My Husband is a Ningrat

Chapter 4. [Mrs Rosmini ]

I looked at the silent Kaysan and focused on driving. Whereas I only tighten my arms on the backpack and occasionally glance at it. Flat, no friendly smile.

"Where's your job?" Kaysan asked without looking at me. Hadh, her voice was so soothing to my heart, it felt like my heart was shaking then. Gerogi.

"The placement of the road to the left, near the gayam coral market just in front of Alfamart." I answered steadily.

Kaysan just cleared his throat without looking at me or looking at me. I'm a bitch, the important thing is my debt and her mother is out. And there will be no other business. Anyway today is my first day and my last meeting with him. After this incident I will forget his handsome face and his careless temperament.

"It's over, come down." Kaysan stopped right at my place of work.

In front of the shop, I saw Herman sitting with a cigarette in his hand. Don't let you see me out of the car, he knows who the driver is. Could think.

I got out of his car and bowed respectfully, "Thank you, Kay. Sorry to bother you." I said politely, while Kaysan just looked at me and nodded.

A little talk, my heart. I waved my hand as Kaysan's car drove away from me.

"What's the matter you're here for?" ask me without looking at it because I was busy opening the rolling door padlock which there were three.

"Where were you last night and who was that man?" ask the father while stepping on his cigarette.

"Sleep in Nina's place, you just go home. Jani wants to work." I answered while cleaning the glass display case, tidying up the credit voucher and the starter card.

"Father hungry, Jani. Love your money to eat." he said really do not know himself, should this middle-aged man who gave me pocket money instead of asking for it like this.

I let out a rough breath. I took twenty thousand from my bag and handed it over. Without thanking him, he took the money and left without excuse.

I shook my head, "When you realize, O God. Give him your direction." My prayers are just that when my heart is in the middle of being annoyed by it.

Today I went back to my usual routine, washing clothes with a washing machine, while waiting for him to go around in circles, I loved listening to metal music. With like this my soul will burn and I feel excited about living my days in a room of 4x4m² with two burning fans. But the heat from this steam iron sometimes made my sweat fall down. The two fans lost their main function and only became objects moving left and right.

And if it wasn't for Ms. Rosmini, the rich widow was nice to me. Maybe I've left with a thousand feet. Choosing a job that does not require large energy, plus a large salary. Not really a bone slam like this.

Ms. Rosmini has two children, one of whom migrates to the capital to become a textile entrepreneur while the other has a physical disability that requires extra attention. Even if Ms. Rosmini does not open this business, she will not be short of money. After her husband's death, all her inheritance fell to her. And, Miss Rosmini did not intend to remarry, she said, "She left me with a lot of bondo, Rinjani. If anyone comes near me, that person is only after my husband's inheritance. I don't want to, let me be a widow until death to pick me up and meet my husband in heaven."

It was always and always is the word I heard. But believe me, even though he is not young anymore. She still looks beautiful in a dressy dress that she wears with a special tattoo perfume that I spray every day.

Not only that the goodness, sometimes I was given more pocket money. To her I was like a daughter to her, for her two children were a man.

"Capek really, daleman time should be in laundry anyway. What a rich man like this. Daleman asked to be washed." I muttered as I threw the CD into the laundry basket I gave the customer's number.

"Excuse me..."

I saw the guy in the green jacket knocking on the glass door. Even if you just go in. Why you need to knock on the door.

"Yes... Find who? Do you want laundry or want to buy a quota voucher?" ask me while approaching him.

"The message was for Mrs Rinjani who works at Laundry & Pulsa Rosmini" he explained, handing the plastic over to my hand.

"But who ordered it, I didn't order it. So I don't want to pay for this order either!" I said in a nyolot tone.

"It's been paid, Mbak, calm mbleyer" he said with a wry smile, "Mbak just bothered to eat, it's still the anget-angetnya from the jug gudeg Yu Djum." [rasah mbeleyer ; don't be hard ]

"Sure mas? Who is this gudeg for me?" I'm trying to investigate, I'm also afraid that this gudeg has something, "There's no use in luring his heart, right?"

"See, read it." Mas-mas ojek online is thrusting his phone in front of my face

"Kaysan." I murmured softly.

"I understand, wes I want to continue. Than here even in interviews. After all just eat aja bothered, I have to go around first can only buy gudeg."

Mas ojek online was gone with his lips are still grumbling.

I lifted the plastic.

"Why does Kaysan tell me to gudeg, don't tell me he's starting to get close to me. Wow this crazy, I have to retreat alon-alon!"

I put the plastic on the table and continued my work. Today there is a lot of laundry. Maybe I can stay here overtime without going back to the contract or going back to Nina's.

Meanwhile, time keeps rolling. The sun is now directly overhead. Emitting a brightly lit light, making all my clothespins dry. This is a happy day for the laundry service provider, all dry laundry which means the laundry is ready in the iron and taken by customers. But I swear, this must be really tired and I'm starting to get hungry.

I looked at the plastic. The magical whispers began to pester my ears.

The gudeg whispered, "Let's eat me, I'm sweet and legit."

The stew egg also whispered, "I am no less sweet than the gudeg. I'm a premium egg of a rooster."

Now the last sambel krecek and kuah areh whispered, "Eat us, we are the messenger of the prince Kaysan Adiguna Pangarep."

Not wanting to throw away the sustenance of my son, I opened the plastic and ate it. "Enak, it's delicious. What else is this free."

I smiled until I didn't think the rice was gone. My stomach smiles with relief.

"Thank you Kay, but don't expect your rice to shake my heart!" my mind spoke as I threw the plastic wrap into the trash.

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