My Husband is a Ningrat

Chapter 79. [Dancing on top of anxiety ]

Ballet song accompaniment is getting here tempo increasingly irregular. Abstract movements make me and Kaysan even like dancing on anxiety, dancing on uncertainty. Or we're like we're doing Poco-Poco gymnastics.

A swirl of sweat drenched his forehead, slightly touching the temples of his eyes. His heart sounded irregular, racing. Our breath was boring, when the accompaniment of the song was finished we were both lying on the bed. Sighs, then chuckles simultaneously.

"I like it." I said, holding his hand. Today I got another picture of Kaysan. Kaysan who can dance well and impress me.

I think this muscular guy just likes barbells. It turns out that she also loves to dance, her romances I have to start learning to dance. So that our steps can be aligned and look beautifully rhythmic.

"My feet are almost cream." He still complains with the hunting breath. His chest was soaked with sweat, his scent attracted me to sniff it deeply.

"Watch a warm-up, Mom."

"Allow my feet to rest for a while, Rinjani. I'm not strong."

"You want a pijit?"

Highlight his eyes thought before finally nodding slowly. Kaysan moved his sleeping position to his stomach.

"How much does a hotel rent cost overnight, Mas?" my question while poking her calf, a little hairy and I like to rub it with the soles of my feet while teasing her under the covers.

"Free."

"There are free hotels. Do you have ancestors?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"It really belongs to the ancestors? Aren't our ancestors sailors, Mas?"

"Know where?"

"Indeed, when I was a kid, I wasn't taught the kindergarten teacher to sing?"

"Singing?"

"Yes. My ancestors were sailors 

love to wade the vast ocean, crashing the waves without fear, taking the storm is common." With a mediocre voice I sang like I used to do TK.

No word from Kaysan's mouth. It is precisely even a smooth snoring that is created. Duh, Wrestling. Like he was lulled by my sweet voice aka ruining the world. He chose to sleep, resting his body from the tired world.

I smiled knotfully, still peeling his legs to the end of his groin. Nothing moved, the elephant still drooping.

*

"Wake up, Rinjani."

"Hmmm..."

"Wake up, take a shower."

I squirmed, lazily I sat down even though my eyes were still closed. After tired of stomping Kaysan's legs. I chose to take a nap.

"What time, Mom?" many ensure.

"It's almost evening. Take a shower, then come with me."

"Where?"

"Roof top."

I lay my body down again on the bed.

"I didn't bring a change of clothes."

"Open your eyes!"

My eyelids began to open, a white dress hanging on the wall of the room.

I started to crawl down from the bed. Approaching Kaysan who is neat with a white shirt, hair drizzle and shiny fantofel shoes.

"You want a date, or do you want to meet?" many wonder.

"Shut up, accompany me for a walk."

"Oh, can't Ferguso. If the paparazzi find out, we're in an emergency."

"Pretend to be my client."

I grinned, "Clients, haphazardly!"

He thinks I'm really a college chicken, just kind of telling a client.

"I'm Garwa Paddy's choice, not the client!" [garwa paddy : empress ]

"Godain 'Om' dong, beautiful."

I shuddered in horror, as Kaysan was already playing my hair and sniffing it, "Edan, crazy. I'm asking for it in Ruqyah."

"Had taken a shower there, and and a beautiful one."

"Don't bring makeup. Just a natural image, Mom."

"I've prepared everything, you just take a bath and obey the orders of the husband."

"Ready husband, do it."

Thanks to the transparent bathroom, I bathed like a fierce dog while the man was coolly standing waiting for me on the doorstep. The mood's getting worse.

"You're why the hell, take a shower wait."

"I'm researching your body."

"What is researched, not the material practice."

"It all looks the same."

"Well yes, he wants to be back again. It's been from there like this. Wanna protest?"

"Next to eye pain, don't be like that."

"I miss it."

"Say she wants a date. Later on, again."

"Okay, I'll hold him. Go get ready, I'll wait at the roof top."

Kaysan kissed my shoulder, before he finally walked towards the door of the room and disappeared.

A set of makeup tools is already on the dressing table. My heart ripples, Kaysan really wants me to be a bitch. Why is she so romantic, makes me feel like a princess.

Learning from the make up tutorial on YouTube, I started learning to polish my face. A little flirty with a lipstick color that is rather striking than usual.

Busy struggling with makeup tools, it did not feel like I had spent an hour in front of the dresser. May the perverted man not be angry for waiting for me.

With a bringas step I got out of the room, towards the elevator. This cubic-shaped thing brought me to the top floor quickly.

The right-to-know shoes echo in the hallway of the stairs. Before finally I arrived at the roof top with views of the city lights below, including a wide expanse of rice fields that make this hotel special even though it is in the middle of the city.

My steps ran a little toward the man who was on my back. A puff of cigarette smoke accompanied him, curled up and faded in the night wind.

"Sorry." I said as I sat in front of him.

Kaysan turned off his cigarette butts, then took a peek at my face from top to bottom.

"It's good to be beautiful, if I don't already throw you down."

My lips are pursed, "Rare you sure it doesn't work? My beauty is only for you, mas."

"You are beautiful, and fit for the mother of my children."

My cheeks blush, "Wouldn't you be here, alone?" My eyes circled, looking for a crack where paparazzi could hide.

"You're my client, let's just say we're shooting."

"Client plus-plus." Further again.

I chuckle.

"Thank you, Mom. It makes me special."

"Hm... Dear."

"I hang, if you call me that."

"Darling?"

"What?"

"Darling?"

"What the hell, Mas?"

"Photo yuk. You are beautiful."

Collapse of my heart for a moment.

"So I'm ugly not wearing make-up?"

Kaysan pulled my hand.

"Don't use powder you're beautiful. Especially your lips that pursed like this. Hmm, I'd love to kiss this time."

I pouted, "Not romantic!"

"You're beautiful for who you are, that's what I like."

"The sweet one."

The more the night the more ignorant themselves, not even need to say that my heart has poured into his entire soul.

"And don't dress like this if it's not with me."

"Why?"

"You're beautiful a lot of people are glancing at."

"Jealous?"

"No!"

"So don't love, let's say I love you."

"I love you, Rinjani."

"I love you too, Mom. Just take care of your heart for me. I'm selfish, but that's okay. Because love only takes two hearts, no need to be careful of the other. You got it, Mas?"

"Patience, Rinjani. We even just rowed our boat sailing. There will be many storms that we go through, there will be many things that are surprising again in the middle of our household ark, even if our ship is upside down. Promise to hold on."

"But I can't swim, Mas. How do I drown?"

"There I am, I can give you artificial breath."

"Essum keep!"

Bugh... I punch his belly, he chuckles while pinching my cheek, "Gemes."

A DSLR camera and equipment for taking pictures he has prepared. Tonight I spend it with him posing ria, without any burning lust.

In there, something warmed up. The confidence that slowly sticks to believe, if Kaysan is indeed the backbone that was created for me. And, I'm more and more convinced that my ribs are one of his missing ribs.