Bara And Arum

Bonchap - Bima Meet Bara

^^^Previously sorry because the story of Bara and Arum rather quickly ending like no other. I don't know why two days got a syringe, making Eike to be blank plus got blocked my brain. So, forgive Eike if it's a little different. I hope you like the bonchap. Tararengkyu & ^^^^^^^^^

Arimbi was escorted by a car owned by Rina to the Jakarta art building and there she had been awaited by Bu Sri her dance teacher since the age of six.

"Rimbi, finally came" said Bu Sri. "Son Rina."

"Nuwun Sewu Bu, it was jammed" Arimbi smiled.

"Here change your clothes we'll start soon."

Arimbi carried a duffle bag containing her dancing workout clothes.

***

Bima finally arrived at the Jakarta art building and saw Rina's car parked there. After parking his bike, the handsome teenager walked into the building and was shocked to see what was on stage.

Apparently you dance Javanese, Arimbi. It really lives up to your very Javanese name.

Bima took the back of the chair there and noticed the exercise. The typical voice of Javanese Gending is heard and Bima is amazed to see how Arimbi smoothly moves his hands and dances.

Usually Bima is the laziest to see a dance show like this even she can sleep but this time she is so enthusiastic to see it. Maybe because the Arimbi dancing became my spirit.

Almost two hours Bima saw the training of the eight dancers and after that she decided to go out before Arimbi saw her. While outside, he saw an officer and asked about the practice inside.

"What training is it, sir?" ask Bima politely.

"Nari gambyong, mas. Tomorrow there will be a cultural exchange event from Indonesia to South Korea. Indonesia is represented by that dance, while South Korea buchaechum or fan dance."

"Is there a ticket in?" ask Bima.

"There was a mas but it's sold out."

Damn it! I'll find a way to get that ticket!

***

Arimbi arrived home at seven o'clock in the evening and had been awaited by his parents, Bara and Arum and his sister Anarghya.

"Assalamualaikum Mam, Pap" said Arimbi while kissing the cheeks of his parents.

"Wa'alaikum salam. Take a bath there Rimbi, we wait" said Bara softly to his daughter.

Arimbi nodded and headed to his room. Both opa and oma are in Solo vacation there.

"Beh, Arga had 100 repetitions of his mathematics" said Bara's youngest son.

"Wuuihhhh cool! Gitu dong anak papi" praised Bara while rubbing his son's head.

"Emak is proud of you Ga" Arum smiled. At home there was chaos calling Bara and Arum who were originally Babeh and Mother, finally papi mami if Arimbi while Anarghya still called the old one. It's just that, if you talk to Rina, Arimbi talks about still mother babeh.

Soon Arimbi was at the dinner table and they started eating dinner.

"Bi, what time is the gig tomorrow?" ask Bara.

"Hour seven Pap." Arimbi looked at his papi. "But didn't forget the ticket, did you?"

"No! Princess Papi wants to gig time papi do not hold a ticket" kekeh Bara.

"Tomorrow you'll only get one, Bi?" ask Arum.

"Yes mam, just gambyong. It's because it's just one."

"Darling Opa Ghani and Oma Alexandra again to Solo besuk besesan but Opa Raka same Oma Luna can come really" said Bara.

"Gaziness!" arimbi Smile.

***

Even in the current generation, Arimbi chose traditional dancing instead of modern dance. Where have I been all this time? Bima, Bima... There are interesting girls, candidates bini you kok new now see anyway!

"Wait on! Then tomorrow bokap nyokap his dong! Yup! You can do it!" Bima laughed out loud. "Oh my goodness, Bim. Your brain has indeed been wrong because of falling in love with Arimbi."

Bima whistled towards the bathroom. Take a cold shower let your brain really bim!

***

Bara, Arum and Anarghya were already sitting in VIP special seats along with Raka and Luna. A former diplomat and having served in Seoul, Raka is well known to the staff of the South Korean embassy.

Now they are preparing to watch gambyong dance performances from Solo, Central Java. This dance is a dance that is performed to welcome guests.

Gambyong Dance Movement consists of three parts, namely the beginning, content, and end. The uniqueness of Gambyong dance is in the movement that focuses on the legs, arms, body, and also the head.

The movement accompanies or follows every movement of the hand by looking at the direction of the fingers. Each movement even goes hand in hand with the music being performed.

The opening dance is also accompanied by gendhing Pangkur. Then, this rhythm makes the movement technique displayed by the dancers with flexible, kenes, keges, and tregels.

Usually the dancers of Gambyong Dance are equipped with a bun and kemben. Even so, their appearance remained elegant and showed a graceful expression.

Bima had already arrived at the audience row which was only four lines different from the stage. That night he wore his best batik and black pantolan pants. His handsome face had attracted the attention of several teenage girls who joined his parents.

After the MCs opened the event and some remarks from embassy officials, the foreign ministry, the event finally began.

The sound of Javanese gending also rang and appeared eight teenage girls wearing kemben and bun were on stage. The eight beautiful girls instantly danced with her suppleness.

Bima did not blink seeing how gracefully Arimbi danced. Although all of them have the same make up, but Bima can powder which Arimbi.

Oh, my God, beautiful Arimbi. Bima took some photos of the girl with her cellphone camera and immediately smiled to see how beautiful Arimbi was.

Almost an hour of gambyong dance took place and after completion, applaus was heard in the Jakarta art building. Bima also did a standing applaus for the girl he was after.

Bima waited until the event was over and after that she saw Arimbi approaching to both her parents and her two oma opa.

With confidence, the teenage boy came to Arimbi's extended family.

"Good night, Arimbi" Bima said politely. "Good night Mr. Giandra, Mrs Giandra, dik Anarghya" Bima looked towards Raka and Luna. "Mr Pradipta, Mrs Pradipta."

"Night. Who is princess?" bara asked confusedly seeing teenagers wearing good batik approaching them.

"It's..."

"introduce. I'm Arimbi's upperclassman at school, my name is Bimasena Rahadian Baskara. I'm Arimbi's future husband if I grow up." Bima stretched out her hand towards Bara who was swerving.

"AAAPPAA?"

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Yuhuuu Up Night Again Yaaaaa

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