My Husband is a Ningrat

Chapter 88. [My jealousy is still on going ]

My love grows like a cloudy cloud clumping black, whenever it is ready to flirt with me with a miserable nestapa. It was like a lightning bolt ready to strike. If Kaysan loves me regardless of the money he spends. Then, am I like a woman of the night who bought for a satisfaction. My body is not as cool, even to satisfy Kaysan I still learn every day. Then why did Kaysan choose me. It's not getting any harder for me to feel, then why am I still fighting for a certainty.

I clenched my hands tightly after seeing the depressing drama. My footsteps were lethargic, the more the night grew angry in my chest. But when I passed Nakula's room, she came to me.

"A princess has to get angry elegantly, not immediately and then kick all the stuff to make it look scary."

"Just the same, the elegant-looking anger was difficult for me to do. Angry yes angry, elegant yes elegant, can not be in one mix." I spoke with a grunt.

"Elegant anger is anger that you can still hide. Don't need everyone to know if you're jealous."

"Then what should I do, numbness?"

"Prove if Mbak is worthy of a match with Kaysan mas."

"I'm learning, doesn't it all take time. Son, you're not helping Ma'am."

"I'll help."

My eyes looked into Nakula's eyes.

"How?" manya curious.

"Make Kaysan jealous."

"true, I don't want to add to the problem."

"That's just an idea, Mbak can prove that Kaysan is in love yet with Mbak. Because as far as I am concerned, Kaysan will be fiery if jealous."

"You think it's easy to put out the flames of jealousy? Singles, just talk!" I said not to accept the stupid idea Nakula gave me.

"What are you doing?"

We both turned towards the source of the voice, and saw Nurmala Sari coming with Kaysan behind her.

I was confused as to what to answer. Kaysan looked at me sharply. It was as if I had broken the rules.

Nakula was aware of the crunch at the moment, "We're in discussion."

"What discussion? It's not polite to take a girl in the bedroom, let alone meet you in a nightgown" said Nurmala Sari sarcas.

"Huh." I looked at my clothes from top to bottom, silly, I was already wearing a white nightgown. The collar has lace and I like it.

"Rinjani is following the trend right now, wearing a nightgown for a walk."

I want to laugh with Nakula's answer, really his brain is indeed diluted to give up.

"Isn't Rinjani Kaysan's girlfriend, why are you two together?" Nurmala Sari turned to her, "Mas, are you guys still dating or have broken up?" nurmala Sari asked Kaysan, who was asked still looking at me sharply.

"Still." she answered briefly.

"Rinjani came to see me, not Kaysan's mas." Is this one of the dramas Nakula made, gosh I have to play a role how.

"Yes, I came here to meet Nakula. There are some tasks I want to ask. Understandably junior needs help."

"It's better that you go home, it's already night." said Kaysan in a tone that looked flat.

"Yes it's night, there's also time to visit." said Nurmala Sari.

"But in front of the writing was a guest until nine." I said softly, yes, on one of the wooden plaques emblazoned with the schedule of visiting hours in the family Adiguna Pangarep.

Nakula saw me, and she went into her room.

"I drive home, put on the jacket and here's your flash drive. I've sent you a live learning module print out."

I nodded steadily, took over the jacket Nakula gave me and put it on, stupid very much, go where I was with Nakula, the important thing is that this drama should go smoothly.

I pretended to say goodbye to Kaysan, my husband. "See you on campus, rector" I said with a deep smile.

Nurmala Sari looks uncomfortable with me. I don't know what Kaysan and Nurmala Sari are going to do, I don't care.

In the parking lot, Nakula pulled out her duck motorbike. "Where are you going?" many wonder.

"You want to act, it's just a hassle."

"Cold. We'd better get to the back door."

"Stupid, Nurmala Sari must have visited Mbok Darmi. Mbok Darmi is like his grandmother."

"Oh."

"Wear the helmet."

I'll just hang out, put on a helmet and get on the bike. Parto as usual, I love to rent if I see me, I cheer when I pass. "Dangdut keepssss until mampusss."

"Wow, that's crazy!" he said, closing the gate.

I laughed as if I had forgotten what happened. I gather my spirit again, while enjoying the night air that I have not felt for a long time.

I don't know which way this bike is going, Nakula and I are not chatting. Already many times the curves and traffic signs, I know this road is a road that is not foreign to me. This road leads to Bu Rosmini's laundry.

"Where are you going?" rather than be confused, I chose to ask.

"Getecko."

"Alfamart was there a lot, why do you have to come all the way here."

Yes, we arrived at my Alfamart first.

"Bak didn't bring any money."

"You buy what, just choose it. Don't do much and don't be tacky."

I clapped, like a little boy who got a gift.

"You want ice cream, you want it, you want it." I pointed to a small package containing balloons with various flavors, silk flavors.

"Waton!" Lick Nakula quickly, I chuckle at her making.

"Mother kidding."

"Otherwise?" askinya.

"That's all."

I just stood up, the unmoved one was Nakula. He took a snack of my choice and paid it to the cashier.

While sitting in the role of Alfamart, I finished the corn-flavored ice cream, while Nakula was busy sipping the Vape from her hands, the smell of pineapple.

"You're close to Nurmala Sari?" my many.

"Near enough."

"Tell me when Kaysan and Nurmala Sari are dating."

"Nurmala Sari was the first of three children, her only daughter. Born from the kingdom of Tirtodiningratan, his father was just as Ayahanda led his kingdom. Our family has long been in touch like a family, the match with Kaysan mas has happened a long time ago. Even before Nurmala Sari was born."

I nodded, my eyes suddenly blurry with tears. But my mouth was chewing cuddly. Jealousy made my stomach rumble.

"You know everything?"

"Everyone knows with their relationship, they grow together. Tuniang Dewi is their dancing teacher, Tuniang Dewi is a witness to the growth of Mas Kaysan and Mbak Nurmala Sari."

"Again, tell me everything." I asked as I lowered my head.

"What do you know if it only makes you cry, Ma'am."

"Tell me."

"The more you know, the more numb."

"That's what I want, if numbness keeps me going as usual. Without having to feel disappointment."

"Love has been firmly attached to disappointment, if not disappointed there is no sign of love."

"Jomblo talking love."

"I'm a single limited edition."

"Hmm, thanks for today. You should have been single, let's keep me company."

"Well, you're a hassle!"

"Thank you, we better go to dinner. I'm getting hungry."

"Obviously troublesome."

Nakula slipped the Vape his pants pocket.

"What do you want to eat?" tanyakanya.

"Chicken tuner pak gondrong."

"What is the food of the commoners."

"Your charm is exorbitant."

Nakula put on a smile, a mocking smile.

*

Nakula and I ended up going to the chicken lesehan penyet pak gondrong, a place that I thought was quite elite for my wallet at that time.

We had dinner for the second time, but the taste of this chicken was more special because it was eaten when the heart was crushed. The sambelnya nendang, even my snot up and down made.

*

Time shows at half eleven o'clock in the evening, whether the drama can end.

The motor had driven to the main house, we went home with a full stomach.

Upon arrival at the gate of the house, Nurmala Sari's car with AD 3 NRS number plate is still parked neatly in the parking lot.

"He hasn't come home yet" I said to myself.

"Maybe told Mom to stay over." explained Nakula who made my heart rustle.

"They didn't sleep together, did they?"

"Tiny time she said often, somehow grown up."

With a single blow I hit Nakula's shoulder.

"Evil."

"Basic short axis! they've grown up knowing what's good and what's not."

"Where am I sleeping?"

Up again, let's add kelsan. Later again ⁇ ️😂