My Husband is a Ningrat

Chapters 90. [Collar tiger flower ]

The next day I went home, like nothing had ever happened. Even the family didn't ask me where I was when Nurmala Sari stayed home. I'm still doing the same thing, dancing practice, exercise to satisfy my husband, but I wonder why I never menstruate, or maybe I'm PREGNANT!

I'm restless, it's not time for me to get pregnant, even for the next two years. I still have to practice dancing, practice being a member of blue blood, still have to go to college to hold a statra one. Then what if my dirahim has grown into a baby. Unknowingly I stroked my deflated stomach, here on my study table I opened the t-shirt that covered my body. There was no significant bulge, even the rest of the lunch was not visible to stand out.

I looked up at the ceiling, God what if I was pregnant. I am not ready God, what if my body is no longer attractive in front of Kaysan. God, if there's a baby in my womb, I have to. I did want to get pregnant but not right now, I have a lot of work to do, a lot to prove. Moreover, I am still a cloud in terms of babysitting.

I unconsciously ruffled my hair in frustration. If Mbok Darmi three times a week make Kaysan a mighty herbal medicine, three times a week I also drink fertilizing herbs.

Mbok Darmi said his name was a tiger collar herb. The herb is often used by Prince/Nobility of the Palace for self-cleaning facilities after the war, the goal is to avoid medical sawan or non-medical sawan. In addition to health, this herb has a function as a reliever of fatigue and fatigue in the body. I'm not surprised, if the courtier who has been as old as his body looks still excited and not lackluster, it turns out the secret is a tiger collar flower concoction, a herb that contains roses, cantile flowers, and other flowers, ylang ylang, saffron, dlingo, bangle, woodcuts, oranges and slices of pandan leaves and ginger.

Mbok Darmi said this herb also aims to improve female fertility, how to boil added java sugar, sugar, cinnamon, and tamarind without adding dlingo and bangle.

Then if I get pregnant wrongly prepared, mishandle sp*rma cells and egg cells that unite, although in fact Kaysan often throw away the seeds of blue blood.

I'm sleepy, tomorrow is Saturday, the day Kaysan and Nurmala Sari meet. The arrival of Tuniang Dewi in this house is nothing more than a disaster for me, besides being a dancing teacher, it turns out that Tuniang Dewi has its own meaning for Kaysan and Nurmala Sari. Although honestly I never discussed the closeness of Nurmala Sari and Kaysan in the past with Tuniang Dewi, Tuniang prefers to silence and only focus on teaching me dance. And what I did was still practice basic walking.

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Dusk does only come for a while, then go replaced by the darkness of the night. The dining room all wisdom enjoys every dish served. Vegetarian gargos, klatak satay, corn rice, shrimp crackers, and another conscious dishso it made my saliva flow, a bowl of chicken soup. I was already after her, but Nakula quickly idled the bowl before her.

"You want that."

"I'm first, Ma'am."

"You want that."

"Nakula, give it to Ma'am." Mother divorced the quarrel between me and Nakula, the dispute glared into the eyes. While Kaysan has not returned to work, he said there was a coordination meeting on land expansion at the end of the urban kulon. Not knowing what time to go home, not sure he said.

Nakula put a bowl of chicken soup in front of me, "Eat, spend it. If you need to ask for Darmi's mbok in the back house."

"Why Mbok Darmi only made one bowl of Mother, the four of us." I asked outside the usual conditions, because today there is no Father, so the situation is not as silent as usual.

"A bowl of chicken soup is a treat for Nakula, because the boy doesn't like spicy food."

"That satay klatak is not spicy." I said not to budge.

"It's eaten, later let Nakula take it himself in the back kitchen. There's a lot of." Mother's words made Nakula rewind her chair, she was willing to stand up.

"Sir, one more bowl."

"Indeed waiters, take it yourself!"

"Have you guys wanted to eat or not, if I don't spend all." said Sadewa who has shown various types of dishes in front of him.

"What's wrong with you two?" tanya Tuniang Dewi's.

"Have eaten what has been served, and you take Nakula in the kitchen and eat together."

"Good Mother." Nakula got up from the chair and headed for the back kitchen, I know where it is.

The three of us spent the night quietly, until Nakula came with a large bowl of chicken soup. Compared to my porcelain, the ratio is 1:3, it is cheating.

I who was still lacking finally moved from my seat and say goodbye to Mother and Tuniang Dewi. Sadewa do not be asked, just the mangosteen alone while devouring satay klatak which if the skewer falls make a housekeeper, Mak Klontang, Jeganggik. Embarrassing.

I walked into the back kitchen, seen Mbok Darmi and Parto was busy eating dinner, I sat with them.

"Eating ayu." Take Mbok Darmi.

"Mbok, is the chicken soup still?" my many.

I'm pouting.

"Tomorrow Jani will again, Mbok."

"Chicken soup?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"By cah ayu, tomorrow Mbok Darmi make a lot."

"Mbok, tomorrow Nurmala Sari is here, right?"

Mbok Darmi with his old eyes looked at me and nodded, "Is it okay? Can anyone help?" There was a stroke of worry from the eyes of Mbok Darmi.

"Help watch over Kaysan, Mbok. Can you?"

"Certainly can be ayu, if your husband ngeyel later do not Mbok make strong herbal medicine. Let it be lackluster."

I chuckled little, there is no way Kaysan lackluster, not even drinking any herbs he still has strong stamina. "Indeed Mr. Parto, Mbok. It's lackluster."

Mbok Darmi smiled, "Parto already has no wife cah ayu, so just let lackluster than obscure slur."

"That's nuts!" Parto put her spoon and downed the white water in front of her.

"Yes, Mbok. His job is just the same gate toy, apparently no one played to." I laughed, as fast as lightning I ran towards the door, Naas I hit someone's body. God seems to have outlined destiny that I often hit something.

We both fell on the floor, what an unpleasant position. I was on top of my body and I saw his eyes for a moment. Flat eyes and slalu are there for me.

"Sir! Why are you at the door?"

Nakula pushed my body, then shook her head, "It's not like I said, Ma'am. Keep the attitude."

"Rinjani!"

I turned, Kaysan was already standing straight. Crossing his hands, his eyes were sharp. His breath is hunting.

"What mas?" I replied while confirming my slightly exposed sleeping pants.

"What are you doing?"

"Not intentionally mas, hit Nakula."

"Have you forgotten the rules of this house, go well and don't be like a wild horse!"

"Yes Jani was wrong, not repeated anymore." I said softly, sorry for the quality of Parto's mocking.

"Go to the room! Not to welcome my husband home. You're doing weird, what if Ayahanda sees you. You and Nakula want to be punished?"

"Ayahanda's at his third wife's house, mas. I was just told to get ready for tomorrow's dance."

Kaysan looked at Nakula with a ready-to-pounce look, "I know that tomorrow Nurmala Sari is coming again and will dance with a mas, so Rinjani begs permission to go to Nina and stay at the Hello Kitty boarding house."

Kaysan growled, then left me and Nakula.

"Good, so we don't feel so guilty." I gave a thumbs up to Nakula, she just cleared her throat. To be honest, this is all out of scenario, it just happens. Even the heads of Mbok Darmi and Parto coolly looked out from behind the door.

[Who wants to try the monggo tiger collar flower herb, the condition is only taken regularly every day. Hopefully help yes for those who want to get a baby, make those who want to be kesat 🤭, anyway this recipe is useful for the female organ ⁇ ️]