Prima Donna

What should I do? Give me advice! I was really dizzy.
If this problem drag on and I do not immediately find a solution, I'm worried about an adverse impact on health conditions and my activities in the community. Even more to the two pearl a sweet tooth: Gita and Ragil.

But to be clear, let me tell you in advance from the beginning.
I was born and grew up in a family-say - sufficiency. I was blessed with God's face is quite lovely and charming figure. From childhood I have been a "prima donna" family. Both my parents were, though not spoil me, really love me.

At school, starting with elementary school to high school, I was - thank God, also loved the teachers and my friends. Moreover, I often represent the school in competitions and not infrequently I became champion.

At school, starting with elementary school to high school, I also loved by the teachers and my friends. Moreover, I often represent the school in competitions and not infrequently I became champion.

While in elementary school I won I'd be dancing competition. When junior high I got a trophy in a singing contest. Even when high school I never read poetry contest won the provincial level.

But really, I never dreamed I'd eventually become artists in the capital city it is today. My ambition from childhood I wanted to be a lawyer in every trial to be a star, as I often see in movies. It's just when I had a few semesters in college, I won a photo contest model. Then offered a soap opera and ultimately playing fun movies. College was not continued.

Like most popular artists in this country, I would then be sought after companies for the manufacture of advertising; asked to be presenters on ceremonial occasions; be hosted on the tv-tv; even not rarely invited to the presentation in seminars with leaders intellectual figures. The latter, I might just be interesting instrument enthusiasts. But what I lost? As long as I was given a standard fee, I do not care.

About college that does not continue, I consoled myself by telling myself, "Ah, you do not have to study in college. After the lecture ends to look for material. I'm not a lawyer and court stars, not why; not now I had a superstar. Materi enough. "

Indeed as unmarried women, I'm quite proud of my life that was virtually all-sufficiency. I've been able to buy their own home quite beautiful in an elite area. Everywhere there was a car ready to drive. In short I am proud to be an independent woman. No longer dependent on parents. Even now pretty much I can help their economic life in the village. While many of my friends who had graduated from college, still neglected to find a job.

Sometimes just to please parents, I invite them from the village. My mom who usually comment on what I do and advised me this and that, now as I think I look really adults. Whether this fact or simply disinclined to his son who now is completely independent living. Mothers who were always reminded, either directly or through the mail, is a matter of worship.

As a famous artist, of course, many people who idolized me. But there is one I admire the fact that before I become as famous as now. No. He did not just idolized me. He loves all out. This he showed not only the almost always present at events where I perform; she shoting film faithfully waiting for me and took me home. Not only that. Almost every day, when far apart, he was always the phone or send an SMS which is often simply to declare miss.

Among those who admire me, this one guy who does have advantages. He was a successful businessman. Young, handsome, polite, and attentive. In short, I finally surrendered in the face of persistence and patience. I managed dipersuntingnya. I need not tell you how much fun our wedding at the time. The press run it every day almost two full weeks. Of course, the most happy is that my parents did for a long time I wanted to end my single days that they feared.

Thus, in the early days of marriage, everything went fine. After a brief honeymoon, I went back to my activities as usual. My husband did not mind. Until finally something happened that really changed my way of life.

A few months after Ragil, my second child, was born, my husband's company slumped because of the monetary crisis. We, especially my husband, was not prepared for situations that this was not unexpected. He was so shocked and seemed to lose balance. Temper changed at all. He became quiet and irritable. His speech also did not like before, now seemed very cynical and harsh. He used to rarely go out at night, almost every night out and just got home after the early morning. Whether what he was doing out there. Several times I asked him he was always angry, I was never again asked.

Fortunately, though somewhat subsided, I still continue to get a contract job. Thus, with little savings, the needs of daily life is not too bothered. Precisely harmony disrupted family relationships due to changes in husband's behavior. It seems anything can be a problem. It seems whatever I do, one in the eyes of my husband. Instead I think it was he who had never done things right. Fights happen almost every day.

