Not the Image of Rashmi
CRF #61. THE ANXIETY OF SEKAR TAJI

Without wanting to drink the tea made by ibun Ganis let alone look at the residents of the house, amih twisted his body and came out of the house of Wira, "home!" the lyrics are on Asmi, then go out. His steps were huge towards the outside of the house so quickly without seeing footsteps.

"Eka, Mang Dedi turn on the car!" he stepped quickly down the steps of the terrace stairs. Asmi passes her tired breath, "bun.om Nata, kang, Bagas..maafin amihnya Asmi, yes.." said Asmi, she moved from her seat and greeted Wira also Ganis with reverence.

"Ngga nothing neng, be understood. Consider it a living ordeal!" ganis answered making Bagas laugh again with his mother's chatter.

"The trial of life" said Wira, since the mouth of his wife is like having no brake from a dictionary of words.

"Yes yes, the trials of tea life do not have to be amnesia, third person or financial. It could be bad luck because it has a fierce mother, a chatty mother, petting ee chicken continues to be a stroke..."

Asmi and Bagas were already laughing with satisfaction, whereas Wira and Alvaro did not pull the corner of his lips upwards.

"What aja bun, stroke because of kepeleset ee ayam not level!" asmi's Laughter.

"Udah-udah, the more afternoon even more awkward," Wira grabbed a photo of Sumini Adiwangsa and re-entered the middle room followed by Ganis and Bagas.

"Loh, really right. The period of kepeleset ee chicken until stroke is called grace!" The voice of Ganis.

"Yes, don't give the parable of kepeleset ee ayam or, until the stroke!" reply Hero almost lost in hearing along with Bagas laugh.

"So, raden's good Alvaro?" Asmi laughed, making a whimper created from Alva's mouth.

Asmi stopped her step for a moment in the door goal, "Asmi went home first kang, get well soon." he said smiling knot.

Alvaro nodded, "tomorrow will I pick you up as usual?"

Asmi placed her soft palms on Alva's cheeks, "still anget. Sure you want to go to college, take a motorbike?"

Alva snorted a slanted smile, "a hard man doesn't pantes spoiled, Mi."

Asmi nodded but she disagreed with Alva's words just now, "not a hard person. But it's so that person can't be spoiled, even if people are." Errata Asmi, then the girl continued her steps, not wanting to make amih wait long, afraid of the lion in her amihnya rampage again.

Without saying much Asmi entered on the back bench with Amih, although there is a distance between them that is quite wide apart from a few inches of car seats.

Asmi feels with others while being with amih. Let alone speak up, to glance at his head feels stiff can not move, or maybe all the nerves of his brain know to condition a heart that has been too sick because amih.

Asmi knows that the nature of selflessness just now is a form of her defense of shame, and guilt.

Until the car was brought into the courtyard of the residence Kertawidjaja, the two were still washed away in a quiet atmosphere apart from the sound of the roar of the car engine.

Asmi had come out first without wanting to glance at her amihnya leaving her own amih with all her own thoughts.

"Den, it has arrived.." mang Dedi reprimanded, Eka has come out of the front bench. Dedi's mang voice surprised him enough this time, he was so washed away in the past that he did not feel if he looked strange by the Dedi mang.

"Ah yes." He got out of the car and went into the house. It was as if the words of the Hero had all been recorded clearly and became a rewired moment repeatedly in his frozen brain.

If you ask who you are, to my son Alvaro, then he can answer if he is a descendant of Sumini Adiwangsa aka raden ayu Paramitha.

Amih walked with empty eyes, then just sat in his chair without entering the bathroom first as usual.

The husband saw his arrival after Asmi, "where?" tanya apih, instead of saying, the look on her face looks so clear if she is thinking hard. His eyebrows alone frowned by staring straight down, whether what he looked at, maybe the past was clearly painted in the ceramics of his home.

You're no more valuable than Alvaro,

You're just an ordinary ronggeng, though,

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"Strong!" a long haired girl ran after the other girl.

Just look, "why?"

"Main rubber?" bring him. Sekar shook his head, "want to hangar, jaipong practice!"

"Didih, he's a ronggeng dandy! Want to be a real girl, who only sells bodies!"

"Wild rich instant!" the problem is that, why does everyone think that the work of ronggeng is so attached to the noble concubine, is it because of her body's stupidity? Just then walking away from his friend, he looked at his arrival at home, the curve of the perfect body always looks charming in the eyes of men.

Sekar is a beautiful girl, some parts of her body stand out so beautiful in her teenage years.

"Ambu, Ayu is hungry." Ayu's voice sounds soft in Sekar's ear.

"Wait for the cassava father ya neng..."

Sekar's heart was devastated, living among a limited family made him motivated to become a well-known ronggeng, a profession that is easy to bring money because of the peace of his time. Just relying on body dandyism, beauty and dancing talent.

"I don't want my children to feel as hard as I used to be, the honor must always be with them" he murmured with ambition.

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Amih dissolved in dark time and full of struggle first.

"Hiniah.." What shakes his shoulders, this time it makes amih aware of his daydream.

"Bags,"

"What's wrong?" ask me something with a wrinkled eyebrow.

Amih shook his head, "I clean first, kang. Did I copy? Want me to make it?"

What shook his head, "no need, nyai must be tired..Where?" ask apih.

"Pick up Asmi neng from her friend's house," she stood up from her seat.

"Oh," he nodded once a sign of understanding. "Let Asmi be with her world, guide and watch over her. Do not let us regret it later," a message apih worried if his beloved wife back act.

Amih just glanced at it without wanting to sound back at what was said, then he continued his steps towards the room.

He did not expect that the young man he had rejected outright this end was someone. As someone who idolizes Sumini Adiwangsa, Sekar Taji is quite familiar with all the things about his role model, including the address, but why was he not suspicious of the address addressed to Mang Dedi this afternoon? Is it true that Wira said, his common sense has been consumed by the world and eternal nafsssuu?

He so rejected Alvaro, to forget the most important thing, to find out who Alva is and its origins.

Sekar Taji took off one by one his clothes, including the stagen he always wore for the sake of perfect body shape in his old age. She did not want to until her husband Raden Amar sought another contest whose age was clearly below it.

Because according to him, sincere love is bullshitt. It's all about treasure, throne, and women.

"But if Wira and Alvaro are descendants of Sumini Adiwangsa, why he never saw the Alvaro family if the scares are emerging at traditional events throughout West Java. The descendants of Adiwangsa seem to drown just like that of civilization.

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