My Husband is a Ningrat

Chapter 29. [The scorch ]

I knocked on the glass door many times, teasing her to turn towards me. The owner of the back of the field turned and looked at me, we both looked at each other. Just standing still against this door. If our eyes shine laser light, I'll make sure this glass melts. Can not stand the gaze of both pairs of eyes that hint longing.

I opened the glass door, let Kaysan enter the shop and locked it again, "Why is it locked?" the question was when I threw the key over the storefront.

"It's not time to open yet." I pointed at the wall clock and leaned my back against the wall.

"Mas, where have you been? Why didn't you call me?" ask me to fling it without pause. "Mas forgot Rinjani? Or are you just messing around with Rinjani?"

This guy just stood up and smiled, do I look funny if I'm being this chatty, "Stop your smile, Mom. It poisoned my mind."

"I work, I'm looking for mom, sorry. But doesn't Jani have my number?"

He spoke up while sitting his butt on a plastic chair.

"Well, how about Jani have a mas number?"

"Mother Rosmini." she answered briefly still with her flat face.

"Mother Rosmini?" My mind immediately floated to the sign of love I made. Did the owner of the menor's lips also say the sign of love, oh my God. Want to put where my face is red like Cherry skin.

"What's up here? Early in the morning, I'm not working?" Trying to shift the conversation away from the topic of Rosmini's mother.

"Mas knows, Jani." His lips are already curled upwards. Smile again.

"Know what?"

"Black pen sign of love."

My face cracked, I could not hide anymore as Kaysan approached me towards the wall.

"Mas, don't misunderstand me first."

"I don't misunderstand, tell Jani." she said softly.

"Say what mas?"

Kaysan's hand he put over my head, so close between us. Even the tip of my head could feel his breathing. My head looked up trying to look at Kaysan. Confused by the direction of the conversation.

"Say the meaning of the love sign with the black pen?"

"What's right, mas." I said quickly.

"I never got Rinjani's rejection or rebuttal."

God, this King's son if he uses his title is a bitch. I held her waist, my hand was already presumptuous, "It was just a sign of mas, which I pinned in my writing. If I could just stick it in my heart." I said shyly.

I quickly hid my face in her fragrant armpit. I'm ashamed, I don't want to lie. It's no use anyway. Not that one of the most important things in a relationship is honesty.

Kaysan stroked my hair, I felt that his lips were peeping at the tip of my head.

My body goosebumps. The smell of his armpits turned into a charred smell. I quickly pushed his body. All of a sudden I headed to the kitchen which was three meters from where I was standing.

I saw black smoke billowing from the frying pan. My chicken which was golden yellow is now a charred, deep black.

"What's up, Jani?" asked Kaysan who was standing behind me. He saw me turning off the stove while flipping through the chicken with a spatula.

"The arrival of the Lord is not correct. Now we can't have breakfast." I complained while sitting on the old sofa.

"We are who, Jani. Is any of your friends coming?" Kaysan's face turned suspicious and full of question marks.

"We are mas, we are. Me and my worms." I rubbed my stomach which was rumbling. I saw his lips loosening, nodding.

"I ordered breakfast through an online ojek."

He sat next to me, I looked at the clothesline and he looked at his HP.

"There's a lot of things I need to do. Including doing the tasks you gave me before I was allowed to propose to you, Rinjani."

We saw the same object, the clothesline hanging and exposed to sunlight. Swung by the breeze.

"Did you know who my mother was? Where are you looking?" I was curious about Kaysan's answer.

But what I found was that he turned his gaze toward me. I blushed, that gaze made my heart rustle, stirring up my youthful turmoil. "Mas, uh mas. Don't come near!" I held her shoulder. When his forehead was on my forehead, "Just for a moment" he said, closing my eyes, I was confused. What's he want...

I finally closed my eyes. Follow dramatizing the atmosphere.

Already not knowing how many minutes the clock turned, we were still in the same position. Stick each other to the forehead and share oxygen together.

Long closed, until one pull in my hair makes me complain.

"Awww, it hurts. Ngawur." I scratched the former pores of my hair that he pulled, itchy.

"I'm just asking for one, you've got a lot of hair, Jani." He put my hair in white plastic and tucked it in his shirt bag.

"What's mas for?"

"To be sure."

"Sure what?"

His index finger he put in front of my mouth, which means telling me to shut up.

"It's not cool to play secrets, Jani, it'll be curious." I pursed my lips.

"Don't hurry, later if the results have come out. I'll tell you." Kaysan slipped my hair, then he stood up to tidy up his clothes.

"Will you work? Where's the work?" I was curious, he came to visit me before leaving for work.

"When you're married, Jani will know."

Kaysan stroked my left cheek, his eyes like emitting an aura of pain, a worry that did not know what it was.

"Mas won't accompany Jani to breakfast?" I don't feel like taking it off after 4 days of not seeing each other. But I know he must have his own responsibilities.

"I have to work, Jani. I'll call you later." He stepped his foot into the glass door, our farewell door.

"Mas promise?"

Kaysan nodded.

"Can't you give Jani a good-bye?" I said while holding his hand, his muscular hand made my little fingers like the fingers of a little boy holding his father's hand. Comfortable...

"Wait for your breakfast to come and eat. " Kaysan just stroked my left cheek again.

"Mas, don't forget Rinjani's lunch later." Whether there was any push, my body suddenly hugged him, "But be careful" I said softly, he just stuck his forehead back on my forehead.

"Patience in a moment."

That morning, he left me again. There's not much we're talking about. Only trivial talks that do not lead to discussions about marriage.

After half an hour of his order coming, I accepted it with pleasure. The cuisine he chose was the same as the one that was scorching earlier. It tastes even better than my cooking. It seems that I am not talented to cook, then tomorrow who is cooking for Kaysan.

Foolish, I better fill my stomach before I turn into a lion MaPar (angry and hungry).

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