My Husband is a Ningrat

Chapter 86. [ Dancing ]

After the Mall. Nakula still showed her pouting face. I realized the disappointment in his heart. No, if he should have bought Nike Air Jordan with a price of 70 million, now in his hand only covered shoes with the brand Converse with a price of 799rb, it also got two pairs. We buy shoes with the same model, it wants in exchange for disappointment in him.

"Nakul, tomorrow Maaktir bakso beranak. Near mailbox outlets. It's good." I said comfort him.

"Bakso we, ora gumun." Step away. [Bakso only, no wonder ]

"Enak you know, there's a fried meatball. Lots of school girls too, you can while looking for a boyfriend." I ran a little closer to him.

"Great, Ma'am. I take these shoes, and throw away the tailed mama's shoes." [great: don't want ]

"Nakula, don't be angry. Ma'am, I'm sorry."

"Stop it, Ma'am. It's there." Nakula flicked her hand. [stop ]

"Say you're not angry?"

"No!"

I'm reviewing the smile.

"Don't stumble."

"Hm."

Nakula went to her room, me too.

After I finished doing the big bath and rite my lunch with the owner of the universe.

I wrapped the pullcloth around my waist, after which I went out of the room to the back pendopo.

Tuniang Dewi like yesterday, using rags and kebaya, now his hands are holding Chinese incense. His mouth was chanting Do'a as if he was praying according to his religion. Tuniang Dewi is a Hindu. In his body is covered in Balinese customs, as well as the nobility that flows in his blood. It seems like Sang Hyang Widhi and the dancing god have given her the talent to become a dancer as well as a respected Brahmin.

I waited for him while sitting by the fish pond. I saw this fish fat, drenched in the idea of jail to hold it. I put my hand in the water, and the water started to wavy. My hands are running after the fish.

I was getting excited when a fish caught.

I carried him up into the air, the fish gasping. "You're fat, most pellets." I'm talking to myself. This koi fish is getting floundering, the more adorable it is.

"Put into the water, if you don't want to be angry with Kaysan."

Nakula came up to me, quickly picked up the koi fish and took it off into the water.

"Why?"

"The legacy of Mbak Nurmala Sari."

"Oh." I said go away from Nakula.

It is only fitting that Kaysan regularly feeds him, even if there is a quiet time he prefers to sit by the pool while staring at memory fish. So here's why.

...Something burned a part of my heart....

I met Tuniang Dewi, he had finished praying. Now he was ready with a blue scarf that he held around his neck.

"Want to dance?" ask me after sitting down in front of him.

"The world wants to ngibble your sister." Her smile expanded, while Nakula smiled wryly.

"Ngibing, what is Tuniang?"

"Bumbung jog dance, a dance performed in the style of a centile, slightly seductive against the dancer. You want to see the other side of Nakula?"

I nodded, I looked at Nakula who was sharpening her eyes at me. Maybe it means disagreeing. But I don't care, let's see if my sister-in-law is good at dancing.

Accompanied by the sound of traditional tools in the form of bamboo that is swiveled through active speakers. Tuniang Dewi started to wander her body, so exotic and meek. His smile was flirting with Nakula, who was seduced by the bending of her face. I laughed a little at Nakula. But my sister-in-law didn't just shut up when the shawl was hanging around her neck. His movements began to stomp on the floor, starting to reply to Tuniang Dewi's fluttering. They dance so epic.

I clapped my hands, stunned by the way Nakula responded to Tuniang Dewi's temptation. The way of dancing that still respects Tuniang Dewi as a teacher. Many times I gave my thumbs up to encourage Nakula, at the same time Sadewa came, sitting cross-legged near me.

"Cool." he said.

"Yes." I said while clapping as Nakula and Tuniang Dewi had finished their dance.

"That's great, you turned out to be flexible too, Nakul. Top markotop."

Nakula just smiled faintly. Like doing an exam, he managed to get an A+ score.

"What is Jathilan, Tuniang?"

"Jathylan? You haven't changed!"

The Goddess nodded in disbelief.

"Nakula, you can rest. While you are Sadewa and Rinjani. Follow the movements of the body of Tuniang. Remember the basic walking?"

"Remember!" Sadewa and I nodded.

There is no drumming or drumming accompaniment. Only accompanied by the gurgling fountain that glides in the pool of memories Kaysan and Nurmala Sari.

While practicing walking, my mind wandered on its own. The more I remember the more my heart burned. Until I did not realize that I had hit Sadewa and Tuniang Dewi in front of me. The three of us fell. I want to laugh but I don't want to. "Sorry."

The conscious Nakula sat looking, helping the Goddess Tuniang to stand up. Sadewa helped me, "Be careful, Ma'am."

The mood suddenly became rather gripping.

"It is difficult to be a dancer, let alone a dancer who must obey the pakem-pakem and the motion that has been arranged. Not many survive, because sometimes being a dancer is considered boring. Many who scorn, let alone being a ngibing dancer is certainly a lot of naughty men who tease, harass. But the rules of dance itself we need to preserve and guard. Many dancers still maintain ethics and aesthetics in dancing. You know Rinjani, Tuniang before like now has gone through a long process as a dancer."

I'm nodding. Regret is already reckless in practicing dancing. [ reckless : not careful ]

"It was just one of the dances of the homeland of Tuniang. Of course different from the dance you will do, mimic your face must emit pasemon or soul radiance. Your body has to be perpendicular but still trembling, still rilex. Don't be tense, if you're tense with your husband." The Goddess smiled slightly.

"One more ayu. Practicing dancing it should Sawiji mean focus, full concentration but no tension. 

Greged as a spirit of restrained, earnestness to achieve goals. 

Unrest means self-confidence without arrogance. Ora cheating as toughness, remain responsible and not discouraged when facing difficulties." The Goddess's voice slapped my shoulder.

"Tuh, Mbakyu. Listen, don't just think about when Kaysan's coming home." little cecar Sadewa chuckled at me who was just a beard.

"Young?" call me.

"What's the matter ayu?" the answer.

"Is 5 are² really equal to 1M?"

Tuniang Dewi smiled, then he flicked his shawl.

"Already know still ask, 5 are² is equal to 500 m². The land that your husband bought will be Tuniang to make a temple to worship the Sudra caste and dance sanggar. You should be proud of your husband. Your husband has given a great capital to make many children become dancers like you." [sudra caste: the lowest caste in Bali ]

"Sir, how much money does Kaysan actually have?"

"Secret, if you knew it would faint. Ma'am, it's tacky."

"Well, can it be really my metal cattle. Koi fish means nothing. We'll just fry."

"Say it jealous, it's complicated!"

"Jealous sign of love."

"Don't be a short wick, a tacky base."

"Biarin, you singles!" I stick out my tongue.

"Jomblo free." Nakula is arrogant.

I screeched, "Style, don't want you out..." I paused my words. Nakula seemed suddenly lethargic.

"Baperan's bottom." I said, trying to stand up.

"Young man, let's practice again."

"The world wants to eat baby meatballs. Near mailbox outlets."

Nakula and I patted the eel, throwing a glance. Before we all laughed together.

"What are you laughing at?"

"You, njathil there." [njathil/jathilan is a traditional art dance spread in many parts of Java island with different names ]

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