My Husband is a Ningrat

Chapter 45. [Sw. puk ].

Crazy things actually happened in the bathroom, Kaysan bathed me like a boy yesterday afternoon. My face is ashamed not to play. I was completely naked, while Kaysan was still wearing his color pants. The light of aromatherapy candles makes the atmosphere in this room so dim. Although it doesn't really look innocent, I still leave a tremendous embarrassment.

"Unfair. Let's take a bath, too." God flicked my finger.

"No." Kaysan laughed softly, "Lift your face, Rinjani. Let me see your red face."

"It's already, already. Let's finish the shower. Then take a break." I wiped the towel and wrapped it around my body.

"If you don't want me to take a shower, you've already taken a shower yourself." I looked up, I opened the bathroom door and came out of the room that made my body stiffen, stupidly again I was lulled with words full of meaning that came out of his mouth.

Arriving at the main room, I looked for the backpack I was carrying earlier, dizzy. Pacing I did not find where the bag that holds my clothes.

Kaysan in the bathroom, was cool watering his body under the shower. We even forgot the seven-figure flower bath prepared by Mbok Darmi. The flowers were finally just floating on the water.

The bathroom door opened, I looked away. Not daring to look at Kaysan with his chest open, with a small towel wrapped around his waist.

"Why not wear clothes?" he asked while sitting next to me. I'm silent, I guess if this is his job.

Hiding my dress, so I don't wear it all night.

Very clever bulusnya, had stolen the start before I put the horses.

"Where did Mbok Darmi put my clothes on, mas?"

"Mas doesn't know, Jani. Did you put where your backpack was?" his words were so convincing.

I snorted annoyedly, very clever of this guy's wits. "I've borrowed a pair of clothes. It's been twelve o'clock at half-time. All day long I eat rice and water. I'm limp, I'm already powerless to argue with you mas." I crossed my hands in front of my chest.

"So?" His hand is rubbing my shoulder.

"So what's mas, so sleep?" I agreed to my own idea.

She shook her head.

"Then?" my many.

The aroma of therapeutic candles scatters a soothing fragrant odor. Still both using towels, Kaysan walked up to his wardrobe.

"Wear it." He put an XL-sized shirt on my lap, plain white.

"So my clothes aren't here?"

"Mbok Darmi must have forgotten. Already, can be searched tomorrow morning." Kaysan walked back to his wardrobe.

I'm so excited, change clothes here. Naked round again, Hiyaaa.... I swept Kaysan's white T-shirt and walked quickly to the bathroom.

"Let's just change here!"

"No."

"Why?"

"Mas still asks why? Fuckin."

"I've seen everything in the bathroom."

Oh my God, his mouth is really too honest.

"Mas, Jani's tired. Jani wants a break." I flicked and went back into the bathroom.

In the bathroom, I wear clothes that are clearly oversized. No bra or panties. I hate this situation, it looks as profanity as a seductress.

I opened the bathroom door while crossing both hands in front of my chest. Walk towards the main room.

I watched him bitterly, he turned off the headlights. Now only the remaining candle that flared slowly blown by the wind. Luckily the headlights didn't highlight my wild body.

My eyes circulate, "Mas, where is it? Don't play hide and seek in the middle of the night. My mother!" call me around, quiet. Kaysan's missing, or maybe he's angry. Ah, crap!

I sat here, by the side of the bed, pulling a blanket over the bottom of my body.

Think positive if Kaysan might go out of the room to grab a drink or to get some fresh air.

Many times I yawned, time showed at 00:15. At this hour I'm happy that means I can be an all-eater again.

But what can I eat, the kitchen I don't know yet. What else is the place of the glass. Maybe tomorrow I'll do a home tour. I remember Ayahanda's message earlier, I have to prepare myself. Ready I don't have to be ready, right? Even the battle has not started.

Many times I have seen the door of the room not open. Why did my husband go, did he not want to sleep with me? Does he know I'm not ready to serve him.

Long wait, the door was finally wide open. Looks like Kaysan came with a food and drink rifle. Then he smiled at me, "Not sleeping?"

He pointed at the tray and told me to sit on the sofa.

"Does he have drawstring pants or a holster?"

Kaysan smiled broadly as he looked at me who was hiding behind a blanket.

"Already, Rinjani. You don't have to hide that from me."

"But we're going to eat the mas, cook me like this. Later instead of eating the rice instead I was eaten. Miss Rosmini said that, tonight I want to be eaten with you mas."

Kaysan's naughtiness is tightening. "Attent." He walked towards the closet and actually took the scabbard.

"Wear it."

I want to laugh, "I feel like I'm gonna watch the night with a glove like this." I put the glove on my face.

"Let's eat soon, I'm hungry, you also need energy intake to move after this."

"Activity?"

"Yes." Yeah." I looked deeply into those eyes, those eyes that were so longing. I can only nod and smile.

"But I promised Rinjani."

"What promise, Jani?"

"Don't leave me."

He smiled, "Eat my little girl first."

Bugh. I clenched my hands and punched Kaysan in the chest, "Promise first."

"If the universe permits, I will not leave you, Rinjani. Be with me until death do us part."

Kaysan kissed my forehead, making me blush.

*

The midnight dinner. I've been curled up under the blanket. While Kaysan went out of the room to take a sip of a cigarette, he said the habit after eating.

Sleeping in a new place and a new atmosphere makes me restless, many times I flip through the body to secure my sleeping position on the bed. My body seems shocked to accept this new condition.

"Yourf..." I took a deep breath, then sat down.

"Why not sleep?" Kaysan went into the room and locked the door.

"Can't sleep" I said.

"Come here." Kaysan asked me to sit on the sofa.

"Just come here."

His lips grinned, "Good."

With a certain step he walked towards the bed and buried his feet under the same blanket.

"Sleep you must be tired."

"Yes..."

"Yes, what is Rinjani?"

"Sir... Puk."

"Sir... A puk?"

I nodded, "Yes Puk... Puk's here." I pointed my shoulder.

Either because of confusion or do not understand the hand is still stiff in place. "Sir... Puk's like this." I put my body aside, patting Kaysan on the shoulder slowly and surely. Kaysan smiled as if enjoying the gentle touch of my tiny hand.

"I miss my mom, I used to pat me like this."

"Tomorrow we go to mother's grave. Now go to sleep."

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