My Husband is a Ningrat

Chapter 41. [Make'e ]

On the way to Miss Rosmini's house. I keep asking what I want to ask. But the answer is the same, 'Later after marriage you will know, Rinjani.'

"Don't hide a lot of secrets mas, later I'm surprised to continue to not accept how. If you're dating, 'will break up, if you marry ting..."

"Never talk about it Rinjani! Don't mention the word curse."

"Arachnat? Divorce \= Laknat." I said slowly.

"Makanya mas should be open, lest Jani know things that are surprising when it is married later."

No answer, quiet...

Thanks to google maps motor kaysan stopped right in front of the house mother Rosmini. We both got off the bike, took off our helmets and stood in front of the gate.

"Don't take responsibility if Miss Rosmini gets angry or faints."

"Why overdo it?"

"It could be that he will be in severe shock, just be careful if Miss Rosmini why-why." threatened me while sharpening my eyes.

Kaysan nodded obediently. I rang the doorbell many times.

"It will be opened."

"Mom, Mommy. Mak 'e..."

"Who's Mak'e?"

"Mom, open Mak." Turns out it's useless that Miss Rosmini put the bell here. I walked around the house, right at the back door, I banged on the door.

"Mak... Mak."

"Mr........" I screamed as loud as possible.

The door opened, someone I called Mak'e covered her ears, "Brisik!"

"Open the front gate, prepare good food, there are important guests. Tell me Rosmini's mom told me to put on some pretty clothes."

"He-yyy, Mak'e is busy. If the guest is just you." pointing at me, "Bikin drink alone and take his own food!"

"Mak'e, say the same to Miss Rosmini. Kaysan's brother is coming. Don't make us wait long."

"Kakanda, your mother." Abuse once this guy, fired mother Rosmini just know your taste Mak, my mind grumbles.

Finally I entered through the back door, letting Mak'e blabber as well as his udel.

From behind I saw Rosmini's mother cooking, sneaking around and twinkling around, I surprised her by holding her shoulder. "Your...!"

It almost landed on my head, "That's crazy."

I looked up at Miss Rosmini's face.

"There's Kaysan outside."

"Mas, Gusti, Raden. Kaysan-Kaysan, ra is polite." His hand reached out to my ear, twisted it.

"I'm sorry, geez."

"Even though he's your girlfriend, respect him as much as people respect his throne and his family."

"Yes, yeah. Kaysan's outside, we need to talk."

"Mother get ready first, you open the door and make her drink."

"I'm also a guest of Mom, Mak'e made it."

"You!"

I walked over and opened the door of the house. Seen kaysan standing while sipping conventional cigarettes in his hand.

"Mas, sorry for long." I approached him, I opened the gate with the same problem, like lack of lubricant.

"What's up from inside?" He was surprised, it looked like I had a Doraemon door.

"Jump from behind, let's go in. The constant exposure to free radicals makes you look old."

"Rinjani!"

"Hehehe, come on mas."

I invited Kaysan into the house, "Wait a minute, Jani make a drink first." I left Kaysan in the living room.

Along with that, Miss Rosmini came out of her room. "Such beautiful, very fragrant. I'm going to see doi."

"Doi's in the living room?"

"Ho'oh's. I've met." I opened my hand and went to the kitchen. It looks like Mak'e is continuing cooking.

"Who's Jan, Miss Rosmini got a boyfriend?"

"Just son, my girlfriend."

"Your boyfriend's name is Doi?"

"Ho'oh Doi."

I brewed some black coffee, and took some snacks.

"Jan, Jan. Doi's really your boyfriend?"

"Ho'oh, wes Mak'e diem! Not Brisik!"

I brought a round tray to the living room, seeing Kaysan and Miss Rosmini already chatting with her familiar.

I bow like a restaurant waiter.

"Sit here." On the pat of the sofa next to Miss Rosmini.

I landed my body lazily.

"Rinjani, is it true what your brother said?"

"Kakanda, brother, he said enough, which is important to be polite." In the jewel again my ears, twisted again. This is what it feels like to be an Oreo.

"Are you sure you want to get married?"

"Mother..."

"Jawablah Rinjani, to be honest."

