Not the Image of Rashmi
CRB #73. THE ATTITUDE OF A TRUE NOBLEMAN

Alvaro just remembered, if the last name Kusumadinata embedded in the name Agah, good raden Agah Kusumadinata. He let out a long sigh, trying to get rid of and expel the discomfort.

Unjust feelings that can cause liver disease. Asmi said, if entering the prohibition leweung must be with a clean heart, he always made Asmi's speech as a guide to stop here.

No anger has peaked even though he now knows the perpetrator of the extermination.

There was disappointment, pain, but nothing. From not knowing then back do not want to take a headache.

What passes, let it pass, because anger and crying will not be able to restore the situation, will not be able to turn back the past.

"Do you know where this is, what?" tanya Alva let the embers spend the mangrove and pahpir paper that he flanked with his index finger. Let the embers of the fire destroy the heart without having to do anything, Alva does not want to leave a clean heart that is poisoned by the rest of the burning or smell.

"Abah is the last generation of ice pangampih (abdi dalem) and the story is passed down. In the past, abah's ancestor was the Kusumadinata family's ice pangampih, feeling that his master had exceeded his limits.Then we went and traveled all the way to Cigugur, met Kertawidjaja.and here we are now,"

"Abah ancestor, asked this story to be continued so that later the fact will be conveyed to the descendants of Adiwangsa, as well as apologizing, he said, if we tarnish the good name of pangampih ice that has become a coward by not dismantling the disgrace of raden itself because of fear." he said masygul to Alva.

Alvaro's gaze was still the same on Eman's brother. No emotions stirred up from him, I don't know! Knowing the adverse facts at once will clear his big surname does not make Alvaro crazy for power. Whether because of the nature of this forest or indeed he alone feels sincere. After all, for him the view of people is not important, the important thing is that his family is not so.

For him the important thing is the view of Raden Amar and Raden Nganten as well as Rashmi on him.

Abah Eman smiled, "there are Sumini and Abraham are in you" he said.

"It seems that there is no need to ask, by itself you can wisely control and process the taste." said abah. Alva gave a proud snort, "something bad, if met with bad then there will be no end, as the story of Ken Arok. The past let it pass. Let it be a historical story that will be passed down to posterity. For me, the story of the past is only a picture of history, not as a personal benchmark of descent, because even though human beings are still different characters and principles." Said Alva, just like him and Agah. He and Agah both fought over Asmi, even until Asmi was almost crazy. But because of his big heart, Agah gave Asmi to pursue happiness without forcing the will let alone to justify all means.

Perhaps the history of his great-grandmother and Agah was tarnished by the black stain of the forehead, but now it is different. He is not Sumini much less Abraham Adiwangsa, Agah was not Anggara Kusumadinata.

Abah smiled back and patted Alva's shoulder as she moved away from the bale, "want to make your own coffee or do you make it?"

Alva shook her head, "don't bah. It'll be a hassle."

Abah laughed as he showed toothless teeth, "the last time there was Tarman, that was last week. Abah never had any guests, apart from the Kertawidjaja family." The impact while gnawing inside, opened the door of the house as wide as possible.

Accustomed to living alone, make this house feel cold, although not creepy.

Precisely this house is quite neat with the calligraphy of the Qur'an above the entrance, as well as the calendar of the sunda wiwitan system.

In another corner is a collection of kujang the ice pangampih, ranging from large to the smallest size mustika royal relics.

Alva sat in a chair, a little dusty. Perhaps because of the rare arrival of others.

"Well you know Raden Amar Kertawidjaja's family?" ask Alvaro.

From the kitchen, I laughed a little, "joking that I didn't know them. Every time there's an event, even some time they come here, to their own families."

"If you know Raden Rashmi Sundari,"

Abah returns with two cups of coffee, his and Alvaro's, then pushes Alva's property in front of the young man.

"Den rara Rashmi is like a granddaughter herself. Only now he rarely came here. Begir already!" kekehnya, making Alvaro chuckle along. Yes immediately, he went to her. (beger\= pubber)

"Known?" now Eman's brother asks Alva, "famous."

"To what extent?" now those sharp eyebrows swooped in like they were interrogating a future granddaughter-in-law.

"Just pray bah, hopefully hastened."

Abah Eman nodded once, "God willing, aamiin. Don't forget, look here first." the message.

Alva and Eman's brother walked together, stripped off all selfishness and handed it back to nature.

"Now I feel plong! The burden of responsibility, mind and heart that after so long could not be delivered even by the predecessors abah, finally could be delivered."

The journey grew, along with useful chatter between Abah Eman and Alvaro.

"Oh yes bah. Asmi said if we enter here is prohibited from wearing red clothes, why?" ask Alva.

"Because the color red is a symbol of emotional formation, anger. And anyone who comes here cannot carry with him a dirty heart, provoked by emotions and a high ego." Evidently.

Sometimes they find pacet, or just caterpillars and thousand feet as big as a thumb. Abah Eman set him aside to the outskirts, nobody gets hurt."

Alvaro can feel the gusts of strong wind up here. But the peace he got, it turns out this is what makes Amar so at home and often meddle here.

"The higher the position of man, the greater the wind that blows to shake" said Abah Eman.

The usual animal sounds when it is late at dusk have begun to say hello to hearing, as well as the fog that began to fall.

It looks like tonight, Alvaro has to spend the night at Eman's brother's house.

"We're home, it's late afternoon. The fog has gone down. Worrying more and more wild night beasts began to look for prey." Eman's brother Alvaro.

Abah Eman took down the stretcher mattress that he rolled up more often and stored it in the closet because no one was wearing it.

Alva helped him roll out on the bed, no television let alone a laptop, not even a signal, certainly his sub friends will look for his whereabouts that do not go home.

He laid his body on the bed, while he was aloof he heard the voice of the people teaching with the chant of a kind of qari.

He was still unable to fall asleep, his brain was thinking about this and that, not to mention him who was far in the middle of the forest with brother Eman without anyone knowing.

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