Ballad of Love The Dancer
Chapter 46

After breakfast Sari and his team immediately headed towards Mr. Koswara's residence. Since dawn Mr. Koswara's house has been crowded with members of the Seca Branti society, to help prepare sintren kirab and other processions.

Sari arrived at the location and instantly shared the task with the others. But previously he took the initiative to meet Mr. Koswara first. 

Sari carefully approached Mr. Koswara, reflecting in his mind the anger that Mr. Koswara would forget because of the chaos last night.

"Assalamualaikum .. "kid Sari

"Waalaikumusaalam .. oh mbak Sari, I happen to be looking for Mbak Sari no one wants me to say the same mbak nih, we just talk there huh?" Welcome Mr. Koswara kindly

Sari was a little relieved because Mr. Koswara's reaction was not as he had imagined. Mr. Koswara invited Sari to speak in front of the costume room a little away from the crowd.

"So sir, I apologize for last night's incident, whether it had anything to do with me or not, but last night must have been quite troublesome for you and the others." Sari said opening the conversation

He tried as smooth and polite as possible to talk to Mr. Koswara. 

"I am willing to replace all losses incurred sir, please call the amount inshaallah I will try to replace it." Sari said again

Mr. Koswara was still speechless and frowned upon hearing Sari's apology.

 Duh ni man why diem aja siih, I will be deg-degan this .. crazy why I say so yes, if he asks a billion how can I dah ..batin Sari.

"Mbak Sari, I accept my apology mbak Sari I also thank mbak Sari want to be responsible for the chaos last night, it's just that I want their name is ready mbak Sari kok can know-tau come here and who the little boy I'm curious to know."

Sari can only round her mouth she does not believe Mr. Koswara actually wants to get acquainted with Al and Pandji, not because he has made a mess.

"Oh they are still my brother sir from Yogyakarta, it could be that our old sir Ndak met because I was long in the Netherlands so I wanted to meet coincidentally they all from Cirebon stopped by here, meet kangen." Sari replied with a little lie

"Still brother? That's what it looks like, pantesan?" Mumbled Mr. Koswara who sounded Sari

"Pantes why sir, am I so confused?" 

"Eeh, how come that handsome little boy is your nephew, what's his name?"

Sari could not possibly tell who Al and Pandji really were because it concerned the privacy of their family and of course Sari did not want anything to happen to the small family because Sari knew what Pak meant Koswara must have been a clenical thing that enveloped the Alaric family.

For a moment Mr. Koswara pensively then said to Sari,

"They want a plan to come here for Sari?"

"It seems so sir, mas Al wants to introduce the art of sintren culture to his children mumpung is here." Answer Sari

Mr. Koswara looked a little agitated, I don't know what was on his mind. It seems to bother him enough.

"Are we done, sir, I want to go back to work?" Ask Sari

"Oh yes already mbak Sari, later we chat again please duty back .. oh yes mbak Sari must pay my loss you know do not forget." Mr. Koswara's

Eeiits, kirain my congratulations from the indemnity .. was billed as well, heeem fate and address ask send Daddy this money again ..batin Sari

Sari smiled slightly forcedly at Mr. Koswara, "Reply sir, let's just say how many,"

"Five million!" Answer Mr. Koswara

"Huh, a lot huh?" Sari asked slightly surprised

"It's cheap when compared to my immaterial losses, but last night I didn't sleep just to repeat the ritual. Or maybe Sari's gonna take the place of being a sintren dancer for life?"  Mr. Koswara looked solemn as saying it made Sari a little frightened

"Eeh, don't pack my whole life can be my spinster!" Sahut Sari with a sour face

"Well, you don't want to be prepared so just prepare the money consider it a money exchange with sintren information." Mr. Koswara said as he patted Sari's shoulder and passed leaving Sari confused. 

Hadeeh .. because of this ghost I apesnya dobel, may it be a triple and quartet abis this, miss iki untiere.