My Husband is a Ningrat

Chapter 93. [Kaysan's inner voice - BRM Nanang ]

Kaysan POV.

"What's Tuniang?" I asked when Rinjani and my sisters had left the dining table.

"Have you made sure she's not pregnant with Kaysan?"

"It seems not, I haven't confirmed it yet. What's the matter Tuniang?"

"Your wife fell down many times."

"Don't over-impose it on Tuniang."

"No. I'm not forcing your wife to practice, Kaysan. Your wife just hasn't gotten used to using a rag.

"Alright, it's good to see Rinjani. I want to make sure she's okay." I retreated my chair, before the Tuniang Dewi finally held my hand.

"He's okay, calm down."

"Does anyone want to talk about it again?"

"The world longs for Mala and her family, can you allow them to come to this house, Kaysan?"

I glared at Tuniang Dewi's request, how can I invite Nurmala Sari's family to come here, what about Rinjani later. She must be jealous, she must have a bad preconception about me.

"You're worried about your wife?"

"Sure! I have to take care of him, because he already knows everything. He knew my sisters weren't born from Mother's womb. I don't want Rinjani to assume that I too will follow in Ayahanda's footsteps."

"Then do. You also have to prove that Rinjani only chose you!"

"What does Tuniang mean?" My forehead flinched, Rinjani just chose me, is not it possible that she will choose another man, Sukma and Raganya I have marked.

"Your sister was home with your wife, they look familiar." explained Tuniang Dewi who increasingly makes me glare.

"They were often together, and I told Nakula and Sadewa to look after Rinjani."

"What about their sister, Kaysan?"

I let out a long sigh, Nakula and Sadewa do have an older brother. In the past, I thought the former Rinjani was not Bendoro Raden Mas Nanang Adiguna Pangarep, but the other Nanang-nanangs, who did not have the same blood as me, blue blood. It turned out that my guess was wrong, the little girl who was proud of my sister was Rinjani. It's true that Nakula and Sadewa's older brother is Rinjani's ex-lover.

It was raining heavily in the dispute, as I brought my sisters together to announce my marriage to Rinjani.

BRM Nanang vehemently refused my marriage, he swore that if I married Rinjani, he would not go to the house no matter what, even if it included the tradition of prostration and the birthday of Father. For if the date of the ambal warsa Ayahanda, all the children and wives of Ayahanda will gather in the main house.

BRM Nanang 'very' knows how Rinjani is, how Rinjani likes. I also do not understand why BRM Nanang can captivate Rinjani and bring him in the frenzy of metal music. Moreover, the way he hid his noble status made me wonder, what poison he put in Rinjani's brain. BRM Nanang does love rock music like BRay Sasmita, the concubine of Ayahanda. Before meeting with Father, Sasmita was a singer who idolized the metal music legend, Ozzy Osbourne frontman of the band Black Sabbath.

The second meeting took place on one of the entertainment stages, when Ayahanda visited as the guest of honor as the head of the leadership, while GRay Sasmita was a rock singer in the 70's era. They fell in love, but Sasmita knew that she must have had a wife and children, obviously! All births and deaths that occur in the kingdom will be announced. Except marriage! sometimes I regret hiding my marital status with Rinjani. I'm sorry! if I had held back my ego and kept dating Rinjani until the time was right for a wedding, it probably wouldn't have been this silent.

My wife is innocent, she's just a victim of my selfishness. In the past, my relationship with Nanangpun just ordinary, like brothers, because we have ten busy themselves.

BRM Nanang left by lowering his head, he uttered the injustice that had happened to him. He told me to look after Rinjani, otherwise, "I'll be back!" his words were full of emphasis.

"Kaysan talk to Mother and Father, Tuniang rest." I said as I moved away from Tuniang Dewi. My step towards the main house, if at this hour Ayahanda is busy with rites [special rituals] night.

"Allow Kaysan to speak Father." I said as I bowed respectfully.

"Sit down."

"The Goddess World wants to meet the Tirtodiningratan Family."

Talking with Ayahanda does not need pleasantries, everything must be clear and resolved, except for his affairs with Rinjani. It takes time, it takes proof.

"Then do my son."

I want to reject it, obviously this will make Rinjani isolated. While Ayahanda is a man with high authority and 'same' like me, does not accept rebuttal.

"So long ago I didn't meet my son's former besan candidate. It's good for the Tirtodiningratan family to visit here, there are some things that Father wants to talk about."

"Stop the matchmaking with Nurmala Sari!" My hands clenched tightly, furious.

"What can your wife be proud of, my son? Even to serve you in bed, he fainted."

"If Ayahanda still wants Kaysan to succeed to the throne, then stop it!"

"It has long been Tirtodiningratan in alliance with us, my son. If you want to be well, follow the request of Father. Later, in your leadership you need help from the Tirtodiningratan government."

"Kaysan will step down as the successor to the throne of Hadiningrat! If Ayahanda still persuades Kaysan to marry Nurmala Sari!" I said stirring, anger had accumulated in my chest cavity.

"Give back my son whom you removed because of your wife, my son. So Ayahanda will never ask you to be with Nurmala Sari, one more, if your wife still acts like a child, do not expect you to lead the kingdom of Hadiningrat well."

"He's still learning! And until anytime will learn to be like Nurmala Sari who continues to be proud of Ayahanda."

"Return Bendoro Raden Mas Nanang."

I gradually retreated and left Father who was smiling widely. How can I bring BRM Nanang back home, whereas Rinjani does not know if her ex-lover is my half-sister.

By the fish pond, I was frustrated. I have so much to do, Gusti. Where to take this step with Rinjani. I have brought him into my world, while I myself cannot convince myself to exist for Rinjani. The little wife who slowly flaps her wings, if she cannot fly, she will just fall, or her wings will break.

In Rinjani's room as usual, she hasn't changed, she's a whimper and it makes me happy. The more he came here, the more he learned how to satisfy my biological needs, in the study chair we had sex like we had nowhere else to go. But I like the way Rinjani dances over me, her hips like bolts being inserted in a drilling machine.

For men the bed is life, while for women attention is a necessity. No wonder if the affairs of the bed and attention become so greedy in the life of the household. Because that's where the life of a couple lives.

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