
The small debate in a joglo-shaped house typical of Java owned by the Village Chief continues. The father who is the number one important figure in the village, sounded insistent with his stance.
The old man disapproves of the princess' desire to be in a relationship with a young man who comes from a modest family, an ordinary young man of Pak Kades's choice, like Jaka.
While the princess continued to sulk with tears. Hoping, the father withered with his tears.
"You're a candidate doctor, Nduk. Mosok, seneng karo cah angon wedus!" tease the father
"Mas Jaka is indeed a sheepherder, Dad, but Dara loves him," said Dara with a clear feather that kept falling, wetting the white cheeks of the girl.
"No, Dara! You will later have to marry Bambang his son Carik Margono, he has just been appointed as PNS and is more worthy of you!" exclaim Mr. Kades.
"Dara does not want to be betrothed to Mas Bambang, Dad. He's a playboy cap lizard, his chicks are everywhere!" push Dara still with a sob.
"That's just a rumor that was deliberately spread by people whose daughters were rejected by Bambang, Dara. Bambang is a good son, I know very well Bambang's childhood," defended the father.
"Just Dara doesn't want to, Dad. If you don't allow Dara to be in a relationship with Mas Jaka, it's better that Dara doesn't marry forever!" dara Ancam. The round-eyed girl with pliable eyelashes immediately ran over, entering the room.
Mr. Kades could only shake his head in the face of the stubbornness of the princess, who felt very similar to him.
"Tho already, sir. Mbok yes do not be hard on our children," persuaded the wife who approached Mr. Kades, while bringing a cup of bitter black coffee favorite of her husband.
"Actually, the mother does not matter, sir, if our child is in a relationship with his son Pak Karyo," said Ms. Rosma, Mr. Kades' wife, after the graceful woman sat down beside the husband who was bending his face held in anger.
"To know the mother, besides being good and diligent, Jaka's son is also smart. After graduating from school with Dara yesterday, he continued to study at Pondok Pesantren in East Java," continued Bu Rosma.
"He's a santri, sir. Nowadays, it is difficult to find young people who really want to study religion well like Jaka," he added, praising Jaka.
"Sak pinter-pintere santri, 'kan yo luwih pinter student tho, ma'am?" asked Mr. Kades, underestimating the predicate of a santri.
Miss Rosmah could only sigh deeply. Her husband does have a hard disposition and it goes down to Dara, his only daughter.
'Dad and son, same thing! Both of them, are stubborn!' grumbled Miss Rosmah in heart.
"Anyway, I have to persuade Dara to marry Bambang! Their future will be bright, ma'am. Bambang's parents are rich and Bambang himself, now has become PNS in the district," said Mr. Kades to his wife.
"Sorry, Sir. During this time, you never involve your mother in making every decision. And for the Dara problem if you still want to match our child with Bambang, please you yourself who persuaded Dara. I don't want to follow along," refused Miss Rosmah who immediately moved.
The forty-five-year-old woman, who looked young, left her husband gawking because she had courage to refuse the husband's orders.
Ms. Rosmah was tired because all this time could only be silent and according to the orders of her husband, the middle-aged man who was notoriously fierce and stubborn.
If Miss Rosmah can't help the princess, to get the young man Dara loves. So, Miss Rosmah was determined, would reject the desire of the husband who asked her to persuade the princess to accept an arranged marriage based only on the treasure alone.
'Since when, Rosmah dared to refuse my orders?' mister Kades wondered, the man's thick-bodied forehead shriveled deeply.
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