My Husband is a Ningrat

Anthology of short stories [ Nanang VIII ]

Hammersonic.

"Crazy... The stage is so cool." I was amazed when I saw how enchanting the stage that will enliven the biggest metal music title in Indonesia today. The atmosphere has been heating up since then, since we arrived at the entrance to the Ancol carnival beach. A lot of people

The magnificent layout of the lights and the musical instruments carried directly by each filler band makes me even more lucky to be able to come here.

"Rinjani will not come here. He's too obedient with Kaysan." - Nina's timpal.

"He won't be lazy! Mas Kaysan replaced it with a walk to Bali. Honeymoon again." I said while photographing the atmosphere. These memories will be the wildest memories ever. Headbang with the accompaniment of music distortion from extraordinary bands that so shook Indonesian underground music lovers.

I'm goosebumps... There are a lot of local band members present here. We spill over wearing black clothes with fonts that are hard to read. Lots of puffs of cigarette smoke coming out of the mouth while enjoying the cool and hot beach air.

"Eat first yuk. The show is still a long time in the beginning." Take Nina. The metal hijabers were one of thirteen people who participated in the group. One of the metalheads who became the center of attention because wearing a hijab among those who choose to wear short and relaxed jeans.

Once I asked him about his love of metal music while he chose to close his aura. Nina just chuckled a little, "My religion told me to close the aurat since puberty, while my love for metal music was to know the other side of me. I like it like this is important, said the father to keep himself."

"Aren't you hanging out with guys?"

"As long as it's at a reasonable limit of risk. Most of you if no one likes kebablasin. I'm your security guard, let's go to heaven together!"

Nina is indeed noble-hearted, despite her intentions to diet a few weeks ago which made me seriously shocked. For days I had the terror of Kaysan and Rinjani if Nina went on a diet for me. Something far from my mind even today.

We choose to pull over around locations that have shade. Tired, tired, the smell becomes the dominance of the current state. We left last night by train because we did not plan to stay in the capital. After the event was over, the group and I decided to go straight back to Java.

"What's crazier than this show is the food. Very expensive ***! In Jogja pecel 25rb can dapet 5 packs already added fried food. Right here. Ambyar." grumbled one of my friends who immediately made everyone laugh.

"Your mother told you to yesterday bring a lot of food. Bring stock. Yawl!" timpal's his other friend.

"I'm a mother's son, but I'm ashamed, metal boy brought stock!" the argument that makes us laugh more, especially we talk with the Javanese language that makes some other visitors curious.

"The metal boy is also human. If hunger ends up just being difficult!"

"Haha... Really true!"

This joke is still a comforting thing while waiting for the dhuhur prayer time.

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THE DEATH WE TRUST

THE BRUTALITY WE BLAST

The voice echoed like the roar of a lion. Blaring full of spirit and sweat that poured with his speed. Urges are inevitable. We are vying for a leading place to watch incredible bands up close. There are indeed several stages provided by the organizers, and the Empire stage is the stage for the peak of the event.

Nina chose to keep our luggage and was away from the stage arena. He also brought my camera to document the event, while I was already shuffling into the mosh pit arena. Space full of freedom.

Who says the Ningrat child can not be like other children in general. Many are out there 'Ningrat' who choose to cover his identity for social equality in everyday life.

In the mosh pit arena, I can express joy as well as emotion, I can freely move agile like a round of gasing. Until finally, wild movements like a fist cannot be avoided.

I felt my nose ache and bleed.

I staggered out of the sea of men. All have been sedated by distortion to forget friends or opponents and that's a common thing that happens in the mosh pit arena.

My hands were covered in blood, I was confused to find a way out of him among the thousands of masses who were not

"HOT WATER! HOT WATER! Move over!" screams from my company friends. He embraced my shoulder while shaking off those who were blocking my path.

"Njirr! Sesok meneh nek arep ndelok metallan nganggo klambi kejawen karo gowo written by the son of the King. Men of uyel-uyelan rasah!" [ Fisting... Your face! Tomorrow again if you want to see a metalan wearing the same kejawen clothes carry the writing of the King's son. Let's be good don't need uyel-uyelan! ]

I didn't comment on his words. It's good to bring the King's son. What I have will be judged by many people. The King's son is in possession!

From a distance Nina had already seen my whereabouts. He got out of his seat and approached me.

"Can't you?" tanyakanya. I'm shaking.

"Checked, Nin. In medicine, he needs first aid!" restu. Name of my friend who has the mother of rice rames.

Nina just cleared her throat, she opened her backpack and picked up the P3K equipment. Restu waited a while to make sure I didn't need to be taken to the hospital. His attention does like to be excessive and sometimes make some women he approached to be a baper.

"I'll go first. My favorite band is on stage!" Restu passed away. While Nina was already preparing with a wet tissue in her hand.

"Sorry yes. It's not comfortable." said Nina. He watched my face closely as he cleaned the blood on my nose.

His patience and motherly attitude are not in doubt. Even when he was dating Aswin who included a typical bad boy.

Nina smiled, her cheeks looked even more so. Either the diet works or I don't care. Nina is a good friend to me.

"If it's still painful to take paracetamol" he said, putting a medicine on a bottle of mineral water.

I chuckled, "Please, Nin. May your kindness be rewarded with kindness."

"Amin." answered Nina briefly. The girl returned to tidying up her P3K box.

Because I was no longer interested in being in a crowd that was almost partly crazy. I decided to sit down with Nina. Kasian also he, all the way to the capital with an entrance ticket of more than one million just enjoy the excitement of this event alone.

It felt unfair, we had to enjoy it together like when we teased Rinjani who almost made him and Kaysan's mas quarrel.

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