Not the Image of Rashmi
CRC #2. LIKE A BIRD IN A CAGE
...LIKE A BIRD IN A CAGE......
...RASHMI SUNDAR...
...🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂...
The white legs were never perfectly exposed as an adult magazine model, covered in diamonds on the seabed, still shining even in the depths.
This is where he is now, under the same sky umbrella as everyone but different saung. It is fused with other spooks and elderly parents, as well as the state civil apparatus with high positions in the village.
This girl looked bitterly, because to be honest she was uncomfortable with the fate outlined, claustrophobic... Menthesah's heart.
Just a thin smile, very thin like human skin.
"Well, called orah by Agah!" saddened quietly and soft, but made Rashmi jerked and realized from her focus to pay attention to the village youths at the end of the eyes who were chatting freely and freely with journalists, and students.
A smile now was an absolute command for him. The young man in no less clothes was wrapped neatly in a mega overcast batik and the material pants approached with his family troupe. He was quite handsome, full of the charm of a prince, yet....
"Sampurasun," said.
Sasi giggles funny, "cieee!" pinch it on the kaka's arm, obviously the girl glared.
"Rampes," tweeted Rashmi, slowly but surely Agah began to cut the distance between the two. As usual this girl shriveled like a shy princess who was stepped on, she played her fingers as if her hands were too dirty and had to be cleaned.
"Official how are you?" if it's a small talk, may he not answer.
"Alhamdulillah, good den," he nodded briefly, - what the hell! Why is it so crowded being here-. Equally titled raden but different classes, if Rashmi is a scare derivative of Sikep and other Sentana as well as Agah, he is a pure descendant of noble nobility whose father currently serves as regent.
"Beautiful," that one word doesn't necessarily make Rashmi blush, just that one word means-if I'm going to target you. As Rashmi's chest tightens, does the oxygen start to leave her?
"Hatur nohun raden" he nodded politely with a faint smile. Seen in another corner among the crowd of places that have nuanced grain ornaments and produce, parents are chatting casually. He could no longer run away today, 2 days earlier he could reason to have campus interests, but today-is the highlight and final event of the entire Seren Taun series of events.
"Excuse me Aden, Rashmi's going to the toilet for a second!" his permission along with Agah who swallowed back his speech roundly.
"Oh, do I need to drop off?" the girl shook her head, apparently Asmi's movements were noticed by the mother.
"Mother please accompany Asmi," he asked one of the citizens who was there to be firmly governing despite his gentle intonation, who was very gentle, whether it is the organizing committee or indeed Raden Nganten Sekar Taji always uses his power on others, whoever it is without exception.
"Muhun, raden.." the woman immediately walked to take big steps to catch up with Asmi.
"Raden Rara! Punten-saur raden---" he grinned wide, not finished his speech, Asmi had already shot.
"Amih Sekar Taji?!" his breath looks heavy and irritated, like carrying a load of stones on his shoulders.
"Muhun den," it is clear that he looked down at the unpleasant omen, Rashmi's guess is not wrong.
He smiled wryly, "bu-kalo just the same me, do not use aden-aden all-call Rashmi. Do not use raden rara. This is modern era, no longer era call use raden rara, Asmi often mengkawarain campus!"
"Some of me just want to go to the toilet, ambu," continued Rashmi as if he complained if he was careless with the attitude of the mother, even though unconsciously.
"Mangga atuh, I inter raden-eh neng Rashmi," he really went awry.
"Mango ambu," he replied walking with limited but fast steps. In the middle of the show crowd he walked following an ambu.
Alvaro was gathering with village youths, students and other journalists while smoking cigarettes while laughing accompanied by an instant coffee in a glass of mineral water cup, to look forward to the event starting.
"Suth!" senggol Filman on Alvaro, ignited curiosity to turn his head, but he had not realized the intention of his friend, Alvaro had indeed turned to the scary girl who passed in front of him.
"Punten akang, teteh---" she bowed politely.
"Anjimmm, beautiful gravestone! Ck-ck!" lirih Filming.
"Sut!" tegur kang Hendi and Vera.
"You don't think he's tea scares, don't be reckless!" said Vera.
"Pantes, the aura is different not rich lo, furry!" filman Laughter.
"Si alan!" hiss Vera, Alvaro shook his smile with his friend's clumsiness, but then Alva's dark eyes again saw where Rashmi's back was getting smaller because it was away. Like having its own power pull.
The sound of a mic sound that is in the sound check is a sign that the event will begin soon.
"Guys, the power is about to start!" Vera pulls a handy cam from inside her bag. Likewise, Hendi kang Pak Kuwu's children who went to tidy up black-black pangsi clothes complete with *bengker mastaka*, which is not*,
"Sok oruh covered, just find a good position, I stay first!" he was half running. Alva and Filman switched off cigarettes and prepared to cover with their own cameras.
The flat young man jumped among the crowd of events, tiling with other residents without restrictions.
