Not the Image of Rashmi
CRF #42. GOODBYE LOVE

As usual, this performance of the theater of the Sundanese mythical legend always begins with chanting the diagram.

Pentatonic music bewitched and drugged the audience, so sacred citraasa makes this night as if it was the night of the year Hayam Wuruk was interested in a Citraresmi.

Some of the songs that are preserved by nini dayang can liven up the show as if it were real. The actors who are Sundanese maestros display role treats that are so flexible, epic, nan deep into the role, especially the main cast.

Asmi's eyes sparkled to see the role of Citraresmi, who was so successfully played.sosok charismatic, serious, kewes, pantes, teuneung, and ludeung, enough to hint the figure of Sundanese women. Is that him? He smiles.

"Kaya Asmi don't kang?" his whispers muttered in Alva's ears like mosquitoes.

Alvaro turned, "a little bit. Peseknya.." he giggled without a sound to see the cynical face of Asmi, the clenched hand had even pinched Alva's waist.

Asmi sighed heavily and started to claustrophobic, as the scene in front of her implied that Citraresmi was a true princess with her attitude, decisions and struggles defending self-esteem, a good honor for herself, her family, and her family, as well as the people of Sunda Galuh kingdom by receiving the proposal Hayam Wuruk, that is what always vibrates the tribe, although it has been passed centuries, will always be remembered in the Sundanese community.

Alvaro glanced at Asmi, who was staring without pause at the scene in front of him.

"You can keep the family's pride and honor as well as the fate of thousands of employees without having to give yourself up, I'm sure you can." Alva reassured the girl beside him, but it seemed as if Asmi already had her own decision, she smiled broadly without saying anything.

Kawih and ronggeng mountain dance harmonize the rhythm and meaning of the movement further cradle the audience continues to enter and feel the soul among the coldness of the Bandung area.

Until the peak of the conflict when what Citraresmi's daughter feared really happened, if the sweet sentence that cradled was only a veil of a betrayal of the family, himself, the people and the kingdom.

He was lied to, betrayed, and felt trampled on by his pride into an increasingly strong determination to determine attitudes.

The music of tarawangsa slashing the hearts of the audience strengthens the spirit of the performance in the dialogue of the inner struggle of the princess, stirring the emotions of every audience who witnessed, and, forming new imaginations that increasingly feel beating the heart as if they feel for themselves what Citrareshmi feels, especially Asmi.

Until unknowingly the tears are increasingly falling, not a few viewers who sobbed late and deep as if dissolving in the story.

Asmi felt that if the Sundanese princess whose story ended tragically and sadly it was her, her hands rubbed the wet cheeks, Asmi began to sweat and grit her feet quickly as if she was panicking.

"Lebay ah," Alva held onto Asmi's hand in order to stop what was happening to Asmi right now, honestly Alva was worried about the girl beside her. Is such a heavy burden borne by Asmi or whether he is carried away by the atmosphere.

"I Citraresmi, still standing upright holding the devotion. I won't run nor will I surrender. I will not give myself as tribute. Will remain upright of honor and self-respect. I, Citraffici the woman they seek, the woman who will determine her own destiny."

Then a moment later some of the audience was seen grimacing in shock when he pulled the patrem with both hands right into the dadha while followed by some women in his royal entourage.

Asmi's hand clutched on Alvaro's jacket sleeve as it happened, among the troops and the family he had been fighting against, the fragrant figure of the royal flower is most revered throughout the country because its beauty lying drenched da rah makes the king of the kingdom's most influential at that time can not stem the sadness and pain of the loss of his future empress.

It was also the incident that made Gajah Mada defeated and isolated himself, because of his unilateral decision that resulted in one kingdom that was so honorable slaughtered in the event of Bubat.

The atmosphere of this cultural park finally broke with the boisterous roar of the cheers of the audience's applause. There are also those who reach standing applause.

Alvaro and Asmi were still sitting in the audience seats, letting the other spectators in tails storm the exit.

"You want to go home?" Alvaro glanced at the watch on the hand which showed 9 more than a quarter of the night.

Asmi nodded but there was a sense of doubt and sadness. He will remember in his heart and mind if this is the most beautiful night of his life and will be the memory he always remembers.

Visitors have receded, making the road wide open and deserted. Alvaro started to move, "yuk. Want to stay here?!" he pulled Asmi to get up, but Asmi actually pulled Alva to sit back.

"Kang," he called.

"Hm?" Alva sat back down, knowing that Asmi wanted him to sit next to her for a moment.

"Thank you..."

The thick eyebrows of Alva were still swooping in frowning.

"For all who have germinated love for Asmi, especially happiness.." his eyes blinked between the lights of this place.

Along with the rest of the emotions and sense of the show, Asmi steeled herself. He deliberately became himself, spending all his desire to then leave and let go of everything.

"Kang is something too beautiful for Asmi to have. Everything that has ever happened between us is not a regret."

Alva began to understand, why Asmi dressed all out shows the true side of her, why Asmi complains of all the activities she wants to spend with ibun Ganis, why she is currently so aggressively embracing Alva, and as brave as this came out late, apparently it was Asmi's way of saying goodbye to Alvaro.

Asmi looked up and stared deeply at the beautiful face of Alva, she boldly grabbed the thick lips of Alvaro who although a smoker but still looks red.

*Goodbye first love, see you next time in a different world*.

Asmi shed her tears until she cut the river even though her lips were still attached to Alvaro's lips.

Alvaro could not help but reply to the kiss, no matter they were in a public place, which he clearly knew at this time Asmi was channeling his affection.

Alvaro then releases his second link, "you who don't know me, Mi. I've told you never to try to avoid or stay away or you bear the consequences. You have to take responsibility for my feelings now. Not go that way." Cold answer.

"I don't know what I'm dealing with. Since the beginning of Asmi is wrong, Asmi dragged akang into the strange life vortex Asmi. Do not let Asmi regret because it has loved kang germs. Asmi does not want to akang, ibun, or friends join the stage of Asmi's problem." replied Asmi remove traces of her tears and tried to toughen up as fresh as Citrareshmi, as well as, Asmi confines her own problems even though it will explode like a bomb and destroy herself.

"Kang, let Asmi let me be happy with others without having to be restrained or make me crawl on the steep streets.Let Asmi return to the life she should be,"

Alvaro shook his head without saying anything.

"Den rara,"

The two turned their heads, "Asmi telfon mang Dedi, so I don't need to see Amih. Thank you kang..asidaknya Asmi ever nyicipin whose name is in love reciprocated..."

Asmi released her hand from Alva's arm slowly with a feeling of sincerity and airiness, having previously dyed the back of Alva's large hand.

Asmi's steady footsteps leave Alvaro in the cultural park area. Asmi decides to leave the love, rather than having to sacrifice many people in the future.

*Here I fall in love, here too I have to leave it*.

*Sundari Kertawidjaja Rashmi*.

This atmosphere was too beautiful for a moment that was too bitter. Alva walked up and grabbed Asmi's arm, "can't!"

"You can't go here, Asmi!"

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Noted :

\* Rajah : The opening song as a preface to ask permission, sorry, respect for ancestors to be safe during the performance.

\* Mean : kalem.

\* Kewes: beautiful and special.

\* Pantes: fast/worthy

\* Teuneung: self-contained.

\* Leudeung: dare

\* Patrem: konde puncture