ASMARADANA CROWN PRINCESS

Chapter 13

Gamelan is a traditional musical instrument that cannot be separated from our lives of traditional dancers. Port kendang, knob beats, and other musical instrument alloys sometimes make me complacent when dancing. 

The rhythm of this music is beautiful, the music is expensive, but this music is almost rare. And, somehow the music produced by this traditional gamelan tool is also called supra rational. 

I smiled knotingly as Bimo smiled at me. Why Bim? Are you not afraid of being lost, as I am now lost in the maze I created myself. 

Bimo smiled again. I swear, his smile was intoxicating. 

She rarely smiles so sweetly. Three more years, my eyes only caught a stiff smile because of his cool and indifferent temperament. Now that smile makes me wrong, wrong. My dance moves violate the rules of the pakem in dancing.

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I sat down in front of my mother, holding my hands above my head. 

"Sorry Mother, Lilah made a mistake." 

Mom smiled and then stroked my shoulder, calming. 

"It's okay. Making a mistake is natural. Gerogi yes because there is a Bimo mas?" 

I bit my lips and nodded, "Shame. Bimo make salting!"

Mother smiled happily with her lips still tightly clenched. 

"Indeed why if Bimo makes Mbak Lilah salting. Mommy's in flowers?" 

Flowery? I have this is a frangipani flower that is still budding and not yet perfect. 

I shook my head as I said softly, "What's it like to fall in love with Mom?" ask me after circulating the view and making sure no one eavesdropped on this conversation. Because some of my cousins are still around the palace ward, some sindens and courtiers are still behind gamelan instruments. 

"The flowers." answered Mother. Mother's eyes sparkled with pleasure. 

"Is that all?" I just can't believe it. 

"Fall in love and heartbreak is a complete package. Lilah is ready to fall in love, meaning she is also ready to be heartbroken. Like, a flower that is scattering is like a sign of love. Fragrant, beautiful, and seductive. A withered flower is like a finished, ended, dry love." 

Hearing that word I became dizzy myself. Where Mothers exist - there is just like love like a flower. 

I nodded, after which I said goodbye to Mother to meet Bimo. 

"Be careful, Mother." 

"Be careful why, Bun?" 

"Be careful of falling in love." 

Mother smelled a smile. Lucky I had this pretentious mother. So I don't hesitate to ask invisible things like love. 

I came out of the palace ward. I see, Bimo still stands wearing ageman clothes like a courtier. He talked to Suryawijaya and some of my other cousins. Including the twins, Caucasian Ausie. 

"So. But can I take your pictures first? Rarely do I meet a bule who can dance. That was great." 

"Our family is a lot of bulls, precisely the Australian bule. He, Arkananta and Mahardika. Son of Om Sadewa and Aunt Irene, kept the twin girls earlier, which I hit when the nari was the son of Om Nakula. Sherina and Shenina." 

Bimo nodded in understanding. If I were to properly describe the descendants of Eyang Kakung, Bimo would be confused. Because Eyang's son is eleven and I know why there are so many. 

My legs are one, but my daughter's four. All I know is that, because only four people visit me here sometimes. 

"I wonder at you, Bim! Why the hell every time you come here must have a camera. Ask for photos, continue to be downloaded on social media. Want to pansos because it's close to us!" 

"Ow... Don't be so fierce sister!" sahut Mahardika's. Silver eyes and the owner of the curly brown hair were nosy.

"We will go with you. The papa section with the new mama was introduced to Kanjeng Sultan in the family room. We also know that Lilah's brother is in tandem with Bimo's mas."

I snorted in annoyance. The twins smiled witfully. So is Suryawijaya. They teased me blatantly in front of the man directly. 

"Oh!" 

"Can't you?" ask Bimo again. 

I looked at Bimo. His gaze made me blush. I'm down. 

I took off the scarf I was still wearing. 

"Just keep my sockets instead of a photo together. Your photo alone that my little poem has made a slanted rumor. Especially with the other family." I put my yellow scarf on Bimo's shoulder. 

Bimo pulled it, sniffed the aroma and then observed well the shawl motif I gave. The shawl or sampur is indeed a sacred object that can not be far from a dancer. So, the shawl is more important than a photo together. After all, what Bimo needs if he wants to practice dancing is a shawl. And, that shawl I took my blessing so that he would practice dancing.

"Thank you, I'll use it later." A smile rose on Bimo's lips. A smile also appeared on the lips of my sister and cousin. 

I stepped first through the streets of Konblok, circling a park, a shower, an Angsana tree, and I arrived at the dance studio. 

I turned.

Suryawijaya and the twins held a smile as they looked at me, "What's wrong?" 

"Mbak fits into a tour guide." said Arkananta cheerfully.

"So that's the most complicated road we've been on. Even we just follow the streets of the conblock will certainly get here. No need to go around trees and showers. Just wasting time!" timpal Suryawijaya's. 

I looked at Bimo, "Here you can practice dancing, there is Eyang Surati, there is Bu Dibyo, or Mas Wahyu. The cultural activist is also a student." 

Bimo nodded in understanding, "Thank you for helping me. I'll see one of them later." 

I smiled, "Okay, I have to go back home. There's schoolwork I have to do." 

Bimo nodded without saying any more. With a certain step, I avoided before the four of them. Let it be, he chatted with Suryawijaya and the twins. Besides, I want to know where the guy that got me fucking crap all day. And, that gerrymandering actually happened the next day. At school.