Love verses began to spread Monkey love. And spread since grade 2 SMA 3 Bandung. Favorite high school in Bandung.
At that time, there was a sunset at Sim Kuring the house. Sipping the conscious air, you could see the young men in hats and glovers. The girls are veiled. The youths know each other forever, while the young people know them. To their surprise they are beautiful. Especially someone's radiant face, charming smile, alluring glances in his eyes. Everything that arises in it is beautiful. Later, Sim Kuring found out that her name was Kasita, her geutgeut nickname was Nyai, a 6th grade girl in elementary school.
At that time I felt the seeds of love starting to grow. It turned out that they were students at the At Tawakal Mosque, a mosque only 50 m from the front of the house. It is so surprising that I doesn't know it.
This knowledge I conveyed to Kang Djodjoh, while expressing Sim Kuring's wish, to move from Al Fatwa Mosque to At tawakal Mosque. He agreed.
After entering as a Santri at the At Tawakal Mosque, there was something very surprising, one by one reciting the recitation in A large 30 Juz quran. And on average, their voices are melodious, especially a girl named Ikah, your halimpu voice.
At that time, Alif-alifan had the new Kuring Sim Koran, knowing that he often changed places to change teachers. At best, the Quran is in Juz Amma, it memorizes cangkem. "Jag Ayeuna is bagean Ujang Koran," said Ustadz Sholih, a reciting teacher.
"Another time for ngabandungan jang" That is what he is expected to open the introduction, must be in touch with each other.
Finally I started hooking up with Nyai Indian girl. Indeed, the beauty that can only be found in Indian films, and her main star, Just three times in love, has the reaction of Dedi Hideung, called Dedi Hideung because of his black skin.
He made a confession that the girl was his Kabogoh. But Sim Kuring ignored him. Second reaksi from Singgih Busuka, Brother of Simkuring Class from SMP 4 Bandung. That day, he deliberately skipped his pesantren. Chanced upon a Kuring Sim under a bodas guava tree.
"Jang aya picarioseun" he started the conversation.
"Aya naon Ngih?" "Urang streets Jang" "Hayu"
Finally we took a walk together along the street of Karees, but he was still silent. The Way of Karees has run out. Now we are walking along the Gatot Subroto road and have gone along. Now the road is cukang teak, but he remains silent. Until finally arrived again under the bados guava.
Teg! Kuring Sim's heart was beating, this must be the Indian Girl's problem.
"About Si Nyai, Here , I guesses"
"Rigth Jang. Si Nyai id my girls friend
"The suspicion that I was not missed.
"A, Si Nyai the is different, then you can give it a gift. "
Even so, Sim Kuring intends to leave Si Nyai, because Sim Kuring, who is a foodie, is estimated by Si Nyai, Nyaeta yeti, Si Mata Belo (horse boy).
One day we were doing the Tagonian (Band Cabok) program on Jalan Kahuripan Private Radio. At that time the only public transportation was Bemo. It didn't go through the Kahuripan road, so we walked hand in hand, even though the distance was far.
In short our performance was a huge success. Especially the songs sung by the melodious voice, always provoking the sound of applause from the audience. When Dedi came home, he approached Sim Kuring with a large package filled with food, it turned out that there was Odading Pa Musa, whose top was at that time. "Jang Ka Si Nyai keun!" Sim Kuring narima, it happens that Si Nyai is not far from Sim
Curing. "This Nyi is from Kang Dedi" "No!" I reached out to give the package. "" "Alim sakali deui Alim!" while shaking his head and moving away. Incidentally, Si Aceng, his personal bodyguard, is not far from Sim Kuring. "Ceng" "Aceng act ditarima!" shouted Si Nyai. There is no other way, unless the package is returned to its owner. Dedi's hands trembled slightly and his face was pale when he received the package.
One day, at night, Sim Kuring took a trip to the former Sd ypu Sinm Kuring. At one point, Sim Kuring ran into Singgih. "So, Ujang's seagrass is still nu Ieu, Nggih admits that Ujang is good. I'm a faint girl, because Eti. " "Really Nggih" "Really Jang" "Where is a House" "This is very ok, Singgih shows a gedong house on the right. I opened the gate while looking back at Singgih. He looked dumbfounded. Sim Kuring knocked on the door and from inside there was someone who opened the door.
It was someone black. High body, ideal, proportional. Maybe this is what Sweet Black imagined. If a horse is a Black Stallion. Rare, expensive, but hunted by many people.
After dealing with me, he held out his hand
"Neng, my name is Ujang, I am on my way to a friend's house. But getting thirsty, want to ask me"
He went inside and took out a drink of water
""Thank you" "You're welcome"
It all began one evening during the twilight hours between Maghrib and Isha. I was taking a stroll down Jalan Karees when I crossed paths with a group of young men and women who were on their way to attend a Quran recital (mengaji). I couldn't help but notice how beautiful the young women in the group were. Instantly captivated, I immediately went to see my close friend, Kang Djodjoh, to tell him about the encounter.
The very next day, the two of us made a sudden move: we packed up our things and transferred our religious studies from the Al-Fatwa assembly to the At-Tawakal Mosque.
My eyes were drawn to the most beautiful girl in the crowd. Later on, I found out her name was Rosita, though she was affectionately called "Nyai" by those close to her. She possessed a very distinct kind of beauty—the type you would usually only see on the silver screens of Bollywood movies.
Whenever Nyai was reciting the Quran, I would deliberately step forward and sit closer to her. It was my own subtle, youthful way of showing her that she had caught my eye.
(This scene is accompanied by the song "Cinta Sabun Mandi" by Jaja Miharja)
"Cinta Sabun Mandi" (Soap Bar Love)
Lyrics:
Oh Nyai, please listen to me...
My love for you is pure and true, Nyai.
Glass can shatter, wood can snap,
But my love for you, Nyai, will never alter.
Until old age, my love will never fade away.
My love for you is not like a bar of soap,
Which fades and loses its fragrance the more it is used.
Trust me, my love for you is sacred, Nyai.
I'd sell my clothes, my pants—all for you, Nyai.
I'd work as a laborer, just for you, Nyai.
Even if Madonna is beautiful, and Marilyn Monroe is stunning,
To me, you are far more beautiful, Nyai.
I am willing to sacrifice my wealth for you, Nyai.
I am willing to sacrifice my life for you, Nyai.
My love for you is not like a bar of soap,
Which fades and loses its fragrance the more it is used.
Trust me, my love for you is sacred, Nyai.
(Oh, how is it, Nyai? What about my proposal?)
(I've spent everything I have...)
(Just so you know, Nyai, before selling what was inside,)
(I sold the wardrobe first, all for you, Nyai! Please answer me...)
I'd sell my clothes, my pants—all for you, Nyai.
I'd work as a laborer, just for you, Nyai.
Even if Madonna is beautiful, and Marilyn Monroe is stunning,
To me, you are far more beautiful, Nyai.
I am willing to sacrifice my wealth for you, Nyai.
I am willing to sacrifice my life for you, Nyai.
Glass can shatter, wood can snap,
But my love for you, Nyai, will never alter.
Until old age, my love will never fade away...
A few days after that, a guy named Dedi Hideung came forward and claimed that Nyai was already his girlfriend.
Around the same time, another youth named Enggih told me he wanted to talk. We walked together along Jalan Karees and turned into Jalan Sapuran, but throughout the entire walk, Enggih remained completely silent, keeping his mouth shut in a thousand words of silence. I could only guess that this quiet tension was all about Nyai. After all, a girl like Nyai was not a mere possession that could just be handed over from one guy to another...
To be continue