My Husband is a Ningrat

Chapters 77. [Coffee shop | Bali ]

Having finished two cups of latte coffee, Nina never came.

At a coffee shop not far from my campus and Nina, I had already made an appointment for a ground coffee with her. This is what I love, without Nakula or Sadewa. No one would complain to Kaysan. After all, that man, my husband did not contact me at all.

So busy with his business, he forgot me here who needed attention. Need affection and caress.

"Me again." I puffed up and screeched at him, "Bother!"

"Destiny is good to me, Jani."

"But fate is no good to me." I quickly replied.

"What meda?" ask her while sitting on the bench in front of me.

"Waiting for the tem..."

"Simplified...!!!"

I cursed as Nina hastily approached me and the cool Nanang fell silent at me.

"Greet me first, woy!"

"Assalamualaik."

"Getishalight." Me and Nanang answered.

"You two?" asked Nina while looking at me sharply

"Not together, rame-rame. Tuh, look." I pointed at the crowd of other students waiting for the next subject hour. Coffee shops are designed with the tempo of antiquity make this place cool to just coffee in between hours of rest ngampus. The place that cozy makes this cool coffee shop to do the task.

"I miss you, Jani" said Nina, hugging me. Smacked my cheek on the left.

"Me too." said Nanang with his sweet smile.

"I miss you too." With a smile, I said, "Less Aswin."

"Where are you going, Jani? I often pass in front of your workplace. But, said the new employee you're not working there."

Nina looked at me with glaring eyes.

"Order the food there, Nin. You too, Nang." Ask me while typing the answer to the task on my laptop. Right said Nanang, if the answer is on page 13.

"Daritadi has not done your job, by the way why did you suddenly go to college, Rinjani?" asked Nanang, "Why not from the past?" Further again. I let out a long sigh, before I finally looked at Nanang with a sharp gaze.

"Diem, I'm studying."

"Nang, I've." Nina patted Nanang on the shoulder, her head shaking.

"But I like it, Jani. That means I can see you in the same box."

I ruffled my hair in frustration, "Yes, yes. It's up to you, Nang. But remember, don't bother me!"

"I remember you, and pray for you."

Nina kicked the table pretty tight.

"Do I have to be a bean!"

Nanang and I were shocked.

"Sorry, Nin. Here order some food, please order me two full cream lattes." Nanang took out his wallet, took out his debit card. Yes, I still memorize this card, a debit card that I sometimes carry when dating first.

"Two? Not for Rinjani, is it? He's two cups out, maybe tonight he'll stay up."

Nina wipes the debit card in Nanang's hand.

"Have lunch, Nang. If you want to buy me." I cried with excitement.

"May, dinner can be too." Nanang shone a horse.

"Ehm, um. Remember, God is watching."

"Cumbrous!" my inner.

Nina went to the cashier, ordered food and coffee.

"You're different, more beautiful."

I pouted, "Indeed first, ugly?"

"No, only you look more presentable and clean."

"Oh."

"Where do you live, your contract is deserted."

"Living at the hostel."

"Then, where's father?" asked Nanang curiously.

"Father went out of town" I explained.

"What we've ever taken care of. Doesn't mean the end."

"Enough, it's all over."

"Can we be friends?" He folded my laptop, now he looks at me inside.

"I've never considered you an enemy, but shouldn't we keep our distance?"

"Why?"

"I have one."

Nanang smiled smirk. "Who's your boyfriend, tell me?"

"Isn't it when a friend has to be open?"

I grinned, "Don't make me change your status to an enemy. If friends don't force."

"I'm surprised by you two. If you meet just debating the story of the past, come on memories have to be parsed."

I snorted miserably, I should have been able to confide in Nina, but with the arrival of an uninvited guest kept me from telling the story of my nelangs.

"Eat the gih, in an hour I have another class. So it can't take long." I said while taking the fried noodles that inter-servants the shop.

"I'm still missing, Jani." said Nina with sad eyes, "I want to confide, I broke up with Aswin."

"Why?"

"Aswin take the girl to tongkrongan" said Nanang, after he sipped latte coffee from his cup.

"Right, Nin." I put another spoon into place, then looked at Nina. "Good, you can get more men than Aswin."

"Yes, I believe God has a good plan for me. No, what. Sick used to have fun then." A cheerful smile adorned Nina's face.

