My Husband is a Ningrat

Chapters 87. [I am jealous ]

Kaysan, my husband is never chatty. He closed his identity tightly, he never even told me his 34-year journey of life, until one by one the truth just stuck out. Unexpectedly, without asking.

This afternoon, I chose to wait for him by the pool. His memory pool with Nurmala Sari.

Something suddenly disturbed my anxiety. Like a poem, Kaysan is dark poetry. Even critics were unable to dissect it, dissecting what had happened with Kaysan. Until the heaps of his past become a secret hill.

Kaysan remains a mystery until I alone will break open a narrow gap to explore the story of his past with Nurmala Sari which of course will ignite a new fire in my life, the fire of jealousy.

I saw his car parked in the yard. His steps approached me, his lips smiling.

I replied with a frown, so annoyed! How could he still smile, while I was willing to throw myself into the endless puddles of estuaries. A wall that might have many roots ready to snare my feet and drown them.

"Mas." I kissed the back of his hand.

Kaysan parsed my hair.

"Have a shower?"

"It."

"Pretty."

My face was already decorated with a red hue, blushing.

"Mas also take a bath, let's be handsome."

"I have one."

"Then, if anyone has one. No shower!"

"What made you here?" askinya.

I'm still holding a jar filled with fish pellets. While looking at the next question.

"Nothing, just want to accompany the mas feed the beloved koi fish." I replied pleasantly while thrusting the jar of fish pellets into his hands.

"Why?"

"Why what, Mom?"

"It's not like this hour you'll just be in the room laying your body on the bed." I nodded, though,

"Just want to count how many of these fish. Is it enough for dinner at home."

"What does Rinjani mean?" tanyanya.

"This koi fish is fat-bubby mas, must be thick and nutritious meat." I intentionally flirted with his anger.

It looks like Kaysan's jaw is hardened.

"Joking, don't put the heart in." I smiled wryly.

"Why else with you?"

My man is insensitive, still asking why. It should be with my sullen and uninspired frenzy that he understands that I am jealous. How my man doesn't know. He coolly gave the fish pellets, somehow his way of thinking. He was so mediocre as to see me bitterly waiting for his answer.

"This fish is just a living creature. No need to worry about the story that has been related to this fish."

"Then what mas will still coexist with the past, even if only a pool of memories."

Kaysan smiled sweetly, "I like the way you're jealous, adding a sweet impression on your face."

"Jani's not in the mood for seduction, Jani just wants an explanation."

"It has been explained, this fish is only a living creature, so just let this fish breed in this pond."

"This fish is indeed innocent, the wrong past implied in it."

"It's dark, we better get to the room." Invite him while embracing my shoulder, I who was still pouting could only cross my hands in front of my chest.

His heavy hands seemed to strangle my neck. Not until there, his lips continue to kiss the tip of my head.

Is it wrong to be jealous. But my man patiently guided me, dampening the emotions that sometimes incarnate into fear. Afraid that Kaysan still harbors flavor with Nurmala Sari.

Simultaneously adhan Maghrib reverberated. Kaysan was in the bathroom. I also prepared a change of clothes, as well as a long prayer mat for us to chat with God.

*

I poured warm tea from the glass pot into Kaysan's cup and my cup.

"Drink me." I put down the glass pot and replaced it with a Kaysan tea cup.

Kaysan received it, with warm tea until it was gone.

"House? Want again?" I asked him, he just returned the teacup to my hand without opening his voice.

"Is there a problem?" my many.

"Not too bad" he answered still busy typing something on the keyboard.

"Can Jani help you?"

"No need, just do your college work."

I nodded, then looked at Kaysan for a while and then poured some more warm tea into his cup, after which I went to my study table. There are some tasks I need to complete. While listening to metal music through headphones, I began to drift into the rhythm of music that jolted my eardrum.

We start to get busy ourselves, this is how it is if egoism meets each other. My man doesn't know if I want to enter his world. If there is still a limit, then what is a character for if not to say to each other.

I began to stumble, the medium IQ I had seemed to be a bit difficult for me to find an answer.

Repeatedly turned to Kaysan to ask for an answer, who was stared at as changing clothes.

"Wanna go?" my many.

"Stay in the room, Mala and her family will come to meet Tuniang Dewi."

"alright. Wear a lot of perfume, do not forget his hair use pomade so neat." Whether attention or innuendo, Kaysan walked towards me. From behind he pecked my neck.

"Don't be jealous."

"Wild, jealousy free."

^^^"Jealousy is free, but it's dangerous for your heart's health."^^^

"Then how Jani expressed jealousy, just be quiet. Let it pile up and at any time become a time bomb ready to explode. I'm jealous!" I said in a slightly nagging tone.

"Just for a minute, before you go to sleep I'll be in your room with you."

"Jani wants to sleep with Mbok Darmi!"

"Don't."

"Why?"

"The Mbok Darmi's case is narrow, not enough to sleep together. Here alone, this mattress is too wide if it only sleeps alone."

"Jet to sleep it's chicken kintan along with the favorite koi fish!"

"I like the way you're jealous, so the sign is that you love me too?

"Wear asked! If not love I don't want to be invited to fuck om-om like you. Be old don't be naughty!" I said sarcasm.

"Not bad, me and this skewer are just yours." Kaysan kissed my neck again.

"Here, beware there is no physical contact with Nurmala Sari. Especially eye contact. It can't be more than 5 minutes!"

"It's not rude to speak without seeing the interlocutor. That includes a serious upload in the talk." [really upload : manners ]

"Jani tau!" I grumbled in annoyance, I turned my study chair around. Twisting Kaysan's leg with my leg, "Jani prefers to play games with Nakula and Sadewa, Jani prefers mas to sleep with a kintan chicken. But Jani doesn't like it like that."

"Where's wrong?" I thought a little, there was nothing wrong, just my jealousy was excessive.

"Kiss before you go." My right-handedly nodding Kaysan, he stroked my right cheek, before he finally buried his lips on my ranum.

If Kaysan likes the way I'm jealous, I like his black lips that like to sip on cigarette nipples.

My chest is tight not because of the cigarette smoke I breathe beside it, my chest is tight because of the bitterness of reality.

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In the room, I wondered: Actually Kaysan still loves Nurmala Sari or not. Or I'm just an escape from his testicles.

I hugged this bolster while wandering on social media.

After the dinner that Mbok Darmi brought into the room, I was already drowsy. However, curiosity invites me to sneak out of the room. I want to see the situation at the back.

Why the back pendopo slalu which is a favorite place of this family gathers, because at that point all the beauty of this house is made.

I circulated my eyes, like a thief who wanted to steal money. My eyes watch the reconnaissance path.

Behind the last door, before reaching the back garden area. I watched the colossal drama beside the fish pond, Nurmala Sari seemed to laugh cheerfully, while Kaysan was busy giving koi fish pellets. They are like a matching couple in the style of nobles who are willing to be betrothed for the expansion of power.

Waves of jealousy are like rolling over my confidence.

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