Lala The Dancer

Leging is changed

In the afternoon I went to my old studio. It also must be permission first with the real factory CEO while compassionate. Say the same miss, Miss Joyo. After a heated argument, I was finally allowed to.

Mrs Joyo still teaches. He already looks so old. But the spirit is still the same. Smiling when I saw me enter the pendopo. I took out my sampur to dance with the son of this sanggar. Kangeeenn once with this dance practice atmosphere.

"Lala how are you?" ask Mrs Joyo when the training session is over.

"Good Ma'am.... Lala was kangen." I said as I hugged her. Miss Joyo patted my back. While rubbing it a few times. He is my oldest dance teacher. I don't know from when I entered his hangar. What is clear from me is that I began to be able to remember, until I graduated SMK.

"Enak attended the Art Institute?" ask her. I'm nodding.

"If I used to call SMK xx a paradise for art lovers, then my campus this time is the highest heaven for traditional art lovers. We were given a container, given a place, given facilities to art well, ma'am" I said. Mrs Joyo smiled. We both sat down. Enjoy the atmosphere of magrib on the edge of the pendopo.

"La, you want to dance in the palace? There will be a memorial ceremony for the Sultan to ascend the throne. I think they are less dancers, but you have to go back and forth here and campus. This dance is sacred dance. The training must also be a certain day." explained Mrs Joyo.

"Truly Lala can nari Bedhaya?" tanyaku. Guessing the dance you mean. Bu Joyo nodded steadily. Without thinking for long I would. I know very well what dance to dance. The dream dance of the dancers in this city. Me included. I'm excited not to play. Distance problem??? No problem... shouldn't there be sacrifices in every action??

***

I brought Bu Joyo into the palace to meet with the dance coach there.

"You're the grandson of the late Cakrajiya, right? Son of Raden Revan," guess the dance coach. I nodded and smiled. Several times I attended Mbah kung and Mama attended the regular meetings they attended.

"That was when I was a child, but you still remember me Mom" I said with an embarrassed smile. He was smiling too.

"Your face has not changed much Nduk, much like your mother" he said, stroking my face. I was accepted by the dance team without much consideration. The hereditary noble title of Mbah Kung was a plus for me.

I took the Bedaya dance practice once before returning to the campus. It's really not an ordinary dance. The sacred and magical atmosphere is very thick felt. Even during training it is very felt. The merchants (gamelers) are specially appointed and only certain people. Deg degan and fun. This is my achievement again in the field of dancing.

***

It's time to come back after the semester break. Just like other mothers, Mama gave me a lot of supplies to dikos. Starting from rice, faforit snacks, fast food side dishes, to full bushels of Soto Mbah Mar.

"I'm just going to the neighboring town. Don't do it this way" I protested.

"Lebay. Here you need to post later," Mama ngeyel. She is a tough leader in the company, but still mommy's mom is crumpled at home. Hector laughed sinisterly at the front of my bike full of Mama's food.

"Ape Luu!!!" I said sambi slitting. He just laughed.

Aunt Ine is coming. Gave me some packs of nitips with Farel.

"Nitip ya La, continue to persuade Farel to want to go home. Tell him to call his mother. Don't call me for money" Aunt Ine said at length. I bengong. So all this time Farel was still given the same money Aunt Ine, but he didn't I never be given money again???

I drove almost three hours on a motorcycle. Finally got in front of my room. Nita and Lola had a nice chat in front of the hostel. Prepare for morning college.

They do not go home every week or vacation. He said it's better to have a vacation at the boarding house than at home.

"Back home, Mama" sneered at Lola while looking at the cardboard mama.

"Yes, from my mother's village," I said as much as possible. Makes two of my best friends.

I went into my room and put my backpack together to get ready for college. Put down your mama's cardboard and take it from Aunt Ine.

"Well at breakfast?" I asked Lola and Nita.

We have a famous breakfast of rice that is cheap and delicious.

"Lala, breakfast too?" greet Riko. I'm just a mangosteen with a mouth full of rice. Two of my friends were following each other. Riko sat on the bench in front of me without excuse.

"Back home to La?" Riko asked while staring at her plate.

"Yes, if you don't go home you can take the first lady" I replied. Riko smiled.

"Mommy's son apparently," commented Riko.

"Not a mother's child, but a dear child mami. So if you don't go home, you'll find" my correction. He smiled and a mangosteen.

"Well to go home at what time? Can you come by your kos? I-I," asked Riko I immediately cut.

"Son, my boyfriend will be angry," cut me off quickly.

"Ow, do you have a boyfriend?" ask Riko. There was disappointment in his eyes.

"Udah dong, I'm beautiful," I replied ostentatiously. Two of my friends giggled.

We'll pay for our breakfast, but prevented the same Riko.

"Udah Buk, I paid for their breakfast" Riko told the seller's mother. I'm willing to pay for it myself. Two of my friends were not even disturbed.

"Thank you, Riko, tomorrow again" said Nita. I was confused myself.

"Udah don't hesitate. Go to class there," Riko said to me.

"Thank you, brother, for the breakfast treat" I said at last. Riko smiled sweetly.

"Same Raden Ajeng Vanila Jean Alie," said Riko mentioned my peerage. Made my two friends look over.

"Reden Ajeng?" Lola commented while looking at me.

Their faces are at their maximum. I just smiled at Riko. How the hell did he know there was that title?

It was me in the dressing room with Nita. This morning we were nari. Replace leging, wear pulling, and setagen. Let's just be the three of us huddle up here.

"You have no noble descendants? How can you never tell a story?" ask Nita kepo. Lola looked at him the same way.

"Not a high degree. Yes the story is that my late mbah was a concubine's son, my papa automatically had the title Raden. I think my son inherited that title too. That's it. I'm a stranger to being called that" I explained. They're mangosteen mangosteen.

"Enak ya La so you, already beautiful, rich, noble boy again. Riko's sister's pantes are chasing you" said Lola.

"Hahahaha not that time either. Everyone must have Lol's problem. It may not be that smooth, either," I replied while changing leging, but there was something strange.My leggings resembled aladin pants. So loose.

"Back Laa is my leg, this pantes legging does not enter my leg," said Lola while pointing to the leging she wears only limited to the knee.

"You're like pepes later if you wear Lala's leging," said Nita. The three of us giggled in the dressing room. My posture and Lola's posture are very different. I'm a small flat, big tall Lola tends to be fat.