My Husband is a Ningrat

Chapter 42. [Want to marry ]

Three days before the wedding ceremony, I was taken to a house, I don't know who the landlord is. This minimalist house looks very comfortable to live in. Lots of ornamental plants neatly arranged in the yard of the house.

I took my foot to follow Kaysan's man.

In the main room of this house, I was surprised not to play, my photos were hanging on the wall of this house. Including the sketches of my mother and father accompanying my frame.

I know for a fact that this is Kaysan's job, only one man impressed me with the surprises he gave me.

I maki Kaysan from a distance, she made me feel more and more an impromptu princess. It makes me feel more meaningful and expected.

Oh Kaysan's... Brother darling. Wait for me at your residence tonight.

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When fitting clothes ten days ago, we had a big debate at the boutique Kaysan family subscription.

I insisted that I want to wear ordinary white kebaya, he insisted on wearing Wet clothes with a lot of cloth that will be wrapped around the body. Just one try is enough to make me have trouble breathing.

Finally I relented, just according to who had the word. I also did not spend a penny. All of that was borne by Kaysan. I just need to prepare my body soul, a soul that will wander in something new. The soul must be prepared for everything that will happen. If you say desperate, the answer is yes. I don't know where the guts I got, my guts really dare to accept a proposal from the King's son.

Later in the afternoon is the tradition of sungkeman and flush that I will do. After this morning almost at noon, the installer bleketepe, tarub, and tuwuhan finished.

Bleketepe made from woven coconut leaves will be paired with tuwuhan. Tuwuhan is installed on the left and right of the gate usually the contents are plants. One that must be there is a king banana, young coconut, rice stalks, and janur. Installation of bleketepe, tarub, and tuwuhan in addition to being a repel bala. This tradition contains the hope of a couple who will soon get married. It is expected to obtain a healthy education, be kind, have enough and always be happy.

I was nervous, my heart was not calm. Father did not come. Then who accompanies me later during the procession, even later tonight I will undergo a procession of tantingan and midodareni.

I needed a friend to tell me a story, but unfortunately I was locked in a room alone. The sound of busyness was heard outside the room, I don't know what was prepared by Kaysan's man. I can't see him at all. He said I was on the edge, not going anywhere until the ijab kabul process later.

Kaysan only told me before my farewell ten days ago to obey everything the guarding man said in this house. It was these Elders who accompanied me since my move from the contract. He arranged all the processes that would take place in this house.

Time crept up, the hot afternoon began to be replaced with a blushing twilight. Today at three o'clock in the afternoon, the door of my room was open.

"Well, eat first." One tray containing food is available in various kinds. My eyes sparkled when a chocolate bar was on the tray.

"Bok, you've come?" I was worried because I realized I didn't get a knock on the door with that annoying middle-aged man standing in front of me. What if you don't come, while everything is out.

"Eat first, then take a shower. The fairy team has come waiting for you." Mbok Darmi stroked my back, "Patience, calm down. Don't grusa-grusu." he continued.

"But Mr, Mbok."

"Later you come, let's eat. Do I need a bribe?"

My head nodded, to lift the spoon only my hand was not strong. The thought of my guardian's presence made me anxious and limp. My hands are wet with cold sweat, my face is sour.

"Open your mouth, baby." The first one landed in my mouth.

"Good Den is also doing the same procession as you." explained Mbok Darmi.

How Kaysan looks now, must be very handsome. Even the sugar in his factory could not beat his sweet smile. Uh!

"Mbok, tell me when Kaysan was a child." I asked expectantly.

"Let's know for yourself. Let's finish your meal, keep taking a shower, and make yourself more beautiful. It's gonna be good tomorrow 'den pangling to see you." God is yawning at me again.

"The mad..."

"Oh, let's do a lot."

I was standing next to the next door, there were four squirrels gossiping. What else did they gossip about besides me, saying that I used pellets to get Kaysan. What a wrong perception. They don't know if I'm too naive for this marriage.

Mbok Darmi opened the door with a moment their mouths immediately silenced tightly.

"Do all that has been entrusted to you to decorate the girl. If you mind, let go of the title and get ready to be exiled." My mouth is agape, so the punishment of the royal traitor is to be completely exiled.

"Well, come in." I nodded and still lowered my head.

"Bless your head and show your face to those who humble you, Rinjani." My neck is suffocated, Mbok Darmi is a woman as strong and courageous as ever.

"The mad..."

"Have a sweet seat, let these people apply makeup on your face. Ma'am wait here."

I nodded, quickly sitting on the dressing chair. My face was reflected in the mirror, a face that would be decorated with thick makeup that I rarely applied.

After ninety minutes, my body was wrapped in a light green kebaya with a barricade that wrapped around my waist. My head is bunned plain with white jasmine ornaments.

I helped Mbok Darmi to walk to my room.

At exactly 16:56, three motorcades arrived at the landlord's residence. From behind the window I could see Nina's family, Bu Rosmini's and Mak'e's family came in a uniform. What is Kaysan's job, it feels like my tribe wants to float around hugging his body from behind.

I was amazed, he really did everything carefully. There are no details he left out.

Another car that has not opened its doors. I'm still waiting from behind the window. Before long, a man named Herman came in a black suit and a rag that wrapped around his waist, not to forget the Jogja style blangkon adorned his head.

I saw a lot of changes in my body. His eyes are no longer black because they often stay up late and get drunk. Tight stomach is a little singset. His hair was flaky, neat, the road was like a model.

To the extent that the people of Kaysan educated him, the father who once seemed to disappear. I looked at Herman who was smiling cheerfully. Ah, sire.

"Cittt..." I looked over, Nina smiled with intent.

"What?" cecarku fast.

"All ten would-be mantens, beautiful." Tempted Nina again as she approached me.

"You're beautiful too, Nin." We hugged for a moment.

"Hahaha, what kind of spell are you."

"Manten the era of now dong."

"But your makeup is old, Jani. You're like an old-fashioned girl forcibly married."

I chuckled, obviously that's not what Nina meant, I know.

"Later tonight accompany me, Nin."

"Sure, here's a lot to eat." Sumringah's smile. I clap his crazy arm. "I'm gonna miss you, Nina."

"Blessed Rinjani. Soon the sungkeman and flush events will take place, pray."

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