Ballad of Love The Dancer
Chapter 33

Several young girls and a group of men arrived at the Seca Branti hotel. They are a sintren artist consisting of dancers and musical anchors. Mr. Koswara smiled towards them. 

" Naaah that they come, introduce them here are the artists sintren under the auspices of Seca Branti. All of these are the successors of the previous descendants." Mr. Koswara explained

The group sat next to Mr. Koswara. There was one girl that caught Sari's attention, the girl looked more prominent compared to the others.

 She looked more beautiful and mature with her proportioned synthetic body and fair yellow skin. Her hair was perfectly seared showing her beauty among others.

"Sir, can you explain the beginning of this art how I can only get a glimpse of Googling might be explained from the experts directly?" Ask Bagas

"Sintren art was once made to fool the Dutch army, the colonial era used to be all forms of art that displays the side of the struggle such as rhyme and poetry was forbidden mas, and the, so the artists took the initiative to insert a moral message through the sintren dance." 

"Taken from the word si which means her and the trend which means Princess so that sintren can be interpreted as The Princess or the dancer." Mr. Koswara explained to Bagas and his team

"Oh that way, I hear you need a special ritual, sir, before the show starts?" Ask Bagas

"Special rituals do exist especially for dancers, they must undergo fasting first for three days in a row and stay away from acts of worship as well as others. If before the event starts, it can be. Pawang will hold its own ritual." Answer Mr. Koswara

"Tomorrow we will hold a sintren show, an invitation from the photographer Agah Engkus who wants to marry his son." Said Mr. Koswara

"What a coincidence sir, what time is it, sir?" Ask Bagas

"We usually from night have prepared mas, if you want later tonight I wait here you guys here if necessary so can see the preparation from the beginning to the end of the event." Said Mr. Koswara offering to Bagas

"Siip sir, we're ready." Answer Bagas firmly

"Eh lu Gas play sap sip, how are we not ready yet?" Doni Protests.

"It is your responsibility to be paid dearly ma Adit, take care of everything ma Ahmad I take care of here ma Sari." Answer Bagas.

"Heeem..brain lu Gas Bae mode." Doni Sahut.

"Not Don mode, aji mumpung." Answer Bagas while sticking out his tongue mocking Doni.

"Let's have this same food drink, we have a casual chat before the afternoon will make preparations." Mr. Koswara.

They also enjoy a small meal that has been provided by the host. 

Sari was intrigued to go to the costume room and storage of sintren escort equipment.

Some of the fans were taking musical instruments out of the room, and the dancers were preparing the clothes they were going to wear tomorrow.

"Hi, may I sit here with you?" Ask a few dancers who gathered

"Boleh mbak, please sorry on the porch nyiapin equipment yes mbak." Answer one of the dancers 

"Oh yes, what do I do I just want to see the preparation." Sahut Sari

Carefully Sari watched the clothes the dancers prepared. He was a little curious about the clothes he was preparing,

"What's this name mbak?" Ask Sari

"It's a golek shirt and this one is a cinde pants, the clothes used when dancing mbak if this one is called a mekak costume." Reply to a dancer who caught Sari's attention with her father's face while showing her black velvet clothing with a Monte Monte Monte embroidered decoration

"Should it be black?" Ask Sari

"Black symbolizes wisdom and markers of the soul maturity of the sintren dancer, but there are also mbak who only use kebaya and rags to dance depending on the customs and habits of each paguyuban." The dancer explained.

"Oh yeah, I know Sari," 

"I'm Ratih mbak." 

"Have been a sintren dancer for a long time?" Ask Sari

"Lumayan mba since I was Junior until now." Answer the Train

"How much are you now?"

"My age would be 21 years old."

"So about seven years yes, well long ago also yes... senior dong here?" Sari

"Yes that's how it is." Answer the Train

"You're thinking about quitting?" Ask Sari again

"Not yet mba, later if anyone proposes to me then I stop mbak." The answer was greeted by Sari with a nod of her head.

A subtle whisper rang out in Sari's ear as if ordering herself to enter the room where the clothes were stored. The whisper seemed to hypnotize Sari to get up from her seat.