My Husband is a Ningrat

Chapter 78. [ Coffee Tubruk ]

Perhaps love does not need characters, only need to trust each other.

Love needs no reason, though,

to achieve one goal.

Love may not need confession,

it just needs a bond.

"Come to Ambarukmo hotel number 173, after college. I'm waiting for."

Men are sweet when they want to, men are also sometimes pessimistic to express love. And, stupidly again love is a complete package of coffee-flavored milk. Sweet, bitter, sticky and delicious. If it's well-taken, it must be ouhai.

Like coffee tubruk, innocent, simple, but very alluring if we know him more deeply, { coffee philosophy quotes }. Have I been like a coffee crashing, ah it's definitely in the hotel later will also be hit.

I don't know what's inside him, his movements are uncertain. But I like it, for some reason.

Taking an online taxi, I headed to one of the five-star hotels in the city center. The hotel that once stood and now again stands majestically with a new building that is more contemporary and elegant.

Isn't this like playing cat-slam with the media or paparazzi, Kaysan gait is sure there will be a lot of people who follow, but is not he a person who is reluctant. Surely Kaysan had thought of something mature before he invited me to meet at the hotel.

I'm squealing, do I look like a college chicken? The man's shucks, telling a woman pretending to be a girl to meet om-om at the hotel. What if my friend finds out, not funny, right. I don't want my dignity ruined for a reason to want to fuck in a hotel room. I want to see him if I meet later, I can make my own decisions.

I sighed, the journey to the hotel was short. It's just that at the intersection of Colombo road this hour is the hour where school children are also home from school. Traffic jams snaking, seen many times Kaysan sent a message to quickly come. He thought the online taxi I was riding could fly or get a police motorcade. He forgot, if it is outside the house, I am a commoner like my previous status. Fuck up! Men are insensitive.

After 20 minutes, I arrived at the Ambarukmo hotel hall, I swallowed my hard-earned saliva. After I paid the transportation fee, I walked towards the hotel lobby.

This was my first time getting into a star hotel. I look at my performance from top to bottom, why like a student who wants an internship. Oh, my God, it could actually be considered my college chicken. Want to curse Kaysan to be a chicken laying two eggs, hish. Mating must be bothered to go to the hotel.

I went into the hotel, I was confused. Where is room 173, there's no way I'm asking the receptionist, he'll know who I met. It's more chaotic.

I finally chose to take my HP and contact Kaysan. One time, his voice was heard from behind the phone.

"....,"

"Where the hell is it, what floor?" I asked while giving a glance.

"....,"

"Jebel, wait a minute."

"....,"

"Get and!"

After cursing, I hurried to the elevator. He's on the 9th floor. Later on the 9th floor find the last room, and he only gives me five minutes. If I am punished too late, I foolishly eat his words and obey his orders. Gusti, love will not be this cool, right, if the people are so many demanding things that are easy but as if complicated. Meet at home cool.

Arriving in front of room 173, I set my breath gasping. After getting out of the elevator, I ran towards the end of the room. Instead of getting punished, I ran as hard as when chased by thugs first.

I pressed the chamber bell, a few seconds later the door opened. Appearing Kaysan who really made me drool, that man ah already. Enough I know.

"Bad you, my mother."

"What else?" he said as he led me to sit in the guest chair.

"Snap. I'm thirsty, Mas."

"What are you going through, Rinjani?"

My eyes bulged, I quickly hit him with a sofa cushion. "I ran off!"

"That's so hard, it looks like you've missed me so much, Rinjani."

I was screeching, one more punch landed on Kaysan's shoulder.

"Who misses, I don't! Don't geer, Mas."

"What are you running for?"

"For you, my mother."

Smile, "What is so much love you with your backpack, realize that you carry on."

"I love this bag so much, he's a silent witness." I said as I put my backpack on the table.

"Fluent?"

"His college?"

This man in front of me opened my backpack, and took my laptop.

He opened it, and I chose to walk around in the room. View other sights and facilities.

"Why is it like this?"

"What?" I said as I approached him.

"Why is my face like this? You look young like a high school boy, whereas I'm like an om-om."

I chuckled, as the photo together after the metal concert finished last time. We all the event organizers took pictures with the King's unexpected son. If the other committee was tired and almost tepar, Kaysan actually showed his serious face.

"You're like an om-om, you realize? Jani was seen by many people when he came here, thought the wrong schoolgirl, entered the hotel during the day. You're crazy, Mas." I crossed my fingers slanted over my forehead, crazy.

"I want to be with you, tomorrow weekend anyway. I don't work, you don't go to college." obviously didn't miss the twinkle in his eyes.

"So what's the point? Moving the bed?"

Kaysan nodded, "I wanted to book a honeymoon couple's special room. But it feels strange, my status outside is unmarried. So enjoy what it is, huh?"

I hit Kaysan on the shoulder, "Everything you do is excessive, Mas. And, I don't feel good about receiving all your treatment."

"You're Special."

"Not much to seduce!"

"This room is air-conditioned, and I'm cold."

"Who does not wear clothes, you have many reasons. Get in the wind, kapok."

"Cotton, banana?"

"Pack baby, you're crisp."

"Again!"

"What?"

"Call me baby."

"Basic om-om flirty."

"You've ignited him, baby."

"Enough, enough, enough...!"

I pinched Kaysan's stomach. "My ears are tickled at your voice, Mommy."

"I love you, Rinjani. Stay with me no matter what."

"Hold it!" I held her hand, ready to dance on top of my body.

I turned on the song from my laptop. Songs I downloaded a few days ago.

"Dance with me, Mas." I softly withdrew his hand, he who was already bare-chested increasingly made me lust to immerse my face in his field chest. Sexy.

"Can you dance?" tanya while holding my waist, I shook my head.

"Why are you asking me to dance?"

My legs went up the back of his legs, a little tiptoe while wrapping my hands around his neck, "Weight, Mom?" Kaysan.

"Take me wherever your steps move."

His hands tightly held my waist, accompanied by the ballet music the other day, his legs began to move forward and backward. Sometimes it rotates according to the accompaniment of the song. My hair was unraveling freely, Kaysan further tightened his embrace.

"There's a part of life that we need to share, Mas. If you're tired of saying, you don't have to keep it to yourself. Keep moving."

The foot kept stepping back. His breath was unceasingly tickling my ears.

"Not more beautiful than the time I could have spent with you. Thank you for being born and for being there for me."

Um. I'll eat it tonight. 🤭