My Husband is a Ningrat

Chapters 30. [My first boyfriend ]

At night, the usual atmosphere was quiet and only the sound of the headset I heard. Now replaced by the voice of the man I met this morning. He's really old school, he called me on a cellular connection. Not Videocall or via WhatsApp.

We talked to each other about trivial things, until my eyes dissolved in his voice. A voice that leads me to new dreams.

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Nature returned bright as usual, my body returned again to the daily routine. I'm struggling with the customer's clothes. Kaysan struggled with his affairs. I just made sure of her trust. Nothing more, not much I demand. Besides the trust I grew.

As usual, he had no news. I'm okay, let it go. My days have to get used to the absence of the owner of that stiff and reserved body.

This Friday I spent with silence. Just a few times conversing with store customers and shoppers pulses. The rest, my daydreams that roam freely towards the clouds.

The night finally came, I cleaned all the clothes I had ironed. Make a list of items that have run out in the store, because tomorrow morning I plan to go to the market.

I closed my eyes, after a message I sent, 'Met break mas.'

*

Saturday came with anxiety, my message unanswered, not even read, where my old mango went. Lookingforyou...

As much as possible I carved a smile on my face, because it was impossible for my face to be funny when I met the buyer. My plan is still the same, go to the market and just take regular business hours.

The night I was waiting for finally came. Not because of Sunday night and meeting Nanang my ex-lover. I just want to feel the cold night air, which is sometimes too evil for a single person.

Ten hours passed quickly, I had already prepared myself and ordered an ojek online. Nina, my best friend must have been in tongkrongan with her lover Aswin.

They are a complicated couple. I'm not sure if their relationship will last. In fact, Nina, ukthi metal that I have made sure he has done Istikharah prayers many times to break his relationship with Aswin will continue or not.

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I stood up, looking at the scenery around. The silhouette of twilight began to be replaced by night light, dim.

If it used to be, Nanang would pick me up. Now I'm going to come to that scene alone.

I glanced at the clock on my HP. Time has shown at half-seven p.m.

I have been riding a motorcycle taxi while enjoying the boisterous urban streets, I also passed the Adiguna Pangarep family residence.

'Hey, how are you.'

I glanced at the gate at a glance, I looked at Parto who was busy smoking cigarettes in her mouth. His lips were blackened, looking as though he was wearing black lipstick.

I arrived strapped. Sighing deeply while looking at everyone who was already sitting side by side. They were the witnesses that Nanang and I had been together with. I greet one by one my friends, including my ex.

"Alone, Nang?" ask pleasantries. Obviously it wasn't my goal to talk to him.

"No, there are friends." He answered flatly while pointing at our friends.

"Where is Aswin, Seno too?"

"Not yet come."

"Oh..."

I took my HP, to shift my sense of awkwardness towards Nanang. My eyes instantly rounded when I saw the message from Kaysan, 'Where?'

Just the word 'Where' can make me growl in the fog, he's not looking for me or stalking me, is he. Sure enough, two days there was no news to know asking for my whereabouts. Without saying, 'Jani, how are you. Kangen the same mas not?' Huft. I started replying to Kaysan's message, 'I'm near the monument.' There was no reply, only a blue tick.

I scrunched his forehead, he likes to play secret dramas.

Thirty minutes later, the others arrived. That's a sign the meeting is about to start.

I embrace Nina's arm, leaning my head.

"Nin, you're gonna vent."

"Meeting, Jani. It's over now."

"Mrs..."

"Hmmm..."

"Not cool."

"Rinjani!"

Om Seno glanced at me. This oldest senior was like he wanted to grunt his tone.

"Yes, um?" my answer is not tasteful.

"What meeting you want to confide in! Sek to patient sek, ikhlaske."

"Opo om, ngawur! Wes moved on me."

"Pantes, deloken raine Nanang."

"Pret."

I chose to look at my HP again, there was a photo submission from Kaysan. I took a good look at this photo, my eyes were rounded, I quickly replied to the message Kaysan gave me,

'Mas, don't be a security guard.'

'I wait until it's over.'

'Less work, just go home for a break. Jani is still a long time.'

