My Husband is a Ningrat

Chapter 68. [Smitch massage Massage ]

My morning rite is starting to return to my daily schedule. Discs that have been attached to my body like to know, when I have to lose dol and when I have to brake. Discs that are connected to rules and regulations, invite me not to laze, I'm like a wooden puppet game. Every movement of my body is like under the 'demand' of circumstances.

After Kaysan goes to work, I will follow Mbok Darmi's work. If in free time, Mbok Darmi will chew betel leaves and injet simultaneously. Her lips will be red as if wearing lipstick, it feels weird. Once I tried it, numbness and tingling mixed into one, I was powerless. Then vomit! My stomach came out without any rest.

His mouth will always give the impression of life, as if all the processes of life he has examined and leave marks on every wrinkle in his body.

On certain days such as Saturday night Kliwon, Mbok Darmi will make offerings in the form of flowers placed in a cup of silver, rose water in a jug and a cup of flowers at night, not to forget the smell of incense as fragrant sometimes makes me kliyengan. His mouth will read Do'a's recitation, I don't understand what it means, because the lesson I learned just to see how to make offerings. After that I will learn to memorize a mantra that is like rhyme, Do'a mantra on the wrestling of Sang Hyang Widhi.

The old woman slalu patted me on the cheek, after she finished doing 'Extraculular', "Slow down, the important thing is to understand."

Although it is not really so, everything Mbok Darmi taught is a lesson that I have to examine raw.

*

For a week I lived in this house, Nindy often accompanied me in many activities, more precisely the activities to work while looking at the recordings of the film he played. One more fact I know about Nindy, she is a talented young artist.

Whether the blood of art also flows in the blood of noble children, I really have not understood much about royal blood. Blood that has the great value of the ancestors. While my blood is only limited to red blood, white blood, hemoglobin and dirty blood.

I'm just an ordinary woman, on the rise.

*

Kaysan as usual. The man will go from morning till evening, he will play with his responsibilities. However, if it was night before Kaysan would lock me in the room. Sometimes it's just a game of argument about the future. Or, just play the incandescent. Like tonight, Kaysan was curling his body. Asking me to massage his back. I smiled, sitting on his ass.

I started massaging his back with Rub Massage Oil Massage Massage, "Indeed the mas work should lift heavy weights huh?"

"Yes, as now. Looks like the food at home fits your stomach."

I chuckled, "Mas mocking me? The food at home is delicious mas, but why is the body not fat? Does the food in this house not fit the stomach?"

My hands were still massaging her wide back, a comfortable back for where I was leaning. The back that I clutched while having sex with.

"It's not suitable, but I'm keeping a diet. I want to look young, to still look good with you, Rinjani."

"It's not that the more mature a man looks authoritative, the more charming it looks."

"When I was 40 years old, you were 26 years old, Rinjani. A woman of that age is a charming woman to a man. I want to look attractive in your eyes, so you don't look for smooth-skinned men without premature aging."

I patted Kaysan on the back, while coming down from his butt. "I should be the one who is afraid of the mas, the more mature the age of the man the more mature his mind. There will be many girls who approach the mas because the mas like sugar daddy."

"What is sugar daddy, Rinjani?"

Kaysan got up from his sleep, while looking for a t-shirt and wearing.

"Sugar daddy is om-om, mas. The om-om who has a lot of money continues to like young girls." I walked up to the sink located in front of the bathroom door, washing my hands after the massage was finished.

"Not going to." Kaysan patted his thigh, "Sit here."

I scowled as I shook my head, "I'm tired of it, tomorrow it's college."

"Sit down!"

I put my feet on the floor, then sat lazily on Kaysan's thigh.

The hand had gone back mischievous, hugging my body tightly while sniffing the niche of my neck. I'm goosebumps. My fine feathers easily stood up.

"Tomorrow I'll drop off the lecture."

"Related?" I scrunched my forehead.

"Yes, I want to take you to school."

"That's right! I'm like Daddy's sugar like this. Jani's a little kid getting ushered in school." I pinched Kaysan's nose bangir, "Said Mother's nose is sharp because often in the pinch Mother, mas ngeyel said."

"really?"

I nodded, "Mas used to be punished Ayahanda huh?"

"See here?" I followed the look in his eyes, he closed. "Don't have to crumple it too, Jani won't kiss." I stuck out my tongue, crawling backwards from beside Kaysan.

"What are you doing, Rinjani?"

"Previous for college tomorrow, ma'am."

"Have you cased your laptop? Ehm... or maybe you don't know how to charge a laptop?"

I glanced sharply at Kaysan, "I don't really care, mas, haphazardly. But, yesterday Nindy taught me." I chuckled while hiding my face behind my backpack.

Kaysan smiled and then kissed my forehead, "How can I marry a unique girl like you, Rinjani. Just bring one book, the rest will be on the campus you will get a guidance book."

"Unique or hick, mas?"

"11,12."

Kaysan's answer made me gawk. "Keep, just keep nagging Rinjani."

Kaysan smiled and then kissed me again, "You are hick or unique, you are still beautiful in my eyes."

"Say if beautiful boring, sweet. Let sugar lose its essence."

"It's up to you, Rinjani. Go to sleep, tomorrow is a new day for you."

I held his hand, "What if there's a guy on the campus, Rinjani?"

"No problem. You are mine."

"Stay, Jani couldn't have said she had a husband. What else says my husband, you."

"Who are you?"

"Yes, you are mas. Who else."

"Who are you?"

I looked up at Kaysan, this guy is really annoying.

"You, Kaysan."

"Hahaha, you are a little girl who dares to call me 'kaysan', my name is well called and so is her title."

I gawked, looking up in disbelief, "Gusti Prince Haryo Kaysan Adiguna Pangarep."

Kaysan laughed even more, then carried me towards the bed. "Sleep."

"Tell me your life story, ma'am."

"will not. I tell you about the prophets."

"Prophets?"

"Yes, the prophet Adam."

"All right, tell me about it."

On the bed, Kaysan hugged me as his mouth continued to tell the story of the prophet Adam when he met the air. The first two men on earth were condemned by God for wrongdoing. From an error of Adam and Eve, love so much plants the meaning of a wait and a sacrifice. From a mistake called 'love' born us, the next generation that makes love so much developed with other terms. It does not matter if you have been dating for years, a soul mate must meet.

My eyes closed even more as Kaysan patted my shoulder slowly and kissed my forehead gently.

I love you, Rinjani.

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