Cerita Pasutri Novels & Stories

"Eh, kupikir masih 3 bulanan. Kamu masih tetap mungil saja. Nggak berubah ya, Ra. Mana suamimu?" "Di Jakarta, Tih." "Lha, kamu sama siapa tengah malam di sini?" "Sama teman, tuh yang lagi nyanyi di atas panggung." Ratih melongok ke dalam karenapartisi menghalangi pandangannya ke arah panggung. "Mas Putra?!" "Mas Putra?! Kamu kenal dengan dia, Tih?" "Ya, kenal lah, Ra. Dia Mas Putra alias Dokter Fikri Haikal Putra. Dia datang pas acara reuni akbar SMP kita dulu. Kamu yang nggak dateng."

Mpok Yetti alleged that he didn't believe it. Mbak Hamidah was upset because she was not trusted, even though the information she brought was difficult to obtain. "I swear. I am not lying. Ba'da Subuh tadi aku tuku bubur ning Bu Hajjah Awi, nah, Buk Sastri ning kono. Terus aku pura-pura mulih. Sing dak rungu, Buk Sastri pesan nasi tumpeng sing gede kanggo tamu bengi sing pengin ngelamar Ning!" (Java Language, means: After the Fajr prayer earlier, I wanted to buy porridge at Hajjah Awi, well, Mrs. Sastri was there. Then I pretended to go home. What I heard, Mrs. Sastri ordered a large tumpeng rice for tonight's guests who want to propose to Ning) said Mbak Hamidah.

Kalyana agreed to Mr Made’s proposal. “So, here it is,” Mr. Made began to tell, “according to the legend circulating among the people here, there used to be a princess from the Majapahit kingdom, Putri Larasati, who fell in love with a sculptor, named Narendra, who is in charge of maintaining the Penataran Temple building. The relationship was forbidden because, apart from differences in caste, Putri Larasati was the wife of a patih (governor) who already had a son. Desperate for their condition, Putri Larasati, along with the artist and the son of the patih, fled. Several courtiers who were loyal to Putri Larasati also participated.” Mr Made’s story stopped for a moment when Mrs. Made serve