'I want Sunday night with you.'

'Whatever it is!'

I put my HP down and looked for where it was. My eyes circulate, observing one by one the cafe visitors tonight. Ruh, it's hard to find that impromptu security guard.

I finally decided to continue the meeting tonight.

If I usually become the committee at the entrance with Nanang. Now I choose to be a backstage organizer.

"Rinjani, so MC is the same, Om."

"Great." I'm quick.

I thought carefully about Om Seno's offer. This event is a self-contained community event, it must be collective and look for a major sponsor.

After whispers of deliberating with Nina, I decided to accept Om Seno's offer.

"Okay, sip." I held my thumb.

"Yeiz, Rinjani is MC."

"Hmmm..." I no longer have a taste in this environment, it feels like my body is observing silently and feels stiff.

The night was getting late, the clock was already showing at half eleven in the night. Many cafe visitors who have bermleyer motorbike back to their respective homes.

"Jani, who's home?" Nina approached me after paying a regular collective or membership dues.

"New satpam." I said as I tidied up my luggage.

"Who?"

I silently looked at Nanang who heard me and Nina talk.

"In the parking lot, it's there. Anter your girlfriend's home."

"Jani, go straight home. Don't wander."

"Yes ukthi." I nodded obediently.

In the parking lot I circled my eyes, looking for where Kaysan's car was. I saw Nanang was still there watching me.

I reached into my backpack, sending a message to Kaysan.

'Mas, where?'

'I'm at the end of the road near the gold shop semar mendem.'

'So far, Jani, go there.'

I sighed, with long strides I approached Kaysan. My eyes wandered around observing the scenery around. A man stands while leaning his body against the car door.

"Away from me." Nafasku.

"Somebody else but me, who's that guy?"

"Male?" My forehead wrinkled.

"The man who wears a Vespa motorbike!"

I frowned, so Kaysan watched me consciously including observing the people around me. Before answering that question. I leaned my body against the car door, right next to Kaysan.

"He's Nanang, my first girlfriend."

I saw his eyes wanting to pounce on me roundly. Is there something wrong with my words? It's not that I just want to tell you the truth, what's wrong. Do I need to slip the spices lies.

"How long have you been dating, how far have you two been?"

He initiated me, more so even like a parent who was watching his son date. My sin if I tell you this truth, would I sin if it would make her jealous. My heart tingled.

"Two years old. Since I'm in High School."

"Two years?" His voice is rising.

"Ask what makes your heart go wrong, Mommy."

"How far are you two dating! Two years is not a short time Rinjani!"

Looks like we're going to argue on the side of the road, somehow the momentum is slalu in places beyond reason. If not on the hill on the side of the road, if you see me like a parking guard, my hands to the left and to the right, up and down, demonstrate how to park the vehicle.

"Mas sure will listen to my answer, I have prepared my heart for legowo. I'm honest, but I also have to be honest with my questions. Nothing to cover up. Mas okay?"

Kaysan nodded, "Tell me the truth!"

He didn't change the water on his face, still looking flat and serious. The stiff man if angry will rampage like a bull or even become quiet like a stone.

"Just a kiss." I said softly, not daring to look into the look in his eyes.

"Kiss?"

"Lips."

Kaysan held my chin.

"How many times have you kissed Rinjani!"

"If you want to accept me, accept the story of my past. Was angry?" my many.

"No!"

"Then why did Daritadi mas yell at me? Have you ever kissed yourself?"

"Quite Rinjani!"

"Jealous? Who is R. A. Nurmala Sari Tirtodiningratan?"

Kaysan was quite dumbfounded by my words.

"Where do you know that name, Rinjani. How far are you looking for that name?"

"Mas answer me enough." I put my body back on the car door. Groped HP from my bag.

"It's been over eleven o'clock at night, if you don't want to answer it it's okay. Let's take Rinjani home." My smile smirked flatly, when I found no answer from Kaysan's mouth.

Her face stiffened, "If mas still thinks about how many times I kissed Nanang. The answer is only once."

I stepped away from Kaysan, as he did not budge from his place and chased after me.

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