My Husband is a Ningrat

Chapter 9. [ It's not ]

A dense cloud covered the city sky this afternoon, I was stupefied by the clothesline that numbered in the hundreds. Alone no friends, in pursuit of rain that slowly drizzle wet the earth it feels like I really like being chased by demons. Lothawat!

I was in a hurry it was difficult to distinguish clothes with the same number tag. All I stacked origin in one basket. Let it go, later I can choose again, the important thing is that my clothes are not wet anymore. If so, I should wash it again, dry it again, and dry it again. It feels heavier because it repeats the same activity aka **indo gaweni.

Finished with all the clothes, the rain and then so quickly flushed through the city this afternoon, I dried my sweat and sat down stoically staring at my clothesline unhurriedly.

The shortage of workers overwhelmed me if I got the Laundry Express order. What's more when the seasons change with a black hue that slowly adorns the sky of the earth. The season is awaited by many areas that often get the effects of dry seasons, drought. The rain came, the arid land that turned into fertile soil returned and produced crops, more favorable garden results.

The rain brings blessings to every human being that inspire every drop of living water. But if the rain comes, I miss you.

The woman who slalu shouted as little Rinjani slalu sneaked out of the house and ran around with the neighbor's child. Stretched out both hands and danced under the torrent of rain to the cold, until pissing on the pants.

"Come, Jani. Get in the wind." cried mother as she waved her hand, "Jani, go home!" he shouted again with a serious look on his face. His voice that sounded earthy with rain water made little Rinjani stay engrossed with rain. I don't care about worried and angry mothers.

I looked up at the rain that was raining on the wet shop glass.

If little Rinjani hadn't gone, maybe mom wouldn't have left me with a father who didn't notice me.

I turned around, separating the clothes that I had worn out quickly according to the customer tag number.

The night before, the rain did not subside, the rain became more and more so plus thunderbolts that struck repeatedly made me shudder in horror.

I've prepared ammo, a candle and a flashlight and charged my phone. At least if I had to go out of power, I didn't feel so lonely, myself unspeakable. Especially even though I am an underground music lover I am a coward. Afraid of the goib things Nina often told me about.

And if he already told me about the mystical world, not the play. So eloquent, so understand the famous names of the ghosts that Nina told me. Starting from candy ghost, Miss K, hole lady, etc. Whether because he is good at praying and memorizing the prayers of the exorcist, he is not afraid at all to talk about the invisible.

He said we live side by side, maybe he's now winnowing...

I'm gasped. Suddenly the power went out, really do not know what if my heart is still stubbornly telling about ghosts. I'm gonna be scared and parno myself.

I stood up, hurriedly I took the flashlight and turned on the candle. I swept the key and ran out locking the glass door. If the power goes out, order Ms. Rosmini to close the store. All right, I can relax. At least I can boil it before ironing again.

Drenched with the dim light of a wobbling candle, my mind began to lift again into the clouds. About the rain, the candles, and the ghosts. I highlighted the surroundings, the bright Alfamart with the help of a generator. The shops beside him were dim and only used candles until I saw a black shadow darting out to the front of the door.

I who just sat under the floor immediately hid behind the storefront. Dare to peek.

The shadow was still there, not budging from its place.

"Why feel at home, is he taking a ride?" my question is in my heart.

Thinking about 'shady ride', Nina once told me if when heavy rain came, sometimes there is Miss K who likes to ride on the ceiling of the house.

I began to highlight the ceiling above me, struggling to swallow. What if there's a Miss K who's shady on this ceiling? then laugh loudly at my frightened laugh.

Hurry up I blow out the candles, take some money, a cell phone, and an umbrella. In a hurry I opened the glass door while carrying a flashlight, ran out and hit the shadow standing in front of the door.

It felt real, like I hit someone. I dared to look at the black shadow.

He turned around and grinned widely.

"In addition to being chatty, you are also a coward as it turns out."

I looked at Kaysan from top to bottom. His feet are on the floor. I pinched his arm, he was in a bit of pain.

"Real, not a ghost." I said quietly and nodded.

Unconsciously I nodded.

She smiles.

Because fear seems to be leaving my brain out of sync. It seems he misunderstood. "No, you're not a ghost and you don't haunt my mind." I made sure he didn't haunt me.

"Well, I'm not a ghost. There's no way a ghost can talk to you" she said again, smiling.

"Would you take an order? I got it, I was in a hurry to leave." I hurriedly went inside the store again, put another umbrella in its place. Take Kaysan's laundry bag and hand it over.

"Don't read my message yesterday?" tanyanya while looking at the contents of her bag.

"I'm sorry, I don't deserve any of that. It's better to take it to the orphanage." I said as I tapped on the window panes, "Miss?" I continued without looking at Kaysan.

"Well, I'll take this to the orphanage. As your request." Kaysan handed over his note and some money sheets.

"Too much." I took a piece of money and handed her the change.

"Thank you." I shook my hand, kicked him out. I've wanted to get out of the precarious situation of my own mind. I was too concerned with the horror stories Nina told me.

"I want to charge the pulse" he said again while pulling out his phone.

"Voucher only, the contents of the pulse are not the age" I said, but his hand had grasped the pen and wrote on a special sheet of paper the contents of the pulse and the purchase of vouchers.

All right, be sweet Rinjani. The buyer is King. Remember that saying!

I saw the number and the nominal he wrote. Typing on Nokia phone and waiting for delivery report.

"100,500" I said, calling the amount he had to pay.

"Why should it be 500, why not 1" he protested.

"500 mas only, from there it is 500." I obviously fight. Five hundred cooks are still in the bargain.

"If one, so 100,001 ways to get you" he said with a smile, again that smile.

I'm surprised, this is what people want to be funny even when the lights are off like this. If people are dating, it might be romantic. Here, I think I want to laugh. It looks so crisp and does not fit the character.

"It's up to you, love it. Now pay first." I tapped on the window glass. Sure enough he spent the money with the right amount. Including five hundred coins.

"Okay, thank you. If so, I'll close." I pointed to the clock hanging on the wall to the left. Today is exactly at half-nine in the evening.

"Good break, Ma'am. Dream of me again every night." Kaysan came out without seeing me who was gawking because of his words.

"It's really weird!"

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It is still a chase stage like an Indian movie. 🤭🤭

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