Not the Image of Rashmi
BCR #1'S.SEREN TAUN'S
From Author 😘
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Readers (13+) please be wise in responding to everything contained in the story, can not guarantee hilarious or ngakak because it is not joking, but if you find an absurd word or sentence, sutttt!🤫 Keep for yourself, let it be our secret. Not relating the events in the work to the reality of yes gengs, no-BIG NO. THIS STORY IS JUST FICTIONAL. Just the author's imagination alone, if it finds a name, title, setting, place, it's all just a coincidence to bring this story to life. Wise in comment😉 your finger reflects your personality dear.
Welcome to my next story, new genre and style experiment.😚 may also be many works with the same genre, matchmaking, dating, love is hampered social status and caste here but hopefully like the version I yes bestie❤❤ note a little, maybe this work is more inclined to romantic than comedy, maybe...😜😜
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...A novel that tells the story of love stumbling a stumbling block understanding aris_tok_rat Priyangan land in the middle of modern times. Put forward the legacy and rules of the predecessors (ancestors)....
...The name of the relationship must be, alternately parenting, meaning to guide each other, love each other, care for each other. But of course the seeds, bebet, the weight must be clear, as clear as Raden Mas Agah Kusumadinata....
...But I'm not Dyah Pitaloka Citra Rashmi........
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...《▪》Kadeudeuh, kanya nyalingkup na jero chest cringe so taste review, Rashmi Sundari---pangankan asih....
~Alvaro Karunasankara Ganendra~
"Eng,* behead*!"
Brown kebat cloth wrapped neatly and tightly along the stomach to the ankles. Likewise, the chest feels tight because it is wrapped in a stagen and then coated again kebaya ala***. Rashmi Sundari-these girls always have to be tormented this way every Sundanese ceremony will be held, it is not unusual. Precisely because he was used to this he could only look down lethargic, as if today his body only belonged to the Priangan family and land.
A girl with a terrifying aura came out from inside her room barefooted. Beautiful white feet track the parakeet wood floor. Maybe for an ordinary girl she will be limbung, out of breath, dizzy and then stay in the grave! but not with Rashmi, this is her life-life-life restrained in her golden cage, with the understanding of the ancestors who are still firmly held by the family, even though the era is modern.
"Den rara Asmi, ***selopna******bade signed by sakantenan*?"
(selopna**would you bring all**?)
"Yes, *punten* yes ambu!" rashmi's reply glanced at his every appearance, "where's Rashmi's phone?" muttered monologously while looking around, he could not help because obviously kebat he was wearing did not have a pocket pocket.
"Mom!" he asked for another assistant.
"Yes from rara,"
"*Punten*take hape Rashmi in the room, at the dresser!" his door, *the youngest pangais*, aka the bottom two of the 4 brothers are used to living as princesses in his house with a housekeeper who always helps his daily activities.
"Of Asmi, please braid Sasi's hair!" the girl handed the hairband and comb towards her brother.
"Why not ask for amih? Or Ambu Endah?" despite the nagging he took it from his sister's hand, "here sit down*! Got any lugs?" His sister immediately turned to look horror-horror gawking rich sinchan again shadow her grandmother masked hero swallowed jang, "time scare there fleas? Shamefaced!"
"Diddeliver! This is my I've got*nonggengan!" he even snapped his sister's head nosy making the girl complain screaming, "Amihhhhh! Her Asmi Tea,"
"Huu!"
"Cepu" whispered softly but with a scorn.
Beautiful braids have finished tying up the whole long hair R. Rr. Arum Sasmita, or commonly called Sasi.
One-story house but the breadth is similar to a football field, Jubleg-style nangkub consists of 10 bedrooms, living room, living room, living room, large wasp, courtyard and pendopo where ordinary special guests are entertained, also mushola. Sundanese nuances really feel so thick with brown accents and room ornaments, with the characteristic roof of a multi-storey house. This house contains a philosophy as a symbol of the personality of the Sundanese people who are polite, friendly and unpretentious. Symbolizes a fertile, beautiful and prosperous land.
Anyone who comes, the inn wants a mattress title continues to fall, let alone there is a fish pond gurame and mujair in the backyard (yard) and a rectangular-shaped pond resembling an irrigation canal on the side of the house, add to this house, where the amount of fish is enough to eat all day.
A charismatic man and his wife came out of the master room, "a Bajra is like a Candra to leave here or what about kang?" tanya Raden Nganten Sekar Taji, his mother.
"They departed from their own homes with their wives and children" answered her husband.
Rashmi passes her breath to throw away her fatigue, sometimes she wants to be like her friends, free activities without shackling rules. He rolled his gaze out the window, leaning his head against the back of the car no matter what hair he had on his flap that might break when he got there.
The road began to falter, considering this annual event that is usually carried out by the village not to mention people from outside the village who are interested in traditional euphoria, where today this tradition has begun to disappear from habit. The road that has not been so neat still shows the atmosphere of the village that is full of hospitality and coolness.
"Va, how about it from here? All those nice photo shoots?" tanya Filman prodi.
He sipped a cigarette and puffed his smoke in front of his face, it has been almost 4 days they are in this village staying at one of the houses to cover the annual event of the cultural customs of Priyangan land that has been almost extinct, "may. I want to find Hendi kang to take the name tag first, so it's smooth to cover the event today!" answer the youth of semester 5 at one of the universities in Bandung. Today's show is solely for his college work.
Alvaro Karunasankara Ganendra, a young man with long hair but he tied one with a rubber band impressed semrawut cool, with flannel shirts and torn jeans this walk between the streets of the village among the busy people preparing to hold the event in a moment.
A car passed by him, the gaze of one of the passengers on the back bench and himself met briefly. No flavor whatsoever, no*vibes* or any*chemistry. There's no such thing as love at first sight here - they're just a pair of strangers who accidentally meet the view.
"Asmi, cover the wind!" pinta amih's.
"*Muhun* amih," the car window glass slowly closed.
Alvaro just shot his eyebrows no matter, along the way looking for Hendi kang not infrequently he photographed the residents where they were busy carrying the rice that had been tied up, he said, later the rice ties will be laid out on the timber dependents, and paraded from the house *kuwu* to *leuit**dung*. Similarly, the mothers who carry a sling containing food and snacks typical of the country parahiyangan.
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Note: in this work will be a lot of footnotes yes guys 😉
\*Enggal \= cepet
\*Snakes \= noble, nobleman
\* Punten \= excuse me, it can also mean sorry.
\*Nonggengan \= man\_tatin, (show pan tat)
\*Serun \= customary traditions of priyangan land, in the form of the submission of rice produced in a setaun period to be stored into the granary.
\* Kuwu \= village chief.
\* Leuit ovaries \= granary parent.
\* Muhun \= Yes.
\* jubleg nangkub \= dimples.
\*R.MR. \= Raden Rara's.
\* Youngest pangais \= second child from last. Pangais is a cradle, the youngest is the youngest child. The youngest pangais is usually identical to the closest child and often takes care of the youngest.
...《▪》means ~\> Cuddling affection nudges inside the chest as a taste bud and love spell, Rashmi Sundari-place of affection....
🍂 Dyah Pitaloka Citra Rashmi is the son of the king of the kingdom parahiyangan/sunda edited by Hayam Wuruk.
Important note! Invitation *rajah* sometimes can not be described one by one word because one word can vary in meaning depending on how the sentence.
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