My Husband's Harem

My Husband's Harem
we'll have to wait


Ki Ageng only smiled, he did not think that Arumi could be this determined to come to his place.


"you want to meet japar?" ask Ki Ageng.


"yes Father, because last night he left in a hurry and without the slightest notice" said Father Heru.


While Arumi is still trying to make herself not cry considering that her son is still a child.


"he's done tapa Brata, and it took him at least ten years to come back, and he's left an apology to everyone, especially to you, because he can't say goodbye," said Ki Ageng


"but why Romo?" asked Arumi who could no longer hold back the question in her heart.


"because she is special, you take it easy, your son will return, and I will send a gift to the future wife who has been chosen by Japar, he said, and tell the girl to keep her chastity until she gets home" Ki Ageng said.


"well, Father, but if I may know where he's got Brata, I should at least look at him and put him in a safe place" Arumi told Romo Heru.


"of course, if you can follow my steps, I'll show you where the place is" Ki Ageng said.


Finally they immediately went towards the direction of the waterfall, and without caring for her injured leg, Arumi continued running to chase footsteps from Ki Ageng.


When he reached the waterfall, Arumi could not believe what he saw, but at least he was calm because his son would be spared from the wild animals.


"you know, baby, we should go home because Dika is waiting for us at home" said Father Heru who was sorry because his wife looked so exhausted.


"it's true nduk, and it's put on your son" Ki Ageng said.


"well Romo," replied Arumi who was now walking away.


And the footprints of Arumi, covered in blood, appear flowers that will later keep Japar while in the cave.


And when he got home, Arumi fainted from crying and exhaustion.


so the wedding party between Joko and mbok ni can not be seen by the woman.


but fortunately all went well, even the birth of two children was also in line.


the next day there was a wedding between Ndoro Sodik and Nyai Sukma that was celebrated by many people.


Arumi also forced himself to come so as not to be a gossip of people if he and Sukma were not in a harmonious situation.


When Father Heru came with Arumi, everyone greeted him.


But when the two brides-to-be say hello, they look for the figure of a handsome boy who is always around his mother.


"how are you three, where's my handsome son who's invisible?" tanya nyai Sukma looking for Japar.


"he was going to his grandfather's house, sorry he couldn't attend" said Father Heru.


"yes it's okay, but why does Nyai y's face look so moody, later if you like this fear your husband will be taken by another woman," Nyai Sukma joked.


"that's impossible" said Arumi who smiled.


Wulan who saw the two old men from Japar also approached to greet him.


But he did not find the boy anywhere, "sorry Ndoro Japar did not come?" ask the pretty girl.


Father Heru turned his head towards his wife and then gave Dika to Father Heru, "Wulan spoke to mom for a while ya nduk,"


The two were looking for a place far away to talk, Wulan felt that there was something strange about seeing the gelagat from her future mother-in-law.


"this is so, Japar has to do the tapa because he is the first descendant of the Hadikusumo family, he left this necklace to you, and hope you want to wait for him back," Nyai Arumi said slowly.


"how long does it take mom?"


"yes we don't know either, but it might take a dozen years" Nyai Arumi said.


hearing that, Wulan was wearing the necklace and would wait for the man, the color they already had a wedding appointment.


"i'll be faithful to my mother's return, and please let yourself know when she comes home" Wulan said.


"yes nduk," replied Nyai Arumi.


The day changed, everything went normal even though in the hearts of the two women lost the figure of Japar.


Nyai Arumi busied herself with all activities at home and outside as a wife of the village magnate.


While Wulan was now changing her appearance, the beautiful girl always wore a mask to hide her face.


even he studied specifically with Sari, because he did not want anyone interested in him as long as Japar did not exist.


not felt a few years passed well, now Dika has attended elementary school along with friends who come from ordinary circles.


Even he was not taught to have a sense of arrogance because now Father Heru changed all the rules of his house.


"mother, why is the chair always empty, should I not sit there as the eldest son in the house" protested Dika who was having breakfast with Father Heru and his sister.


"no, it's your sister's chair, she's traveling far away, so no one can sit there, understand Dika," Arumi said firmly.


"yes Mom, why is mom always so emotional when talking about my mas, even not only mother, even the teacher also always looks sad when hearing the name mas Japar," said Dika who was eleven years old


"indeed you don't know yes, last night Mas Japar came home," said Nala.


"what deck, you dream maybe, indeed you know the face mas japar, it's a family painting mas Japar is still small," many Dika who do not accept


"if you don't believe it, but last night Nala found out, ble." said the little girl.


Arumi suddenly cried and chose to go into her bedroom, because she felt sick because of the longing that she had been quiet for years like this.


"why haven't you come back yet, but I've missed you so much." said Arumi kissed the knife that always carried her son.


Father Heru came to his wife and hugged her, he did not expect that arumi so longed for the figure of their first son who might now have grown up and somehow apparently.


What is still similar to Father Heru which used to be often called a betel on the two sides.


"pacify yourself, maybe our son hasn't got Father's blessing, so be patient deck,"


"i've always been patient, but lately I've been missing my son a lot" Nyai Arumi said.


"i miss him too" whispered Father Heru, who hugged his wife.


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