The figure of the scaring now stood neatly close to Kuwu and the village elders, among hundreds of pairs of eyes, those beautiful eyes blinked differently as if implying discomfort. His smile was sweet but bland, without realizing a single camera shot he took.
Once in a while Agah stole a glance at Rashmi, dak dipper with his mother Raden Ayu Kutamaya whispered, "later after this we saturahmi first to the house Raden Amar Kertawidjaja."
The smile was printed so clearly hearing the fresh breeze that the mother brought, as if understanding with her heart dag dig derr now, that she fell in love with the daughter of the Kertawidjaja family, *Mama-you are the best*!
Hingar bingar nuanced custom priyangan accompanied by music dayak Krimun, tarinding, flute rando, tarawalet, and distilled beetles from su ku Baduy event *ngadongdang par*e began.
"Gilakkk, cool gini era there is still art like this!" decak amazed Veranita by still directing her handycam towards the motorcade of earth that is paraded to the leuit indung, after the village elders and Pak Kuwu recited do'a to Allah subhanahuwata'alla.
"Tech Nawang," salimnya to his sister-in-law who is a doctor.
"Ouch! Is it too late?" the golden-colored veiled woman stood behind Rashmi, along with her husband and their 5-year-old son.
"Little teh!" answer Rashmi.
"Heem, aa just returned home ngajar oruh neng, no substitute lecturer so can not permit, where the children again on boisterous ngurusin value!"
"Oh, nothing or teh, and according to Asmi mah this event is not more important!" he rolled his eyeballs.
The mother-of-one rubbed both the shoulders of her brother-in-law who was considered spoiled, stubborn, selfish, and did not like all that smelled the understanding of her own family, "do not do it or neng, he said, this tea culture of the region is almost extinct, should be preserved the same rich millennials you. Do not be confused with western culture. Mom's cultural period as a guest in her own home, hayoo?!" his makeup on this literary and cultural student.
Puk! A hand landed roughly on Rashmi and Nawang's shoulders.
"Astagfirefull!" both of them were surprised by the voice of another woman who followed, she was Katresna, Rashmi's second brother-in-law, "hay sist!" he chuckles.
"It's another 2in late!" Nawang.
"Yes, Candra's kang took a long bath! Where passes to Pasteur meni tea jammed ih!" the answer justifies the position of the brooch on the chest, looks shiny even though it is not a 10-carat diamond.
"Well, where's Kelana?" amih who saw his two daughters-in-law came with his two sons approached.
"Amih," both salim takzim.
"Kelana is the same aa-mih," answered Nawang pointed out her husband Bajra was holding her son's small hand while joining the apih.
"Where is it, neng?" ask amih again.
"No! Same aunt," pointed Katresna at Sasi who took a 3.5-year-old girl with her pink kebaya, sometimes both chuckling drifting in karinding music.
Amih gaze pounded on the youngest girl pangais, since earlier her face sour and wry rich ciremai fruit, "neng Asmi sick?"
Rashmi shook her head, shouldn't I know that Rashmi doesn't like this much, oh come on! Circumstances where as if they are the most respected and should be respected as much, lined up in front like a display and then walked with a curved yellow janur like a marriage manten while carrying ancestral heirloom furniture.
"Well, let's talk for a second!" his eyes are now sharpened, of course, the meaning of the talk is not only 2 pairs of eyes, because the evidence is now amih continue his judgment against Rashmi in front of his two brothers-in-law mercilessly.
"Other times it is polite to talk again with Raden Mas Agah, later during the day Raden Mas Harya's family Enjan Kusumadinata would like to come home. You must keep your attitude!" Rashmi knew that every word spoken with a firm look in her eyes was an unwritten command.
"Muhun amih" he answered after swallowing the empty salivary in the esophagus. After the death of Sekar Taji, can he complain on the moon and stars? Or maybe he swallows it back and takes it to the bottom of the heart the deepest? When back manut and manut manut manut must uphold.
"Please, you know that I just want the best." Wipe both of his sisters-in-law, hoping that the swab can give a sense of fortitude and patience.
"Why did you do that?" ask Katresna.
"Asmi said to the toilet when she wanted to talk. Da males or tea, the theme of the most chatter not far from the course, all the same glitz.... beautiful!"
Swahahaha!
Katresna immediately smothered her mouth, afraid if the amih returned and she would receive a lecture 5 CREDs once a meeting.
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Note :
*Saung \= hut
*Sampurasun (sorry, excuse me)>*Hatur nohun\= thanks*Ngadongdang\= bears*pare \= padi*Riweuh\= busy.*Mastaka grip\= headband*Da \=be like the thing.* Sikep, Sentana \= priyai relatives, landlords.
*Hatur nohun\= thanks
*Ngadongdang\=
*pare \= rice
*Riweuh\= busy.
*Mastaka grip\= headband
* Da \=be like that.
* Sikep, Sentana \= priyai relatives, landlords.