I looked at Kaysan with my eyes, "Mother, Jani often troubles mother, Jani owes a lot of gratitude to mother. Ah, I'm so sad again, aren't I. Mother is a part of my life that means."

My eyes are blurry with tears, I hide my face in Khimar belonging to Rosmini's mother.

"Mother, you know, for two more years I've been with mom. Even back then, my mother accepted me with pleasure. My mother taught me a lot too. Later if Jani married Jani can not see mother again, I lost the figure of mother again. Huu... Jani is not ready for marriage yet, Mom. But Jani promised. Huuu.. hyks, hyks." My crying started to sob.

"Jani is much wrong with mom. I want to apologize Rinjani, right, I want to release Jani sincerely, right? Let's tell you the truth, mother..." I wiped my tears with Khimar bu Rosmini.

"Cah crazy, which mother is not happy to see her daughter wants to be married by important people. Bejomu Rinjani, bejomu. Uripmu mendas seko tribulation." [You're lucky Rinjani, lucky. Your life is lifted from hardship ]

From the kitchen Mak'e heard a noise that occurred in the living room, "Ono opo Iki, ono opo?" [What is this, what is it? ]

"Jani will marry you." Miss Rosmini said. Mak'e was surprised not to play, "Well ndablek iki arep rabbi karo Doi?" [This brat wants to marry Doi?] Appointed Kaysan who was flabbergasted to hear the word Doi.

Then the three of us laughed at Mak'e's innocence.

"Doi It's He's Mak'e's Special Person. Here's Doi's acquaintance." I wave my hand to invite Mak'e to join us.

"Yes..."

"Kaysan, Mak'e."

Mak'e's mouth was gawking, nodding, but his head seemed to remember something.

"Oooo, his name is Kaysan. KAYSAN!" Suddenly mak'e sat down in front of Kaysan, Kaysan was shocked by the sudden incident right in front of his feet.

"Gusti Prince Haryo Kaysan Adiguna Pangarep. Worship synuwun."

Ms. Rosmini and I looked at each other and chuckled at Mak'e's over-act behavior.

"Mak'e got a history of heart, don't you, ma'am?

"Like not, Jan."

"Wake Mak'e. Sit here." Kaysan patted the sofa beside him.

"No Mak'e here." Respect him while looking down.

"Mak'e, let's sit upstairs. Sitting equally, standing equally high." I said as I lifted Mak'e's body.

"So Rinjani wants to marry Doi?"

"It's a secret, if anyone leaked it, I'll make sure you both caused it." I'm pointing Miss Ros and Mak'e in turn.

"What's the punishment?"

"Punishment?"

My eyes squint. As if understanding Kaysan then spoke up, "The punishment is exiled."

"So we're like aliens in our own country?"

Is this one of the ideas of us always the excluded people. Alienated from our own land that became the land our ancestors stood.

"Already ah, bothered to talk to mother-mom. Anyway it's a secret, two more weeks coming to Kaysan's sister's house in nice clothes. Beautiful dress up, if you need to call a make up artist."

"Rinjani's..."

"Mas diem anyway. Speak up so they understand."

"Bu Rosmini and Mak'e will be the representatives of the Rinjani family. It is true that Rinjani said, if the marriage will be done in secret. So I hope you can understand that."

These two mothers nodded, "Review if it gets leaked. You two will be further estranged."

"Style." Babe Bu Rosmini.

"Ah mother, Jani dapet no severance money?"

"Mess Tut."

"Mother..."

"Don't call mom like that." I saw the corner of his eyes begin to get wet with tears.

"Mother..." We hugged in tears.

"Don't lupain Rinjani huh, ma'am. Don't forget this brat. Jani will often visit my mother. Jani promised, Jani won't forget about mom." Huaaaaa, my tears are pouring out.

"That's crazy, that's indablek. Elingo your voice ono ing your boom. Tumindako sing slick, sing soft lan sing most important katresnanan ora mandang Rupo. Mergo rupo iso tuo." [Crazy kid, wayward kid. Remember your paradise is in your husband. Behave well, the gentle and most importantly love does not look. Because the looks can be old ]

I nodded at the words of Ms. Rosmini. While Kaysan just smiled at the farewell drama between the photographer and his employees. We both said goodbye after completing the farewell mission.

Now the motorbike drove to the Adiguna Pangarep family subscription boutique.