Girl Without Nasab & Ningrat Son

Love is Different Caste

For Karina, Indi is only the son of a batik seller. There was nothing to be proud of at all from that woman. Honestly, Erina was astonished how it was possible for a Satria to fall in love with Indi.

Karina grew upset when Indi was not weak. Indi actually dared to reply. Though from his face and Indi's refined and polite temperament, it was impossible for Indi to retaliate. However, Karina was wrong because Indi was not intimidated at all.

He thought Indi as the child of a batik seller would make Indi inferior, apparently not, Indi admitted that he was proud to be the son of a batik seller. Until finally, when working some work chatting about love different castes. There, Karina also replied.

"Now the love of different castes is natural, just looking for a class. Let it not be underestimated" said Karina.

Intentionally the woman said that by glancing at Indi. Because, in the eyes of Karina, Indi was honestly considered trivial by the State family, including Rama Bima who until now has not given his blessing.

"Udah love, mbak Karin .. origin her partner does not mention about property and caste is okay," replied Tedja who also worked there.

"People usually think so, later if you want to marry, can not be blessed because of the different castles .. nangis," replied Karina.

So Tedja asked Indi, "Mbak Indi is married yet? This week I was delivered MasE," asked Tedja.

The silent indi spoke. "Already, married," Indi replied gently.

"Well, congratulations, Mrs Indi. Not a law at all?" ask Tedja again.

Indi shook his head. "Nikah does not need to be spread, the point is that the prayer is hopefully SaMaWa," Indi replied.

"Amand ...."

Tedja and some of the other staff guaranteed. However, they see Indi and her husband figure is a matching couple. A beautiful and gentle Indi, as well as a handsome Satria. Both are like the real Kumajaya and Kumaratih.

In the Javanese Wayangan, the Kumajaya and Kumaratih figures are symbols of eternal love. Both are gods and goddesses who spread love. No doubt, Kumajaya and Kumaratih decorate some wedding invitations that carry the concept of Java.

After several staff took their respective jobs. There's still Karina there. Again the woman sneered at Indi.

"No need to jumawa, you and Satria are different castes, after all" Karina said.

Indi smiled, again he showed it would not be that easy to intimidate him. If it was just a slur alone would not have brought down Indi. After all, she was already immune, however Karina just sneered.

"The West says you are from Sudra" said Karina again.

In the social class order of society, the Sudra is the lowest caste. Confidently and guiltlessly, Karina constantly sneered at Indi.

"Yes, it's okay. Love can fight caste, me and Mas Satria will prove it" Indi replied.

"Uh, her arrogance," Karina replied.

Indi stood up and left Karina. A thought that feels that love should be a caste. Can't think that love can cut the distance, love can bridge two differences. Too bad, just holding your mind is a narrow view.

Apparently the conversation was heard by Rama Bima, when Indi left right in front of his room, Rama Bima called Indi.

"Can we talk for a minute?" ask Rama Bima.

Indi nodded his head, he followed Rama Bima into his room. Just talking four eyes with Indi.

"So I heard you talking to Karina, so you feel your love and Satria's different castes and strata are prevalent?" ask Rama Bima.

Indi took a long breath. Tired of having to argue with many people. Especially with those who do not want to free their minds, accept a change.

"Everything in this world is relative, Father. There is a difference between me and Mas Satria, I guess all the other couples also have their own shortcomings. However, I remember that in fact the Father forbade different castes between us. Because, I remember the first Father came to our house, the house of batik sellers to be a couple Mas Satria."

Although polite, the words of Indi seem to emphasize on several things. Including in the beginning, the State family did not mind the Hadinata family who incidentally were craftsmen and batik sellers for many years.

"However, you and Satria are different" said Rama Bima.

"Obviously different Father. But God's power unites the different. With all my lack, I can accept, sir. I am at peace with my past and background. I even made peace with my biological father. There is nothing more beautiful than peace. Accepting differences is not a barrier, but a beautification of relationships" Indi explained.

Not without intention, Indi just explained that the first family of the State did come to his home. Want to establish friendship. Differences caste acceptable, which they reject is Indi nasaban. However, Indi also explained that he had met his biological father and was willing to forgive.

Rama Bima seemed stunned to hear Indi's words. Honestly, he thought that Indi would be sad and did not acknowledge his biological father, more than that, Indi actually apologized.

"What right?" ask Rama Bima.

"Yes, I forgive my Bladder. My father said, Apologizing does not make us higher or lower, but shows our greatness, our courage to make peace with the past. The words of Father and Mother that I did," Indi replied.

"Is it that easy to apologize?"

"Yes, is it possible to continue to hate and vengeance everything can be sorted out? No. gabe. I'd rather forgive."

After answering everything at length, Indi chose to retreat. It was finished he expressed his opinion which was not related to work. Indi accepts the difference between him and Satria. However, Indi also thanked Allah, because Allah united each different couple in one household heresy.

"Alright, excuse me Mr. .. I am back at work," Indi replied.

Now, Rama Bima could not speak anything. A little more, Indi's words annoyed him. Yes, Rama Bima realized first, he and his family came to establish friendship with the Hadinata family. However, once you know that Indi is a child without a nasab, then the State family chooses to decide on friendship. So, Indi told the truth that at first the State family could accept himself which in fact was only the son of a batik seller.