Dimejo knew I was walking closer to his workplace.

"Back here no?" ask me without further ado.

"Your father, Herman?" He laughed, insulting. Her tambourine stomach was seen rising and falling, "Your father never came here. Deadliest swallowed by the earth!"

"If you die, does he still have a debt with you?" ask me to investigate, if it is, I will run as fast as possible. I'm where I'm at the money now.

"Your father left with his new acquaintance, out of town. Your father's debts are gone. Paid for his new friend." I nodded in understanding who your new friend was. Who invites the old man, whether the father is useful later there or even troublesome it.

I say goodbye to Broto Dimejo, his smile still looks odd for his age. My footsteps I brought into the market, looking for cooking ingredients. Today I want to cook, which lasts until later tonight. Rica-rica chicken basil leaves of my choice. Haven't cooked it yet my saliva has dripped. Hmm, which favor do you deny Rinjani.

After buying the ingredients, I went back to the store. The time is still seven o'clock less, not yet the time to open the store. But I've opened the door to the rolling door, leaving the store visible already in operation.

My hands are already struggling with cooking ingredients in the back kitchen, I can cook a little because my mother often teaches me first. While waiting to mature, I pick up clothes that have been dry from the clothesline, then bring it into the store. My eyes caught the figure, standing behind the door.

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