My Husband is a Ningrat

Chapter 64. [ Ratio ]

My life began to go in such a way, after finishing my morning rite with Kaysan and the owner of the universe. Me and Kaysan were still immersed in the blanket that covered our bodies.

"Today has it worked?"

"Looks, Jani. Is it okay to stay home alone?"

"Why is still asked, if Jani protests later Jani wrong. Later mas say gini, 'Working for you, Jani. Mas has a responsibility', then I like to curb the mas to just be at home, later I like the one who locked the mas in the room." I said while imitating the style of Kaysan if I was giving an explanation, smiling sweetly with her flat face.

"I'll be home in the afternoon, if not overtime."

"How long will Jani miss?"

"Keep your misses well."

"For what to keep, Mas. Kan Jani wants to avenge Jani's miss."

I went through Kaysan's eyes, "Then will you miss Rinjani too?" I continued with my head down, remembering that Kaysan never said his feelings clearly.

"I'll keep my miss, until we finally meet."

"What's in the workplace with a lot of female employees?"

"Everything, from young to old. Why, Jani?"

The look on my face became scowled, "Most certainly many like the same mas, Yes?"

"No one dared to be insolent with me, Rinjani. Throw away your curry."

I nodded, "Later on Rinjani's phone, will you?"

Kaysan ruffled my hair, a smile adorning his face.

Very charming, "What's wrong with you, Jani? Can't you stay away from me?"

My eyes are round, smiling shyly.

"A few days with the mas, makes me even more erratic. I know, all I've given you, I've got nothing left, other than the taste I'm letting grow inside here." I pointed to my heart.

"What are you growing?"

"Love."

Kaysan held onto my chin, "When I first met, I realized there was something interesting in you, Rinjani. There is something that makes me feel like you can be my strength. Jani, look me in the eye."

I looked up, looking into Kaysan's eyes deeply.

"Grow your love slowly, from here and here." Kaysan pointed at my heart and my head.

"But I married myself!"

"Because I don't want to lead you to a mistake. Isn't it more fun to date after the wedding?"

"Yes cool, but I don't know much about you yet. Besides dancing, what else can you do?"

"It can make you happy."

I chuckled amusedly, "Don't mas... Jani's tired, this whole body is linu."

"Ask Mbok Darmi to massage you." Kaysan tucked away my haircut, his eyes starting to shut.

"So good morning kiss is over."

"Hmm.. Think of it as a provision to go to work, Rinjani."

I let out a long sigh, then slowly kissed Kaysan's lips.

*

Sunlight infiltrates through the open window of the room, increasingly giving warmth from all the warmth created. When my body and Kaysan were still touching.

"Mas will be quickly affected by osteoporosis if every day we like this. Jani, pity the bone of the knee mas." I said as I rubbed his forehead which still left sweat.

"If I don't exercise, I'll lose my stamina. Jani, I don't want it if I can't make you smile happily." Kaysan smiled widely. Signalously.

"Yee. Mas emang cheat, slalu Jani who used as an excuse!"

I heard Kaysan chuckle a little. "Thank you, Rinjani. Let's take a shower, 'cause after this we're gonna get together for breakfast."

"Why after marriage do I shower often? Do you know the reason?"

Kaysan looked at me deeply into my eyes, "Don't you give your innocent eyes to another man, Rinjani! The eyes that make men want to protect you and want you."

"Am I like a cat that asks for mercy?"

"No."

"Then?"

"You're a worrisome cat, who can make anyone want to take you home."

I showed a sour face, "Mas often nicknamed me with the names of animals. Shit, isn't there anything better?"

I chuckled amusedly, this morning was nothing more than a small discussion about feelings that were still equally taboo. Feelings we never say honestly and openly.

...Sometimes there is a sense that is nothing more than a ratio....

*

At 06:45 in the large, merciful dining room, Kaysan's entire extended family had gathered at the elongated oval-shaped table. I sat down beside Kaysan, the elder brother of these eleven brothers actually showed his wi.

"Enjoy what God has given you, be grateful for every mouthful of rice you swallow."

I circulated my gaze, all seeming to nod without making a sound. Ayahanda then solemnly led Do'a.