"Sorry, Nin. I'm not there, when you languish left by a lover of hearts gone."

I hugged Nina.

"But it seems like you're more languishing, Jani. You're all right, aren't you?"

The word fine is like far from the weather forecast my heart is now, "I'm fine." I was forced to smile, "Have come to eat, Kasian Nanang."

My ex-boyfriend just kept quiet while sipping a cigarette in his hand. His eyes glared into the air.

"Nang, eat." I said no, he was still busy sipping his cigarette. "It's still the same."

I finally decided to shut up and eat my lunch. So was Nina, she was eating fried noodles while playing with my laptop.

"The new laptop keeps on filling up with nothing?" tanyanya.

"Yes, the point is just to do the job. Others I still keep in HP." [work :ngerjain ]

"Have seen the photos of yesterday's event yet, I'm on the flash if you want."

Nina ransacked her bag looking for a small object that could hold a million secrets.

"May, send it, Nin."

I saw Nanang take a sip of his coffee, then stood up, "I unplug first. Next time, we will meet again." Nanang left behind his trademark smile.

The smile she gave me, when she knew I was not okay. A smile that leaves more and more perfect dimples on his face. If he used to like me for my simplicity, unlike me, I fell in love with the dimple on his left.

After Nanang left, Nina and I cleaned up all the luggage. We split up in the parking lot, Nina had to go home to do her college work. I also have to go to college again. My task is done, today I can breathe a sigh of relief for the task of Mr. Grace.

*

The journey home was a long journey I had. Coming home means remembering who I am. Was I the old Rinjani?

Arriving at the parking lot, I still have not found a BMW Kaysan parked here. Kaysan has not returned, how are my lovers in Bali. Is he looking for a lover again to fill a new position.

*

Same with Kaysan, but missed. Love POV Kaysan ah.

Bali

Upon arrival at the airport, a special pickup car is waiting in the VIP parking area.

I have not been here for a long time, I have forgotten the last time I set foot on the ground of a thousand temples.

In the past, if I was married, I would bring my wife here. Honeymoon while enjoying the sunrise at Kuta beach, or just enjoy the beauty of nature while enjoying his body.

My mind floated home, what was my wife doing there. Is he okay. I know from Mbok Darmi, if I'm not there he's scared when he enters the dinner, what else if there's a Father.

Rinjani will only look down while enjoying her food lazily I know she is depressed by this situation. But, what can I do too. Bringing Rinjani out of the house means I can't keep an eye on her. Moreover, my busyness will make him lonely if he has to choose to live outside the main house.

I realized that my time with Rinjani was limited, only in the morning and night we met, even if I was still often busy with work.

I admire Rinjani. She's a wife who patiently fulfills the sexual desire I have, she has the ability to make our bed filled with laughter before finally the heat covers our bodies together.

Arriving at the villa, time has shown early morning. I don't think it's okay, something's not right at home.

I have an inside relationship to check Rinjani's condition in the room.

My jaw hardened. Rinjani has sassy! He was found unconscious on the floor. Maybe he dared to touch the shawl, but I have often told him not to touch it.

In the family-owned villa, I can only hope Rinjani is fine. The green shawl is not an ordinary scarf, there must be a recite Do'a and offerings before using it.

Mbok Darmi can certainly cope, I patiently wait for news.

*

Early in the morning, today I had to finish the work that had to meet the Brahmin caste, the nobility of the land of Bali.

The rare encounter between the Royal Bloods and the Brahmin caste was a sacred gathering that required self-cleaning. And this meeting is a reciprocal relationship meeting.

One of the Brahmin castes I was looking for was a dance teacher. Traditional Indonesian dance all he greedy raw, all his gestures seemed to have their own meaning, as well as all the rituals that must be done before dancing he had memorized the way.

She is the right woman to be a dancing teacher for Rinjani.

The return is 5 acres of land in exchange for Rinjani's training costs.

The meeting that lasted for several hours was finally over. All written agreements or agreements have not been mutually agreed. Now just completed the purchase of 5 acres of land for the construction of the temple and dance sanggar as a form of memory Tuniang Dewi Sekartaji before he left for the land of Java for a long time.

There are still some things that I have to finish with Tuniang Dewi before departure to the land of Java. She still wants to accompany her daughter to give birth. The granddaughter of this Brahmin caste will definitely also be like Rinjani, she will practice dancing, making offerings and practicing manners in a griya.

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