My Husband is a Ningrat
Part special IV.
...Kidung ketresaning cotton...
...Yayah nglamong without a victim...
...Hingan silarja...
...Satata...
...Ruksa rakiting rackets...
...Hold tumaneming elbow...
...Karasuk sakeh...
Tembang Asmaradana is chanted with a regular rhythm by a sinden who has a beautiful face. Sinden is not a stranger to me or my family. She Anisa, was sitting together while observing the sheet of paper containing the song lyrics that she had to sing.
After breaking up with Nanang five years ago, Anisa applied for a job as a courtier Keraton. He was chosen to be a young sinden to be an example that even the young can be sinden accompanists graceful step nan flexible palace dancers.
As the opening event where the beginning of the people's party held Ayahanda. Kaysan mas and I gave a performance in the form of a dance that was quite worrying because I had to be the palanquin by someone before I had to dance with Kaysan mas.
Stroke his feet and highlight his eyes giving firmness as well as tenderness. Mas Kaysan looks dashing, must be his face also polished with makeup. His flexible hands stretched out to welcome my defeat.
I held Kaysan's hand, we both smiled and bowed respectfully after dancing a dance called Beksan Janaka Suprabawati.
The dance that tells the story of Goddess Suprabawati who fought Raden Janaka in the fight to seize Dewi Siti Sundhari who wants to be married by Prabu Dasalengkara brother of Dewi Suprabawati. While Dewi Siti Sundhari was married to Raden Janaka's sister. In the fight between the two, Dewi Suprabawati was fascinated with the good looks of Raden Janaka. He was conquered by the king of Simbarmanyura and taken to the palace to be married by Raden Janaka.
The boisterous sound of standing ovations from the audience became a gift for both of us. We bowed while smiling widely.
From the direction of entering the stage, Father and Mother walked up to the two of us, followed by our beloved children behind him.
I welcome Suryawijaya and Pandu Mahendra who wear kejawen clothes. They both look cute and adorable. The Dalilah is no doubt. He snatched the mic available in front of the stage to voice his heart.
"Duhai audience.. Allow me to introduce myself in front of an esteemed audience. My name is Raden Ajeng Dalilah Sekar Kinasih Putri Adiguna Pangarep. I am the first grandson of Eyang Kakung and Eyang Putri Sultan Agung Adiguna Pangarep. I have two younger brothers named Raden Mas Suryawijaya Putra Adiguna Pangarep and Raden Mas Pandu Mahendra Putra Adiguna Pangarep. Let us introduce ourselves as the future successor to the throne of Hadiningrat."
I lowered my head, can't my beloved daughter not make the atmosphere into an uproar like now.
Mas Kaysan who saw it only smiled understandably. He still holds the shoulders of his two sons.
Father pushing his mother's wheelchair. The two of them were beside Dalilah who was still showing her cheerful smile. No load.
Ayahanda took over the mic and sighed before uttering her speech.
"Thank God, some of the work has been taken over by my beloved grandson." Ayahanda smiled kindly among the noisy spectators who crowded the square.
"Make them my children and my grandchildren. They're..." Ayahanda pointed at me and Kaysan, "will replace my throne which I will pass tomorrow in the golden ward." said Ayahanda straightforwardly, some spectators then fell silent.
"Take my son, as King and Queen! Because I am Sultan Agung Adiguna Pangarep decided to put the crown of the King and was replaced by my son Gusti Prince Haryo Kaysan Adiguna Pangarep. I must accompany my wife who has given up as her soul to devote herself to me. It's time for us both to enjoy the twilight with our beloved family. Allow me and my wife Juwita Ningrat to say goodbye to all the people who have supported the long journey of bringing this palace to an advanced civilization. Allow my son Kaysan to continue with the mandate I am giving. Accept my children as I protect my people during my leadership. Please accept, Sultan Agung Kaysan Adiguna Pangarep and Gusti Kanjeng Ratu Rinjani Hadiningrat as King and Queen."
Ayahanda sighed after her speech was over. He threw the white rose that Dalilah brought in his bread basket.
