Not the Image of Rashmi
CRC #4. CIS BEANS CHICKPEAS
"Basic crazy!" he looked up haughty, even if Alva wanted he only stayed to pinch the head of Asmi who was shorter than him. It's just that he thought 2 times to do it, afraid if this girl mewek kejer continues to argue with the governor.
Alva snorted indifferently to this crazy scare, he shuddered indifferently, preferring to leave rather than be carried away insane.
Aware of Alva's indifference, Asmi glared in disbelief. So far no one has dared to ignore it like ignoring 100 pieces of silver metal.
"God! You!" show Asmi wants to capture the Alva. So excited he approached Alva, similar to the old wife who wanted to catch the pelakor, Asmi to stumble and twisted her own sinjang until her forehead even hit the chest of the Alva field, "lo ya!"
Dughh!
"Aw!"
"Uhukkk-uhukk!" Alva coughed to find the impact of Asmi's head on his chest like a bull again sitting.
Alva rubbed his chest quite sore as well as Asmi who rubbed her forehead quite puyeng.
"Lt!"
"Lo yes!" decak Alva was annoyed and furious at the girl in front of him who hit his chest, especially he was smoking a cigarette.
Drrrtttt----
Asmi's phone shook violently like a convulsing person, "amih?!" his eyes are as big as a ping pong ball where the name is clearly on the phone screen.
"Great!" the girl immediately tidied up her appearance, running small like a penguin to pick up a slop, looking so busy bin frantically - her fear of amih overpowering the fear of softness.
"Your problem is the same I haven't finished yet huh! Asmi inget-inget your face that resembles the appearance of the 2 thousand money, judes!" the girl walked quickly, put the phone into the folds of the stagen and then tidied her hair quickly, as quickly as the discounted goods had run out.
Amih's eyes glint like the side of mejang staring at her daughter who began to try this naughty, her hands look jerking pull Asmi's arms for the sake of docked. Alva who had returned from his smoking event joined with another friend, the dark eyes could not be separated from the girl who was ahead there, which was as if her soul was lost when entering the event venue.
"Have you found the wind, bro?" ask Filmmaker.
"Boro-boro find the wind, my chest even a second. Euy linu!" Alva rubbed the chest of the former Rashmi, was it immediately sunken?
The film turns with a look of astonishment, "*kunaon*? It's not suitable to contemplate, it's old to smoke a single cigarette!" taunting laughter. But Alva did not take it seriously, he actually joined the slanted smile.
"What's the way now?" her question was getting ready with the camera lens.
"Kneeep, tuh!" responsa Filman pointed towards the center of the event, where they again haha-hihi while preparing with the dimples.
Portraits of nobles, village officials, and clergy pounding rice together contrasted with Rashmi's flat expression, once in a while, Alva's camera eyes deliberately aimed at the girl who a few dozen minutes ago hit her chest hard, her head looked like a rock-and indeed it looked like the girl was the head of a rock.
*What happened, princess*?
Several dozen other people at the same time were fighting over the grain from the saung titled Pohaci Sanghyang Asri.
Suddenly the village security began to sterilize the field from the residents, making a calf fence that is quite tenuous. The pentatonic music of the accompaniment of the rincik lute, drum, flute, gong, and vinegar invites the village girls who have worn apok or upper clothes from songket, seket with the side, shawl and *sobrah* (**fake hair with rawis from long-strung wool yarn**) neatly lined up to form a floor pattern in the middle of the field, so the, carrying with him a jar over the head with a patterned headband base and a jug placed below.
The dynamic movement of the fusion of princesses now illustrates how grateful they are for the gift of natural wealth from God. This dance tells how the activity becomes a habit of village girls who bathe together and take water with a mermaid.
The applause grew boisterous as the dancers supporting the pitcher climbed on top of the jug and sank there, with soft leku and gleaming nuance full moon that is a little quiet but full of spiritual value.
🍂 *Where the earth stands, there the sky is held*,
A gentle breeze from his mouth was enough to make his eyebrows tremble even though it was not too thick. Sitting with a perfectly wrapped body like a bagang that is tied up like this, making Asmi not feel at home. Until finally one by one the dancing girls left the field.
The children cheered happily as the youth and village men began to fill the vacancy of the field, with all-black clothes typical of Sundanese soil, they brought joy through the angklung show, chickpeas, some young men led directly by kang Hendi successfully make the atmosphere alive, and, angklung with the characteristic decoration of rice stalks or foliage tassels that perform songs with salendro tones but vocal songs with madenda or drone.
⁇ ️"*Nyengcle beans chickpeas*,
*On inem* members*,
*Nu geulis ancla-ence*,
*Jeung aluman alimen*
*Cis beans nyengcle*,
*On anggolatikuda*,
*Nu geulis tembong pingping*,
*Ken wae keur kaula*,"
The vocalist including kang Hendi looked at the girls with his nosiness, and this time the musical accompaniment with the song made a ripple among the audience including the emergence of a sweet smile on Rashmi's face, the girl laughed crisply. Two pairs of eyes could not be seen staring at the laughter, a beautiful face with a child's hair carried by the wind to sweep the blushing cheeks and jaw bones that were actually completely invisible.
Kang Hendi with his angklung bean art group performed several other songs such as jalantir, jangjalik, renggong.
Kelana, Dhara, even Sasi has jumped up and down and kicked in the same field with other village children.
"Excuse me den, den Rara.." an event organizer named Cecep kang approached Raden Amar's family. The gazes of everything now simultaneously turned one direction with Rashmi's gaze.
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"Dhala wants to come, see Aunt Asmi perform baleng look nyibluk same looks kendhang!" that 3-year-old girl.
"A, Dhara carried aja. The road is slippery, because it's wearing a cellop!" katresna said, her eyebrows frowned with the hand she had placed on her forehead.
The weather that is already hot is not a barrier to hold the next event.
The presence of Cecep kang like a helper angel for Rashmi "fry, amih-Rashmi first same kang Cecep yes, would like to check the sound first, fear of saggy ride!" his alibi, obviously he was not waiting for an amih answer because he immediately pulled Cecep kang first, "eh, den Rara,"
"Miss!" yelled amih who was already furious about Rashmi's attitude.
"Mih, justin oruh. If we wait a long time," this time on Rashmi's side.
"Ck, the boy!" decak Amih saw full of eye watching.
Apih took amih who walked very carefully because of his clothes, and it should have been a woman so, not grusuk grasak let alone installment, all there was when for Rashmi, it's too slow. With the organizers of a couple of husband and wife walking towards a weak cai-like mask mon yet kalo according to Asmi, while others paddled their own ria. Rashmi prefers to walk first with Cecep kang as the chairman of the event committee, incidentally Cecep kang followed, a good opportunity for Rashmi to get out of the mother zone, he said, because honestly since then he was not comfortable one frame with his family and Agah family.
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Noted :
*kunaon : why.