My Husband is a Ningrat

Chapter 83. [Strong recipe for King ]

...Rain subsides....

All of a sudden I ran towards the motor park. Could be bad if late, ringing my head by Mother and Tuniang Dewi. It is impossible that the first day of dance practice is too late, later it is said to be undisciplined.

Kaysan is still being packed, I see his car is still parked specifically by lecturers and rectors. The car was wet, there were still many water circles attached to the body of the car, as many longing circles dripping from my body, not nearly countless.

The motor darted out of the area, my mind drifting towards Nakula. Has the sister-in-law been looking for a hostel for me, as well as the furniture. If I stay at home I will ask. The important thing is to practice dancing first, mewling my stiff body like a dry canoebo. If I have to practice dancing, it means my time is getting divided. Perhaps also the time with Kaysan is getting eroded.

The motor stopped right at the intersection of the road, beside me there was a motor like Vespa owned by Nanang. I saw him, he just showed his flat face.

"Wanna go home?" my many.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Be careful."

"You too. Slippery streets."

I just nodded, the light turned green. I pushed my bike towards the big house. However, reflected from the rearview mirror, the direction of Nanang's motor is also visible still behind me.

This is not the road to his house. Then where is he going, if it's like this I can't stop at the front gate of the main house. I chose to go through the back door, more twisting than usual.

It looks like Nanang is still following the direction of the road earlier. I sighed, my inner safety.

This back door is someone who guards, his name is Mr. Somat. Unlike the front door guards who are a bit cool with me. Mr. Somat is more relaxed. Because it is too relaxed, it looks like a thick stomach, the work is just coffee, snacking the same open the gate. Because the back door is intended to go in and out of the courtiers and other workers in this house.

"Loh, cah ayu. Why is it this way?" Mr. Somat opened the gate after I knocked on the door.

"Everal times, Sir. Please bring the motor inside, sir. Thank you." I said, handing over the keys and walking towards the back house.

It looks Mbok Darmi who is chewing betel and betel nut, but his hands are busy making potions.

"At what, Mbok?" my many.

"You, haha ayu. Make your father and husband." I frowned, I saw one by one the ingredients prepared Mbok Darmi, 40 betel leaves, 40 peppercorns, 40 onions.

"A lot of it, Mbok. How feels?"

"It should be a symbol that asks, what does it feel like after your husband drinks this potion?"

"Pantes, manteb Mbok." I gave a thumbs up, smiled sumringah, as well as ngenes.

Mbok Darmi chuckled, stuck his finger on my forehead, "You should also drink some herbs, Mbok make them."

"Good, Mbok. But I don't want anything like this. Must be sore and bitter."

"After this herb is boiled, it will be filtered, then mashed. Condensed all night, the next day your father and husband will drink."

I nodded, I think every morning before leaving for work Kaysan drank Ocha tea, it turned out to be a powerful herb. After that every night I was battered all out. Scary.

"Good, Mbok. Jani wants to practice dancing first."

"Beware of Dewi Sekartaji."

"Why, Mbok?" Suddenly I was frightened.

"If she's dancing she's fierce."

I smiled, being in this neighborhood in galak'i seems like a commonplace thing.

"Gallags are like Mbok Darmi, right?"

Mbok Darmi nodded, then brought one of the herbs to the cauldron.[besek ; a container made of woven bamboo, used for sagging or boasting ]

"Go take a shower, take a big shower! Do your duty." It is true said Mbok Darmi, not nothing Tuniang Dewi has been fierce.

I'm nodding. I finally went to my room, fulfilling my duty. Including a big shower. Afterwards I left the room wearing only shorts and a black t-shirt.

Arriving at the back of the pendopo the smell of incense gushed into my nose. There are also setaman flowers placed along with burning incense.

Tuniang Dewi uses a rags along with kebaya clothes. Looks like it's going to go. Her hair that was long this morning, now she has a plain bun.

Tuniang Dewi looked at me and shook his head, "You want to practice dancing or you want to relax. Come here." Come here."

Tuniang Dewi opened his bag, took out a pull cloth with a different motive to the motif he was wearing.

"Listen carefully to Tuniang's advice. Here's to you, wear it like this if you want to practice dancing." The Goddess Tuniang wrapped the pullcloth around my waist, so tightly that my stomach was getting smaller.

"Don't forget to take a big bath according to your religion, especially after you have sex. Must be clean and fragrant."

I nodded, I smelled her scent so close to me. The aroma is typical of Balinese people, plus yellow frangipani flowers tucked in his ears.

His eyes were closed, his small pursed lips like a spell. Then his hand splashed water on my face, I was surprised for a moment.

"Here" he said, "Learn to walk." His order.

"Road?" many confusions.

"Yes." Yeah."

One step later I fell to the floor. It turns out that this snag complicates my steps. With great effort I tried to stand up.

"Try again." His word, while Tuniang Dewi sat down. His hands formed movements in dancing.

I remember my mother. He used to like to be trained if using a pull cloth. To walk is difficult, then how when dancing later. Mind runyam. Again I fell down, but as much as I could describe the smile, the painful smile holding the reddened palms.

"A dancer in the palace should look graceful, spoiled, weakly gurgling, and alluring. Every movement of his body should be in rhythm, which is flexible."

I tried to stand up again.

"Keep walking exercises, occasionally bend your knees, put your feet together. If necessary while turning."

I nodded while continuing to practice walking. Gusti, if not for the decree of all the owners of power in this house. I'd rather dance on the clouds, or dance Poco-Poco with Kaysan.

In this back pendopo there is no Javanese Gending accompanying our dance, only the sound of Tuniang Dewi who occasionally snapped at me or even danced alone.

I was stunned, with his weak body trembling. Especially when he was doing pacak gulu movement, while his pupils moved themselves. I so wanted to run.

"Walking using a pull cloth is a basic exercise. There are other body movements. Today this is all that Tuniang taught, remember. The faster you can walk without falling, the faster you learn other gestures."

I sat down in front of Tuniang Dewi.

"Thank you, Tuniang. Jani will train even more." I bowed respectfully.

Tuniang Dewi commented with a smile, "You know cah ayu. Tuniang's first granddaughter a few days ago had just been born. Women, white like you. His name is Kencana Sari. My granddaughter will also learn to dance like you, even among our family dancing is an important thing to do. After Tuniang successfully trained you to dance, Tuniang will return to the griya to train the granddaughter to dance early."

I'm nodding. Because this is all I can do.

"Life in the kingdom is hard, so be patient."

"Well Tuniang, thank you for taking the time to teach Rinjani to dance."

Tuniang Dewi nodded, "Suniverse Suksma Matur."

[The herb was a powerful herbal herb ala Raja Paku Buwono X, from the court of Surakarta Hadiningrat. One of the kings who had the most concubines during his reign. ]