My Husband is a Ningrat

Chapter 73. [Surprising facts ]

Just two days later I set foot in the lecture field, the famous killer lecturer throughout the campus has willingly given me a task that I have never received his learning module. It is ironic that I who want to be smart is stuck in a bitter situation, the moderate IQ that I have is very troublesome.

To be honest in this class, it confused me. They look at me with one eye. Is it because of how I look, or because I'm friends with the twins Nakula and Sadewa. That's how they love the Ningrat family.

Come to think of it would be difficult if there were no classmates.

Having no friends means I will have trouble finding answers. It is not a matter of cheating, but I who have been left behind a semester is clearly left behind a lot of lessons.

I think Kaysan's decision to send me to college was too hasty. I also have to force my brain to work harder. To be smart and loved by Kaysan.

May my mother's baby time Lastri Slalu give ASI, healthy food and immunization. So that my body is strong to wade through the ripples of waves that are getting bigger. So that my ship does not take captain!

"I saw you yesterday getting out of the car of one of the rectors on this campus." explains one of the friends who was sitting three benches away from where I was standing.

I sighed, and smiled knot. Today I'll take notes in my diary, if I start lying.

"Oh that, yes, hehehe, I was just a babu boy who was schooled by the employer. From the village, so between here let's not get rough." I explained, half maybe.

"So you work at the rector's house?" ask her with question mark eyes.

I'm a little excited, "No, I'm not writing, my grandmother who works at the rector's house." Mbok Darmi got into some of my lies.

"Oh, then why can you be friends with Nakula and Sadewa? They're the sons of the great Sultan's concubine."

"Consort? Meanin?" I was puzzled by my friend's explanation that I knew her name was Anisa.

"Yes, every king must have a concubine, and they're the children of the last concubine. I know, because my father was a cultural. I'm stuck here too because my father wants me to be his successor" said Anisa steadily, she doesn't know who to talk to.

I tapped my desk with a pen, "Like that yeah, I don't know much about history in the kingdom. Maybe we can be friends. If you want, hehe." I smiled brightly to cover up the turmoil of my heart, Anisa's honesty seemed to reveal the answer to my curiosity, why are the nine Kaysan sisters born different and only Rama has something in common with Kaysan. It is also impossible for the mother to give birth to children every year, unless the mother droplets from the thunderbolt gene.

"Maybe next time I can stop by your hostel, my house isn't far from here if you want to play." Anisa tidied up her handbook, "Later I'll print out the training module a semester ago, I think you're having a hard time following Rahmat's lessons just now."

I nodded, "I don't think it's hard anymore, but it's persecuted."

Anisa chuckled, holding her backpack, standing up from her seat. "Do as much as possible the duty of Mr. Grace. If not, he will give you a gift. I'm ahead." Anisa waved her hand, a sweet smile adorning her face.

In front of the classroom door, I saw Nakula who was already standing in the doorway.

I quickly tidied up the book and my luggage.

Looking at Nakula, my thoughts flew to Anisa's statement about the concubine Ayahanda. How could I forget that the king must have many wives, then what about Kaysan later. Will I be pitted, will I share a skewer with another woman.

My chest was rumbling and tight, but seeing Nakula who had already shown a sour face made me rush up to her.

"I do a lot of work, to the bookstore at the cancel."

"Don't let it go, I've cancelled my plans to accompany you."

I sighed, I saw Nakula's eyes. Her eyes are like those that have accompanied my love story for two years.

"okay... Nakula." I walked ahead of Nakula, she quickly pulled my hand.

"Road down to the right, Ma'am."

I grinned, "Forgot."

"Pikun don't keep."

This sister-in-law if you like the origin yes, wonder, my mind.

"Say I have a boyfriend, where?"

We both walked through the campus corridor. Nakula was like the prima donna of the campus, many eyes were highlighting his gestures.

"You've got a lot of bad guys, brother?"

"Often, I don't care."

I'm crying, "Whose girlfriend?"

"It doesn't matter, don't be fussy. Your voice is not good to hear."

I clenched his hands and punched the air. I'm upset that I'm close to Nakula, I really want to pinch her kidneys.

"Don't do much, a princess should look graceful and charming. Not as installment as you."

"Indy's mom isn't an installment."

"Then?"

"He's practicing the role. So he had to install to form a character."

I nodded, unwilling to argue with Nakula anymore.

Arriving at the car park, we then rushed to the mall in the city center. "Sir, you haven't answered where your boyfriend is."

"Heaven."

"Don't joke." I said softly, I saw Nakula's face change. His face did not look cold, it showed a sad face.

"My girlfriend is in my heart, never dead."

I unconsciously pat Nakula on the shoulder, feeling pity, "Sorry."

"That which is coming is sure to go, but only there is a part left."

"What's that part?"

"Taste."

Nakula's hand gripped the steering wheel tightly, it seemed like he was quite distracted by the conversation this time around.

"Mas Kaysan rector huh?" ask me to divert the conversation.

"Ask your husband."

My eyes were closed, "Many of you are hiding from me. I know, but I'm gonna find my own answers to all my questions."

"The more you know, the sooner you get old! Pursue what is your goal now, without the need to mix up your household problems."

"Indeed what should be mixed, if what I am doing now is one of the goals of household harmony."

Nakula doesn't argue anymore, he's silent.

Arriving on the front page of the Mall, this frog car became the center of attention. Rain that suddenly fell, making Mall visitors to just sit back on the stairs while waiting for the rain to subside.

"Come down, wait for me at the entrance of the bookstore." Nakula said as she handed over the cloth mask from behind her sling bag, "Wear it."

I obey him, by only carrying a wallet containing a debit card. I walked towards the main entrance into the Mall. Whether because the frog car looks eccentric, or just their curiosity, their eyes keep watching my every move.

Automatic doors open, I remember the bookstore on the 3rd floor, adjacent to the game center. With joyous steps, I walked down the escalator, impatient to smell the new book.

Until the 3rd floor, I waited for Nakula as agreed before parting ways.

I waited for him with anxious expectation. The boy why so long, even time has not 15 minutes passed. I smiled wryly, maybe the frog car still wanted to play rain while snoring.

"There's only an hour to search for a book, after that change."

The annoying male voice was behind me, I turned around. Nakula was like me, wearing a cloth mask and wearing a black hat.

"Replace, you mean?"

"I also need to, Ma'am."

He walked ahead of me.

Inside the bookstore, Nakula and I split up. I'm headed for a shelf of non-fiction novels, he's headed for a bookshelf about economics and business.

There have been several books that have caught my attention, now I go to the bookshelf about history and culture that is popular and best seller. I frowned, confused about which one to choose. Everything looks good and tempting. But about the contents I don't know which is more important to me right now.

"There's still 20 minutes left." Nakula stood beside me, in her hands was already a book titled, 'How to forget the ex.'

"Let go slowly. If you are sincere, he will calm down. Something left behind from him, will make it difficult for his tribe to return to God. Pray, and give me back the book."

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