Not the Image of Rashmi
BCR #72'S. ASTONISHING FACTS

Alva had invited Filman, but in fact Filman was not feeling well, he said because yesterday he ate too much sambal, not to mention last night he caught a cold.

Alva also invites Saka and Anjar, but both are ogah-ogahan, with lazy reasons.

Until finally Alvaro walked alone along the village intending to help the Euis ambu, it is certain that he will have difficulty bringing the harvest if only together with the Widi kang.

At least, he can provide a small help considering they live in the home of a couple who have not been blessed with the child.

"I'm on my own!" alvaro snorted out of the courtyard of the house, taking a leftward direction.

After walking quite a distance, he scratched his head, "have I gone the wrong way? Ck!"

"It's been almost 3 months here!" his scolding on himself. Alva turned back to take the direction of the road to the back, mumpung still quite early in the morning.

He walked with all the restlessness, because of the sudden pilon.

Among the faster steps, he met someone who had met before. Their distance was only a few feet, and the two decided to stop their steps.

"Muluh Kajati, Mulang Ka Asal.." - He said softly from the black lips and covered by a whisker curtain that almost whitened the whole.

(Every human being, going back to his origin.).

He wore a necklace that hung perfectly around his neck, the fingers adorned with agate rings stretched out his hand to Alva.

Tau if it was a code for him to snatch, Alvaro replied to him, "Change Eman? I'm Alvaro..."

"Is there a need to be me?" tanya Alva ventured to ask, because from the way Eman's brother like to say something.

"Sabuni-bunina nendeun bang kee tetep going kaambeu. Soap-bunina cover up jatidiri, abah would nyaho.." reply said.

(The heralds hide bang kkaii will still be smelled. Simultaneously cover the identity, you will know)

Alvaro raised both eyebrows cluelessly, "the father still does not believe, can still find da rah Pajajaran..."

Alva to the point of disbelief, if apparently this abah can guess which even Alvaro alone still thinks his identity is a joke.

"Do you want to go out with Abah?" bargain, Alva was confused because the beginning of his goal was to go to the garden to help Ambu Euis. But the curiosity will abah Eman with what he will convey is so great. Didn't Asmi ever say and ask him to find a man named Eman's brother? That means coffee together, safe!

"Where is your house?" ask Alvaro.

"Near, den. Near leweung Prohibition." The answer.

Alva had raised both eyebrows that means he had to travel a decent distance.

"Ah, think of the wolf! Raden ayu Sumini also escaped far away, not much to complain about! Where's women!"

"Change?!"

"Once, later on the story. Abah does not have a theme, deliberately going down the mountain just want to buy daily necessities while looking at the condition of the village, usually there is Tarman who does not need abah, but the Tarman runs out of accidents." her sleigh encouraged Alva to come with her.

The two walked through the gardens of residents, down the water source to get to the area that began to cool with the intensity of many bamboo trees.

Asmi said that the bamboo tree has many names leweung lids.

Alva circulated the view of this customary village, it turned out to be quite extensive if the contents of the plantation were spread.

Both are still walking, despite the difference Alva with his mountain sandal, while Eman's brother is still loyal without footwork. Hail! In his old age his legs are so tough through the jungle.

The leaves are scattered. Some steps made of red earth bounded bamboo stairs feel slippery like rain, but last night it did not rain. Perhaps the reason was the leaves whose morning dew dripped onto the ground. The rustling of leaves that form a soothing natural rhythm makes the soul calm, along with tall pine trees indicates that they have started to enter the forbidden forest, although not too deep.

"No, saung abah!" point it towards one wooden house roofed so beautiful.

A bale-bale like a gazebo is also there, according to Asmi bale-bale it is indeed provided for tourists or residents to rest if they want to go to climb the top of Salam, one hill at an altitude of 905 masl as a place of peace in other words contemplate yourself over all the blessings of God.

"Leweung ban is a place of meditation, fused with nature, do not let animals or plants disturbed. Including ants."

Alva's white feet are now barefoot, he can feel the red and moist soil of this forest. It was as if the haru nan taste was vibrating all over the heart.

"Cleaned his heart, gave up all the same Gusti Allah," he continued.

"Well,"

"Yes?"

"You're going to the top of the salutation?" shoot Eman, "but that means you have to go here" he concluded.

"I just want nanya." Alvaro replied.

"Well you know my family? Abah can also know that I am a descendant of Sumini Adiwangsa."

Abah Eman smiled at her slanted smile.

"What you do not know about Pajajaran, what you do not know about Adiwangsa..." the answer was taking a seat in the bale-bale of his house (one relative, one family).

Threw pahpir paper and tobacco packs, the old, wrinkled hands gently rolled the mangrove wrapped in cigarette paper.

"Nyesep?" haggard Eman, Alvaro shook his head, "not bako, bah." he chuckled.

"Try!" her door forced the package and paper to be placed in front of Alvaro.

Inevitably Alvaro took it to appreciate Eman's brother, even though he knew it felt thin and less steady.

Alva Smpaf coughed and felt his tongue that was a bit muffled by the sip, abah Eman laughed, "the life of Adiwangsa is more bitter than the taste of the bako. But you're no luckier with hiding your identity, megatkeun silaturahmi, mareman torch kakelamahan."

(Deciding friendship, extinguishing the family torch)

"Well know the history, why Adiwangsa so this way?"

Abah Eman sipped mangroves in one puff but was able to make the embers almost touch his lips, Alva to buyak. Is it not so bad?

"Hate nu sirik, hate nu bad! Ngikis kasucian rasa.." lirih abah Eman, along with the ripple rustling leaves are increasingly frenzied as if he was telling how time it happened so make shocks in the ground parahiyangan, as if he was, for a moment Alva looked up at the grove of trees. (Strick heart, bad heart! Eroding the purity of taste.).

Bizarre, mystical. Yet real.

Suddenly Eman's brother kicked the kawih with his heavy voice. Makes the atmosphere become one with nature. Drifting in the emotions of the soul with nature.

"Kuzumadinata....Anggara Kusumadinata, bad hate nguruskeun sagala-gala." he said again. (a rotten heart, destroying everything).

"You mean?" ask Alvaro.

"Moon Safar, Kusumadinata with a passionate heart and burning obsession, justify all means to gain power from Abraham Adiwangsa, do not accept if the Dutch become leaders of the land and think that the Dutch re-occupy," obviously a new fact that Alvaro just found out.

"Kuzumadinata?" Alvaro is no stranger to Kusumadinata's last name.

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