My Husband is a Ningrat

Chapter 38. [Metal sak modare ]

Time has shown at half-eight in the evening. Om Seno is already scolding on his own stage. I just finished my shower. Replacing my attributes with a longslave and using army motif short cargo pants.

I came out from behind the stage, broke in among the other committee.

"Sorry om.. I took a shower earlier." I said to say a rant about Seno.

"Style, I'm so kringet ra problem. [i'm just bathing sweat no problem ]

"Well, um wes payu. Wes ndue. I hung koyo pemean." [Oh, it has already been sold. Already have 'Gorwo-sigarane nyowo/living partner', I'm hung like a clothesline ]

"Rinjani is looking for a mate, who wants to? Show me your charm." Om Seno makes a contest, crazy I thought. What if Kaysan finds out?

"Deadline to me."

I pointed at the clock that was spinning in my hand.

The strains of music distribution began to stomp slowly, the rhythm of the sound carried with seriosa tones or we used to call it with the genre of gothic metal began to amaze the audience.

There was applause from the audience who had poured into the auditorium. The night the audience grew.

I heard in the left corner of the stage while nodding my head slowly.

Thirty minutes they perform, now finally heading to the bands with the most music lovers. Most loved and awaited.

They thronged the lips of the stage, cringing among the rest of the audience. The more oxygen is scrambled, the denser the night it becomes like a black ocean. Their energy began to be spurred by high distrosions that were ready to burn souls. The blockade line began to overstretch the guardrail. Until making some of the committee outside, forced to be pulled in to help hold the iron fence. This was beyond our expectations as a committee.

On stage I began to feel the sensation, the atmosphere racing in a loud melody. But my body did not want to move from where I stood, I just enjoyed it with a smile.

"Not down?" Nina came up to me, she was carrying a P3K box. Aswin his girlfriend with red eyes joined the blockade line.

"It's delicious, Nin. I don't want to be swallowed up by a sea of humans who have become a bringas."

"Say your heart is out of sync with the situation.."

I chuckled, "You're good at guessing. I want closure first, Nin. Bye, don't forget the standby 1."

Nina nodded.

On stage, things have gone completely insane. Many spectators were screaming for water. Clenched his hands into the air and shouted "Dead Squad, Dead Squad, Dead Squad." Or raise his hand to the air with a metal finger 🤘

My voice and Om Seno were like in the roar of a voice. Lose 2 to hundreds of people who can't wait to hear the sound of their favorite band. The band was fronted by Stevi Item as guitarist, Daniel Mardhany as vocalist, Anak Agung Gde as base, Karis as second guitarist and Alvin as drummer.

"Patience, patience. Check the sound first."

"Jan, Jani. Before the closing band. Yesterday the sponsor wanted to take part in the closing of this event."

"Well, om. Gladi risk yesterday is not discussed with me." I said confused, even I just do not know who the sponsor.

I took the mic away from my lips, argued with Om Seno for a moment backstage.

"I forgot, Jan, suer." Om Seno raised his finger, Peace!

"What's the name of the sponsor, om? Edan, if you forget, tomorrow morning the incoming money can be asked again. A symbrono!"

"But he asked her to come out at the end of Jan's show, to be surprised."

"Surprise is this way, crazy added." I thought as I shook my head.

"MC where MC..." Shouted Dead Squad. I scratched my head, confused.

The committee team looking for sponsors finally came to me and om Seno.

"Sorry, sorry, he wants you Jan to read." My eyes were round, Iqbal handed me an appendix containing writing. I read it carefully.

"Related, bal. Is this our sponsor?" I want to confirm the reality I just got.

"Related, Jan. He himself had come to apply to become the main sponsor. So he asked to participate in the closing of this event, big money." Iqbal spoke steadily and with great pleasure. Because usually looking for a major sponsor is like looking for a needle in a haystack. It hard...

I advanced to the front of the stage, taking a sip of oxygen that was already mixed with a puff of cigarette smoke. As tight as my chest cavity was, the other tightness that I knew as the main sponsor was the sugar factory and the tea factory belonging to the Adiguna Pangarep family.

I gulped my hard-earned saliva, the screams from the audience could no longer be set. Bringas, hot, thirsty, hungry will obviously make them more and more blind. No matter the opponent or friend, their wild body will stomp following the guitar distrosi-distrosi that are getting louder night.

"I can't wait, I can't wait to see Dead Squad..." My screams, rumbling sounds are earthy.

"Let's give me five minutes to say the closing words. So please be patient for a minute, will you?"

The rumbling slowly began to muffle. I took a long breath, though,

"I want to say many thanks to the Metalheads who have come to this venue to enliven our event. From whatever scene you come from I don't care. What genre of music do you like, we are the same, we are servants of God who seek the way of life. If darkness covers you then look for a ray of light to heed your life. Thank you very much to all the sponsors who are willing to help us in organizing this great event, you are truly amazing." Rousing applause from the audience, burning the spirits tonight.

"For the owner of the sugar factory and the tea factory as the main sponsor tonight, if you are at the venue of this event. Please come here, chat with us for a while here..."

Everyone is in a race to find the person I mean. I do too, who says I don't miss. Even this miss has ruined my days.

My eyes wandered, until the man who wore black long cargo pants, wore a T-shirt with the logo of the Bandung band 'Jasad' and wore a leather jacket that crooked among the crowd.

I'm fascinated, this is the other side I've never seen from her. But I tried to hide my bright smile, trying not to know her.

"Sugar what's sweet." I shouted.

"Step my feet with you."

Kaysan swept away the mic that was near me.

"It turns out the sugar factory owner is sweeter than the sugar." I chuckle.

Crisp cheers from the audience made my knees even more limp. They don't know if I'm seducing my lover.

I tiptoed whispering in Kaysan's ear, "Do you want to be called father or om?"

Kaysan's eyes were round, "Call the mas."

"Well, for the venerable Kaysan. We know who you are, we know what you are doing on the land we are walking on. I represent the entire event committee and thank you very much for your great contribution to our event. Hopefully the sugar factory and tea factory that the Kaysan mas family was established will be more soaring and more prosperous. Ripah loh Jinawi. Thank you, greeting Rahayu to all of us."

I bowed in front of Kaysan.

The audience applauded loudly, the high distrosi-distrosi again stomped. Death metal technical began to anesthetize the body's soul that returned to heat up.

"I can't wait for her yelling..."

Dead Squad, Dead Squad, Dead Squad.

WATER, WATER, WATER.

Kaysan on stage just smiled, he really only needed recognition if he was behind the stage to help me. He supported me secretly.

Kaysan threw out a few bottles of mineral water.

"Mas, want a welcome." I ask you to be clean.

"No, just wanted to surprise you."

"Wow wow, I'm surprised" I said as I held onto my chest.

"Okay, our show closes with the final appearance of Dead Squad. Thank you all for your presence, come home safe."

Kaysan and I moved to the left side of the stage.

Clamoring while enjoying the crazed atmosphere.

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