Lala The Dancer

Pamite

Afternoon. I sat facing the beach. Waiting for a beautiful sun set. The horizon ahead is yellowing. The sun prepares to sleep in its contest, exuding a soft cloud. Getting ready tomorrow shows up. It is the source of life for the universe. Farel sat beside me.

"La, we are yuk" said Farel. I laugh.

"We're still Rail boys. Just got into second grade Junior High," I replied.

"Yes not papa. Just love monkeys first," said Farel do not want to lose.

"I think we're too small to be made up of Rel, just deket temen first. Friendship is good now" I said. Farel pouting.

"And just love monkey Laa. Your father threatened me." he said again. I laugh. Farel had a long conversation with Papa. Hihihihi Papa is that. Soft inside firmly outside. Though Papa did not say anything about me, but the shrimp threatened Farel.

"Who tries the brave macem macem with AKBP boy Revan Aji Pratama. It could break my neck" Farel said. I laughed at the laugh.

He raised his little finger. I smiled as I clenched my little finger.

"You're my first boyfriend" Farel said with a cheerful smile.

"You too" I replied. We then laughed together. Enjoy the rest of the afternoon by joking about anything on the beautiful beach.

What kind of a date??? I don't know. But I have promised to date healthy to two very meaningful people in my life. Mama and Mbah Kung.

I had my day as usual. Nothing has changed from 'my events' with Farel. Mama's watching me tight. But with me being with Farel many friends who like to bully me away. Farel was always my advocate at school.

***

A year later.....

The school holidays to the third grade this time sepesial. I was appointed to be one of the dancers who welcomed the president.

"This is a good opportunity for us. Let's prove it. Good practice really is son." Said Mrs Joyo.

I went home to practice at Farel's pick-up. This is our final training before next week's performance. He can bring his own bike now. I'm still in the process of seducing Mama. Hihihi

"Jajan krepes first in front of the pendopo," I said as I rode on his sidewalk.

"Basic crepe man," said Farel mocking. I clenched his head with a helmet. He's even ngakak.

"Not sick is stupid" said Farel casually. I laugh.

"This one hurts. Sure me!" I said recklessly pinched his waist. He complained and hit me in the back of my head which was also wearing a helmet.

"Ouch!!" my reflexes covered my head and pitched. Stupid, but not sick. We laughed after that.

This is the first time I can go together with Farel. Usually there is always a companion either Mama or Mbah Kung. We are still afraid of excessive physical contact, as our friends do when dating. Be like this.... Dating, but tabokan tabokan. There is no sweetness. Haha.....

Back home there were guests. The same car a few years ago. Hahhh. Sure me.

"Look yuk!" take me to Farel.

"That must be Vano and his parents. Regular dinner here most of the time," I explained. Farel just nodded. Several times he had heard the story of the Vano family who had dinner here. Or we who visit his house for dinner there.

"When La is, I don't feel good" said Farel, then headed home.

I entered the house to greet guests. He also had to shake Vano. He did not immediately remove our hands. A grimacing smile showed his neat white teeth. I jerked my hand violently. The hand was also cut off. Shitty indeed.

"Lala can't be like Mas Vano" my mother rebuked me. Nyebelin emang in the acute stage. He's the one who's ignorant, I'm the one who's reprimanded. Papa watched Vano.

Apparently they came to leave Vano to Papa.

"He'll be in court later. There's no Van lattice?" ask Om Dedi.

"Yes still the same as we used to be to Ded, I also can not help or love the grid. I'm just an instructor there" Papa replied.

"Yes, leave Vano there. If you're a naughty jeweler," said Om Dedi.

"definitely. If you are naughty you know for yourself the punishment is not just a jewel," replied Papa. Dad and Dad laughed together. Dinner as it used to be continued with a light talk. I was too lazy to follow him. Mbah Kung has also been allowed to enter the room. I'd like to go in the room too. Sleep and good dreams.

Vano stopped me from going into the room. Clutching tightly to my hand hanging on the door.

"I want to say goodbye. I'll rarely be seen coming to dinner tonight" said Vano, looking at me. His face looks really.

"Trus?" answer's short. Trying to pull my hand out of his grasp. Can't do... He gripped so hard.

"I'm sorry that all this time always makes you upset" Vano said later. I looked at him in wonder. He knew I was wrong, but kept doing shitty things. Fucking weird. Suddenly his face approached. Peeking my cheek short. Cold lips stuck to my cheeks for a few seconds. I flinched backwards. We looked at each other for a long time. She smiles.

"You are the same as your name. I like it," he said then left me still dumbfounded. This is the first time a guy has kissed my cheek besides Papa and Mbah Kung. Farel has never done it. Haaa why so hot, shy, weird gini?? That night I woke up. It's hard to sleep because of Vano's short kiss. I feel so stupid.

***

The staging day arrives. We'll nari Gambyong. A special dance of welcoming important guests. With a yellow green costume. This dance is characteristic of the movement of the legs, arms, and head. A look at the eyes that follow the fingertips while dancing. Gendhing Pareanom will start our dance.

My body trembled a little as well while dancing. Nervous dick. There is pride to be able to dance in front of the president. Hihihi is arrogant. And I'm sure Mbah Kung saw me dancing with pride. Gendhing began to flow..... And we started to gently dance.

Nalika nira ing dalu

wong agung sangsah....

We dancers are required to dance with supple, kenes, kewes, and trunk. Yellow and green clothes signify fertility and prosperity. With a gedhe-buntlet and a face that is as beautiful as possible.

The applause ended our dance. I saw the President applauding too. Aaaa once again I feel satisfied dancing. There is a satisfaction when finished dancing and those who watch give appreciation.

"We tos first tos first," said my friend noisily after our performance. We formed a circle and held our hands in the middle.

"Sanggar xxx success, jaya, best!" we said while soaring.

As usual Mbah Kung accompanied me with his aunt's smile. His late health was somewhat disturbed, but still very eager to accompany me dancing. Wherever, whenever.