Today is not the release of the official Ayahanda crown, because the purpose of holding this folk feast is to reintroduce me and Kaysan mas.
Many people seem to forget the incident last time. I don't know why I'm a little relieved.
Father and Mother returned to the seat provided by the event organizer. So do I and my family.
We accompanied them for a while because the peak of the event will still be held until midnight. Sandratari show was only as an opening, after which many guest stars will enliven the event today.
Various musicians from the subgenre are still on the backstage. Call it Sheila on 7, Endang Soekamti, Nella charisma, Soimah and do not miss the metal music that will be performed by Down For Life.
I smiled as Kaysan continued to hold my hand.
"Don't prance" he whispered in my ear.
"Yes." I replied while nodding. But in my heart something was already stirring. It feels like my soul is already impatiently enjoying the distortion of the electric guitar.
I held my smile even more when the band from Solo city was already playing his instrument. The warm-up made me bite my finger.
"Surely Rinjani can only be silent?" many ensure. Who knows if my husband still allows me to shake my head.
"Later the bun is dislodged, the return is sagging. What do you want to show me? It's all deflated!" mas Kaysan said heartless.
I closed my eyes, breastfeeding three children turned out to make my breasts shrink from the original size.
"Mas was just kidding... But try to refrain if in front of many people. You. Not Rinjani the metal boy anymore. You are a role model!" mas Kaysan pinched my nose.
I enjoy all the musicians who have shown their performance in silence. But it was not Pandu who let his mother sit quietly.
The tertakilan boy was already on stage while participating in joget ria.
"Whose son is that, Mom?" manya.
"Whose son yes, brother. Mas does not know." replied Mas Kaysan who held a smile.
"Your two boys are so much fun. Look, the sway like already memorized with jogetan rarely shake." timpal Mother.
"For he often saw his wife Pak Parto joget-joget in the back house, Mother. Forgive me.." I said softly.
"Prophey yes, Nduk. The child is a test. You also have to be patient with the three of them."
Me and Kaysan nodded. Mother and Father said goodbye after giving a message and announced tomorrow there would be a press conference in the courtyard of the Kencana ward.
Now the night is getting colder. I'm looking for Pandu to take her home. Mas Kaysan was looking for Dalilah who turned out to be engrossed in selfies with the artists involved in this event.
Only Suryawijaya did not do anything, he sat with his eyes drowsy.
"Kasian mas Surya is tired. Returning home." my ray which was rejected by Pandu Mahendra.
"Ndu. mau gital." he said slurred.
"Tomorrow morning Ndu, play guitar with om Nanang at home. Now Ndu, Madam Lilah, and Mas Surya are coming home."
Pandu still shook his head, "Ndu. mau gital."
Duh Gusti's... As ideas swirled in my head. I let out a breath.
"okay... Ndu sitting sweet. Bubu find a guitar!" I raised Pandu on the chair, accompanied by Suryawijaya who nodded understandingly with the look of my eyes.
Backstage, I was looking for the whereabouts of Eross Candra because soon Sheila on 7 will be enlivening the highlight of the show. I need his guitar to persuade Pandu Mahendra to come home.
"Lohs... Poh... Gusti ayu why seliweran here. If in gondol codot is troublesome."
I was alone, coincidentally a late time to meet with Mr. Duta.
"You need a guitar pinjem. Justjust please. My son doesn't want to go home sir if he hasn't played guitar."
"Yowes, let's go."
"Ning endi?"
"Singing!"
I followed the crew that helped SO7 on stage. Without the blessing of Kaysan mas I am now on stage carrying a mic in my hand. Really, I'm shaking. But it's wet. The call from the audience has cheered my body.
"What do you want to sing?" ask the Ambassador.
"A classic story."
...***...
...My handshake may be the last time. We talked about memory in those days....
...My hug also wiped my tears. We were moved as if we had never met again....
...Have fun... This is the day we miss....
...A classic story for the future....
...Have fun because this day we will miss, the day....
...See you, my friend....
...Smoga we always....
...A classic story for the future....
...Maybe I still want to be with you. Perhaps my soul is still thirsty for your adulation....
...Happy Reading 💚...
