My Husband is a Ningrat

Chapters 129. [ Ubo rams ]

This morning Kaysan drove me to the back gate of the house I was going to stay in for a week here. In the car, he kept giving me encouraging words, many times kisses also landed all over my face, until the powder I was wearing faded due to his longing lips.

This old building with Dutch architecture looks creepy to me. Because, nothing has been seen ubo ramp that was placed in front of my room. I still hesitated to open it, until a courtier greeted me.

"Please come in, Gusti Raden Ayu." The servant opened the creaking door. I glanced at it and nodded. This building, my God. I just want to go home.

Realizing the look on my doubtful face, the courtier smiled. "Nothing to be afraid of."

I was stunned, "Home there is Mbok Darmi, if here what is the name of the symbok?" [Simbok is usually used to call the mother of the old generation ]

"Mbok Ningsih."

I nodded and smiled faintly, "Thank you Mbok Ningsih and greetings."

"There are clothes ready. Replace it, after this the symbol will take you around." I realized that my satchel was still on my left shoulder. I smiled wryly, my fear making me a little dazed.

The special clothes I wear are the rags that I have to use with the kemben mode. While my hair should be carried plain, of course I can not be alone, I was helped Mbok Ningsih.

Mbok Ningsih smiled. "It's so pretty, it's worth the prince's heart." My face blushed, "Mbok Ningsih already knows, your presence here is nothing more than a test you have to undergo. There are times when people have to prove it. So that, people can judge, mergo wong urip iku wangsinawang."

I nodded, other than just being able to surrender, I could only obey. "Apart from your feet, let's go for a walk. Lots of interesting stuff here." Mbok Ningsih smiled.

What I learned at home I really apply here. From starting to walk with grace, a smile that is glued, submissive with the older, to breathing even I set in such a way. Even though inside my chest was rumbling like the belly of a mountain ready to explode.

Every step of my foot could be being graded secretly. Lots of eyes watching you now. However, there are circumstances that make me not budge, from a small child whining, an elderly who has difficulty walking, to a foreign tourist who needs a language translator.

Armed with the maps and knowledge I got on campus and Kaysan, I started guiding the foreign tourist around the Keraton.

"No, sir. It's free." I pocketed my hand as this swarm of foreign tourists from Europe wanted to give me travel tips that they found enjoyable. Though sometimes I stammered explaining the objects on display and important spaces in this palace.

"You're still young, but why you want to be a courtiers?" [You're young, but why do you want to be a courtier?"]

Unconsciously I shrugged my shoulders.

"It's just a challenge. Before I can get a position, I have to dedicated myself to this palace." [It's just a challenge. Before I got my position, I had to dedicate myself to this palace ]

"How old are you?"

"Turn 21 years old, march."

"Amazing, in the palace need more courts like you. Beautiful and smart."

I laughed, my mind who would. Girls my age are still so cool to wade through the hearts for the hearts of men.

The road ends with a selfie together. They kept insisting on giving me tips instead of buying drinks. I slipped her two euros between the bars in front of my breasts.

Under the old mango tree, I went back to meet Mbok Ningsih and gathered with other Estri courtiers. But my mind drifted somewhere. Until the Ayahanda group came from the south side. Some courtiers rushed to Ayahanda after getting an order from the Patih to gather. My eyes are poking around, that means including me?

We do dhodhok practice, because I am not used to almost straying, until the courtier behind me has to support my back. "Ati-ati lan waspodo."

We clenched our hands together in front of our faces, after which we heard the word. We were asked to prepare everything, because tomorrow there will be a special banquet for the great guest.

Before Ayahanda retreated, Ayahanda told me to come closer. "Sendiko dhawuh, Ay... Sendiko dhawuh Gusti." I lowered my head, forgetting that I was having a show.

All eyes were on me, I was honestly embarrassed, what else was wearing an open shirt like this.

Father smiled, "This child is the student of choice, of course if you have chosen it must be qualified."

I nodded, "Rinjani is ready, Gusti."

After the departure of Ayahanda. I was taken by Mbok Ningsih to a place where we had to prepare everything.

It's noon and I haven't seen a lunch schedule yet, and I'm hungry. Hasn't ordered Father to make me an opening dancer to make my stomach acid increase. I was nauseous, my body was sweating cold sweat.

My God, sometimes my mind wants to give up, my soul is tired, but my footsteps have come so far. Sleaking, limping, tripping, tumbling, getting kicked, it's normal. Have made love many times, have memorized the rhythm of the bed Kaysan, have memorized all the moles in his body. Moreover the size of ****** ********. Love is like durian fruit. Sharp outside sweet inside. This relationship is like putting together pieces of cloth using a needle. It takes something sharp to form a beautiful and uniform pattern.

"Ehm... Mind don't be empty." That twilight smile increasingly showed concerned veins.

"Eh. yes Mbok. Jani is hungry, said Mas Kaysan should not be late to eat." I complained like a grandchild to Grandma.

"Awhile more. We'll finish the job." Inevitably, various types of fruits, flowers, other tasty dishes should be immediately placed in the containers. I should not complain, even when I did not know Kaysan I had often enjoyed salt rice and fast impromptu because I did not have money.

The sun is leaning towards the west, some trays of yam yam for offerings and Do'a shipments have been placed in the pendopo agung. Not to forget the sprinkling of jasmine flowers has been spread between the yam rempe, as well as the burning incense smoke.

Mbok Ningsih chanted Do'a as a form of worship, while I just guaranteed it. Already generally, the ubo rempe is placed in a sacred place or wingit. As a form of mutual respect, love, and respect among living things.

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This time my greatest fear was not failure, but sleeping in a strange place alone. Without a gadget, without a protector, without affection, only on this little lamp I hang hope. Hope not to die in the middle of the night. I'm not afraid of failure, but I'm still afraid of mystical things. Including the bathroom splashing water can not be silent.

After the dawn prayer, I packed myself up. Sleeping here is like an adventure in the middle of the forest. The wind that blows, the sound of crickets that are seaing, to the sound of horses! My heart is grinding disco.

If I could choose, I would correct my words and cancel the competition. If it ends seven days and seven nights I do a guts test.

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My footstep towards the soup kitchen, the kitchen where the courtiers of Estri cooked the dish we had concocted yesterday afternoon. I the onion can only obey with other elders. Either help or even damage the dish, which is important my hands ubet.

My eyes can only record, while my hands can only imitate.

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Apart from the soup kitchen, I was dribbled to the make up room, where I had to prepare for dancing.

Finished in make up, I hope anxious. A small mistake will make my value decrease. "Don't be so sweet." Mbok Ningsih held out a warm tea. I reach. It calmed down a little as this warm tea slid down my throat.

"What time is it, Mbok?"

"A little while."

I smiled wryly, and I was anxious.

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Ubo rampe is a food dish that belongs to the category of offerings in the form of fruits, market snacks, rice tumpeng, etc. Including flowers, incense and cigarettes. Not only about kejawen, ubo ramp aims as a medium for do'a to appreciate between His creation, nature and God.

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