My Husband is a Ningrat

Chapter 60. [ Side Story - Anxiety ]

At two o'clock in the morning, the bead was closed. Smooth snoring, with hands hugging my body. Drowning his face in my armpits, his breath made a warm feeling run through my body.

How can this little girl make my entire body muscles work properly. How can every word that comes out of his mouth, are words that are able to convince me to continue fighting for it.

Until my daydreams get lost in my real anxiety.

Since long ago, no one has forbidden our bloodline blue to have a concubine let alone for a King. What if Rinjani finds out that I can have a concubine. What the words that came out of this little girl's mouth could still cool my heart, the girl that made me feel more and more a selfish man.

Is this girl going to take it, or is this girl going to run away from me. Stay away from all my dreams.

Each breath was like giving a new life feel to me. Rinjani, will you accept my whole decision later?

The night is getting quiet. I enjoyed the new face in my room, a face that always gave me a glimmer of hope, longing and taste.

A smile adorns my face. I looked at her face up close, her eyes closed, I looked at her black eyebrows, I looked at her cute little nose, her cheeks were white, smooth, her hair was disheveled, her lips were pink.

Rinjani...

My eyes were hard to shut, looking at him made me even more agitated. Anxious at the thought of the first kiss between my lips and her linked lips. Until finally I chose to dampen my breath waves by sipping a cigarette in the bathroom, while waiting for the dawn adhan arrived.

*

At 04:15, I was ready to wake her up. His eyes are still tight. I don't have the heart, but there's no way I'm breaking a promise just for pity.

"Ehm..." His body wriggled, lazily pulling his blanket again. Hiding his face from the light of the lamp.

"awake. Let's pray together." I said as I pulled the blanket, looking smooth white thighs. Seductively.

Staggering, he nodded his body and sat on the side of the bed. It seemed like he was still unconscious with his lower body. I can not deny, with hunting breath I tried to dampen it. Muffling the lust for lovemaking.

"Go take a shower, Jani."

"Hmmm..."

He just cleared his throat while looking down, his eyes twitching adjusting the light of the lamp.

I know, she's still sleepy. But I would feel guilty, for neglecting to be a good priest for him.

I gasped as he told me to close my eyes. He realized, with a flurry of running to the bathroom while shouting to tell me to look for his backpack.

I chuckled lightly, quickly picking up her backpack on top of the closet. Then it darted to the front of the bathroom, waiting for Rinjani. The sound of water rustling was still heard, after a while. He looked out the door, picked up his backpack.

Under the pretext of Mbok Darmi putting it in front of the room door, he seemed to believe in my reasons.

I was still waiting for her in front of the bathroom door when Rinjani put on her clothes. As he came out, fragrant, he looked fresh with wet hair that was breaking free. I don't know why he looks funny in his pants, but it's just for me. I won't let him wear shorts outside the room.

"Former to get used to it."

*

"Are you ready?" I took two large prayer mats and held them in my usual place performing a ritual between me and the owner of the universe.

"Ready." Rinjani stood behind me, solemnly following every Do'a I said.

After the dawn prayer, I was used to opening my eyes until it was time to have breakfast and go to work. But not this time, my eyes are still open to enjoy the beauty of the air that released his face.

Already long ago, Mbok Darmi will bring a cup of warm tea into the room. It was already like a daily obligation that Mbok Darmi had to do. Although already old, Mbok Darmi is a devout person to serve the Ningrat family. It was simply done to get the blessing and protection of the ancestors for the permission of God.

The devotion of these courtiers is a form of their loyalty to us.

Mbok Darmi also I choose to be a courtier of Kinasih who will help Rinjani, like Dhanangjaya. Darmi Dhamarwulan is a spiritual teacher. He will be Rinjani's teacher. Under the pretext of Mbok Darmi will be punished by the Father if Rinjani does not obey him. That is just my reason, so that Rinjani soon become a tree that is fertilized with knowledge, and grows quickly.

After Mbok Darmi came out of the room. It's me and Rinjani. He came up to me, got me my cup of tea. Because that's what I want, the wife must serve the husband by pampering the husband even though only from trivial things. Because from the trivial, Rinjani will learn. Especially when he asked, Fine, then what else?

Got an idea to make her not shy with me anymore.

Good morning kiss. I smiled meaningfully, hoping he wouldn't have to wander anymore. Do so.

My eyes are not really closed, I want to see if Rinjani dares to do it. He seemed to think for a moment. Then, quickly his lips landed on my lips. At first glance, it still looks timid. It's okay, I get it. A new relationship needs to be adapted.

As I promised last night, before Puk-Puk's word sounded so unfamiliar in my ears. This morning I'm taking Rinjani to Lastri's mother's pusara. Then go to the beach villa. Rinjani called it a honeymoon. Even the honeymoon I wanted to prepare for her could be more than just sleeping in the villa. But the word but slalu embedded in the heart, to remain careful with the steps that I have to live.

May Rinjani understand and accept what I give even if it is only a simple love. A love I never said so clearly.

*

Along the way to Mirisewu cemetery, Rinjani just kept silent while staring at the surrounding scenery. It was like recording a journey in his memory.

What do you want to do Rinjani? Do you secretly want to go alone to your mother's grave if I don't want to accompany you.

Arrive at Mirisewu Cemetery. We sat in front of the mother's belly button, I guided her to Do'a's delivery.

Behind him, I was still patiently waiting for him to be satisfied with his longing for his mother. Although not much was said of his lips, I know. The eye still implies a wound and a longing that is stirred into one.

I touched her cheek, told her that mom could still see us from where she is now. Might not still be able to feel the taste we have.

Without being asked I would have carried Rinjani if not at the funeral. Like the reason I used to, if it's not ethical to hold a girl at a funeral.

I walked away from Rinjani who was busy complaining to her mother. But I'm also happy, she complained to mom to give her a grandchild. The granddaughter we're gonna make tonight in my bed.

💚 Kaysan