My Husband is a Ningrat

Chapter 6. [RRI Building ]

After the gudeg rice that became a bribe a week ago. Now various kinds of rice often come to my workplace. From starting fried goat rice, grilled chicken rice, rice padang with side dishes rendang, to rice - rice that has a famous name like the rice I mentioned earlier.

I feel grateful, it really saves my pocket money. But I was also in the gray groove because I did not understand the meaning of every rice that Kaysan gave me. I wanted to see him, just to thank him for nothing more.

Sure, nothing more. Yawl!

It's been a week anyway, I spent time at the store pulses as well as this laundry. Spend the day working with piles of clothes in baskets and steam irons. I try not to complain, this is all I do for myself.

It is not that what we do will turn to ourselves. Believe it, it will bear sweet fruit like mangoes that have cooked the skin. And, I believe God is good in his way.

I sometimes think not to worry about all the rice Kaysan gave me. Let's just say it's one of the sweet fruits of my patience.

Later I will reply with a prayer that his recovery will be smooth because only Do'a can I offer for him in each of my prostrations, as a sign of my gratitude.

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Today is Sunday night, I already intend to have a party with Nina at the RRI building. Because my favorite band is looking to invite me to play sports at night, like headbang or just enjoy the atmosphere of the circel pit. Many times Nina sent me messages to come quickly. But, since I take overtime every day so my free time is only after nine p.m. It was purely for me to quickly repay my debt to Nina's parents.

•••

Away...! I decided to order an online motorcycle. While waiting for him to come I took a quick shower. Five minutes, the important smell of bath soap. Spray perfume here and there, comb hair, wear sneaker shoes, close the rolling door and wait.

"Sir Rinjani..."

"Yes, I."

"Sorry, lama. Just fill the wind first."

I nodded and put on a helmet.

During my trip I was busy playing my phone. See the run down and photos that have been spread on social media pages.

"There are still two hours left, hopefully death vomit hasn't played yet" I murmured.

Suddenly my helmet clashed violently with the helmet belonging to the father ojek online.

"Why come on suddenly, sir?" my question while justifying the helmet and rewinding my body, fortunately I put my backpack in front. If not, something embarrassing will happen.

"Anu, anu mbak. There's a car that's cutting the road." he replied in a frenzy. Maybe because of shock too, the father had stuttered.

"The father didn't nudge his rearview, did he?" I asked while looking at the car was actually right in front of the motorcycle ojek father online. Stopped again.

"No, suwer. Ma'am - mbak, waduh" he said in a panicked voice.

"Why sir, lewatin we're not wrong!"

I'm getting nervous, how about if my favorite band is already one stage. Ntar what I see, Scattered trash or people who are already on the stink and smell of sweat.

"Mbak - mba. The guy's here." said the ojek father online while getting off his bike. I was confused to get off the bike. And how shocked I was when I saw who the owner of the car had been who was willing to cut our way.

"Kaysans...!"

"Ehm, hi." she said with a small smile.

Doesn't he feel guilty, I thought irately. It's delicious to cut people's way, challenge the powerful

"Come sir, let's walk again." take me to the online motorcycle taxi.

"Mother doesn't know who he is?" asked the ojek father online in amazement because he saw me inappropriately calling the king's son without adding to his royal arms.

"I know sir, come on sir. Later the party rush." invite me again without heeded the father of the online motorcycle earlier. He was even engrossed in selfies with Kaysan who seemed fun also serving the father of online motorcycle taxi who repeatedly bowed respect to him.

I was impatiently waiting, finally got on the bike and turned on the engine, "If you don't get on soon, I'll take this bike away!" I said while pressing the motor in zero gear.

"Yes, come on." I looked at Kaysan with a sigh, while he just smiled looking at me.

I don't care what he's like. Huft.

"Mbak I hang later. Just slow down."

"Be quiet, don't know if I've been in time" I said.

"Looks like the prince, Ma'am."

Started to speak. I'm not hatching.

"I saw from the look in his eyes, Ma'am. Like when I looked at my wife first." Giggled Mr. ojol behind me.

I'm clucking. I wanted to gag this father's mouth, but I was afraid of sin. Afraid of insolent. I finally just nodded. And, I arrived at the RRI building. I paid for an online motorcycle taxi, not me who thanks but this father who repeatedly thanked me. He said he was lucky to meet the prince. Yeah, yeah, yeah. It's up to this father, who is important to be happy afterwards.

I turned. My smile expands, still looks crowded with many people who mostly wear black shirts with writing that is difficult to read. Cluster with their respective groups. Sipping cigarettes while drinking bad drinks.

I arrived at the ticket counter. Paying at twenty thousand. My body slid past the many people who were beheading their heads in the thump of loud music with wild distortions.

I'm looking for Nina, sure enough. The body is lush and wearing a black veil is easy to find because it is very rare for female metalheads to wear a hijab.

"Nin, sorry for a long time." I said while whispering because shouting would be difficult to hear.

"Old you, Jani." Nina pursed her lips.

"As usual, I work late. Your boyfriend hasn't changed." I pointed at Aswin who had covered most of the bad drinks.

"I ate it. There's nothing I can talk to." Nina put her arm around my shoulder.

"Which other kids? Tumben on the nose doesn't look?" I asked while giving a glance. The atmosphere was quite dark and only the spotlights on the stage were lit making it difficult for me to find friends.

"It's in the sea of people. Look aja. All dressed in black. Looking for it will be difficult, Rinjani."

I nodded in understanding, the situation is already chaotic. It's not just metal bands that are performing today. But there is also a hardcore band from the city of Bandung that also enliven the peak of the event. If so, I'm ready to get to the wall. Since there would usually be small clashes like dousing gasoline in the vicious circle, the haw got hotter!

And Nina is like a shield to me. He who contains and Ukthi metal, of course everyone is also reluctant to approach him. I'm lucky not only good but Nina is like my guardian angel.

Finally the peak of the event occurred, this RRI auditorium turned more excited. All the people who were just sitting outside the building went inside, crowding the lips of the stage. Struggling to see the legendary band, Death Vomit.

Nina shook her head, she quickly pulled Aswin's body. I helped him, otherwise Aswin would have died being trampled by people who were already drifting in a crazy atmosphere.

"Get out."

I'm nodding. Finally tonight there's no sports night. There was only me, Nina and Aswin standing staggered as countless times people bumped into our bodies.

The show ends at twelve. Nina was worried about two things, between driving me home or dropping Aswin off.

"Already, Nin. She can go berserk if there's no you." I obviously calmed Nina down. "I'm relaxed, there's a lot of friends later who can help me get home."

"Related, Jani. I'll take Aswin home first. If you haven't got any ojol or boncengan. You chat me, I'll pick you up."

I nodded, Nina I saw limping with Aswin towards the motor park.

I chose to get out of the building after just sitting around in the hallway. I'm waiting for an online motorcycle taxi on the side of the road. But long wait. The car stopped in front of me.

I'm guessing, if he's stalking me.

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