I still observe one by one the way they take food, precisely observing Mother and Father. Mother painstakingly took rice and side dishes to the Ayahanda plate.

I held onto Kaysan's thigh and tickled him. Kaysan turned his head towards me, with eye gestures and head movements, I whispered to Kaysan, "Does Jani also have to take rice like Mother?"

Kaysan smiled, "No need, Jani."

I nodded in understanding, I looked at the breakfast now. It all seemed tempting in my eyes, a breakfast I had never seen or tasted.

Kaysan's silent hand finally moved from his place, he painstakingly picked up a plate of snacks for me. My eyes were round in disbelief at Kaysan's behavior towards me.

"What are you doing, my son? A wife should serve her husband, not upside down like this! Do you want to, the more sliced you become?" His father put his spoon again in his place, as well as Kaysan's sisters who stopped eating. They seemed to bow their heads, without daring to look at Ayahanda or Kaysan.

"There's no harm in spoiling a wife, Ayahanda. And, this doesn't matter with degrees."

My breath suddenly choked, oxygen like hard to get into my chest cavity. These guys aren't gonna fight because of me, are they? I'm down.

"My son, it seems you need to learn again how to be a husband and successor to the King well. Continue eating you, spend everything you have taken on your plate!"

I stared at the contents of the plate taken by Kaysan, annoyed that I was scooping one by one the number of snacks that would make it difficult for me to swallow.

Silent...

This morning's breakfast ended safely, with no flying saucers or plates accidentally dropped on the floor.

My father and mother left the dining table, leaving me and Kaysan's sisters. Do not ask my husband where, because he has been pulled by Father to follow him.

"Mister, are you scared?" Indy, come up to me and sit on Kaysan's chair.

Airlangga who as far as I realized that only showed his flat face also hoarded, "If it becomes a chess piece, be a pawn that can be anything at the end of the opposing board. It can be Queen, King or Bathara. Don't be a horse that can play sideways."

"meaning?" my forehead was confused.

"I mean that Airlangga mas forward continues to abstain from retreat, but do not play dumb, Ma'am."

I nodded, "That's it?"

"The streets are cool... Ma'am Jani wants to?" said Indy.

"can't. Later in the day my mother will visit my room."

Sadewa chuckled, "Ready. You have to eat a piece of writing. Keblingers..."

"Indeed, I'm full!"

Everyone chuckles at hearing it. "Of course, it looks like Jani needs time to adapt here. Let him rest." Airlangga pushed back his chair, then left the table. Andri, Dimas, Nakula, Danu, and Rama.

Three men came to clean up the leftovers. Indy howled, "Sabar huh Ma'am, Ayahanda is indeed so. Everything that happened had to go with his wishes, including Mas Kaysan and Mbak Jani."

"Why a King and a Queen should be protected. Because once their piece is taken by the opponent, all of his followers will lose. It's okay to be a pawn, it can already be one of the capable chess players. Jani's mom gets it?" timpal Nakula's.

"Are you also taught to be a poet?"

Indy chuckled, "Here you go, take your husband to the parking lot."

I saw Kaysan coming out from the back door of the main house. I hurriedly approached Kaysan who shook his head at my behavior.

"Mas, don't you fight with I'mandakan?" I was restless, because it was visible from Kaysan's face that turned sour.

"Walk gracefully, Jani."

"I'm sorry, Jani'll fix it." I looked down, "Mas didn't answer my question."

"No quarrel, Rinjani. Let's go to the room, I need to get some change of clothes and plantation files."

In-house family.

"Don't be like a slave to love, my son." Father knocked on the desk in front of him, repeatedly trying to resuscitate my identity.

"Ayahanda did allow you to marry the girl, but I don't want to see you like a man who's crazy about love."

"But Kaysan will not be like Ayahanda, Kaysan's wife will only remain one that is Rinjani Alianda Putri."

"A blank omong what my son. Go to the tea plantation for three days. Your wife will be taken care of by Darmi and your mother. Let her learn to be a wife who adores her husband."

It's more beautiful, hehe. Like so much, thank you. Greetings Rahayu 🙏