At first, I relented. I do not want the children watching their parents fight. But eventually I could not stand. And the children were finally heard the shouts of abuse by the mouths of their parents, something that had been considered taboo in our house. Mashaallah. I could not help crying every imagined look of understanding of both children when watching a fight of their parents.

Actually, some friends have often asked fellow artists to follow events as they call instruction or spiritual cleansing. They carry out routine activities and held at their home in rotation. But I just got interested in joining in this activity after the crisis struck my household. Is this just a flight or - I hope - it is the guidance of God. Obviously I feel a kind of peace when in the midst of assembly instruction. There was something that touched my heart of hearts, both when the ustadz talking about impermanence of life in this world and eternal life in the Hereafter, about death and charity as stock, and when asked worshipers dzikir.

After that, I was often thought. Thinking about myself and my life. I'm no longer fighting her husband's invitation to serve. Or rather I did not have time for that. I became more diligent in following the instruction, not only organized artist friends, but also lectures, including lectures, held in my RT. Not only that, I also diligent reading religious books.

My time was consumed by activities outside the home. Besides my work as an artist, I enjoy the study activities. Especially after one of ustadz trust to become "assistant" her. If he is absent, I was asked to fill the study. This is what sparked my enthusiasm for the more diligent reading religious books. Oh yes, I have not told me that I've always followed the fashion and usually that leads to the protrusion of my appeal, I had to stop since my return from Umrah with my friends. Since then I always wear Muslim clothing that covers the genitalia. In fact, my veil and then become a trend followed by the Women's League.

Concise narrative than as an artist, I developed and increased to "community leaders" that counts. Since the number of mothers who often ask me about various family problems, I and my friends had established a kind of consulting firm which we call "firm Primadona Sakinah Family Consultation". I also have to meet the invitations - not just a "come-interest" as before - as a resource in discussions of religious issues, social, and even politics. Not to mention the many invitations from the organizers of deliberately holding a forum just to ask me to talk about how the journey to the artist's life could be like this now.

With status like that with the volume of such social activity is high, household living conditions alone as I was told, of the more neglected. I have less and less at home. If anything in the house, my attention was the lack of children; especially for the increasingly annoying husband just behavior. And frankly, because of her husband, indeed I did not feel at home again in my own home.

Then something happened that made me upset. One day, accidentally, I found something suspicious. In my husband's room, I found a hand-rolled marijuana cigarette. At first I said nothing, but the next day I found again and again. Finally I asked him that. At first he was like a shock, but then admitted it and promised to stop it.

But some time later I was surprised as hell. When I first got the car going away on business, show my driver package and says: "It's what, Mom?"

"What's that?" I asked did not understand.
"This is dangerous stuff, Mom," he worried, "This is dope. Can severe if caught!"
"Mashallah!" I stroked my chest. Until we know there are drivers such goods. This was too much.

After I destroy the stuff, I get to see my husband and talked and cried. Again and again he confessed and promised to give up, no longer touch the forbidden items. But as I suspected, after that I was always finding stuff in his room. I was thinking, maybe the rude behavior was due to his addiction is dangerous to consume goods. Furthermore I am worried about its impact on children.

Frankly I could not stand it anymore. It occurred to me to ask tough divorce alone, for salvation, and especially the safety of my children. But as the rise of marriage-divorce trend among artists, especially many fans who said I admire and praise the life of household harmony. How did this when they suddenly heard - and would be heard - a consultant idol vegas family is divorced? Even more important is the effect on the future of my children. I've often heard about the bad luck that had befallen the children of divorced parents. I'm confused.

batik : royal art in indonesia

Batik is one of several "court arts", along with shadow play of wayang purwa, court dances, gamelan or authentic Javanese percussion orchestra, and poetry. The art is an extension of the philosophy based on the spiritual discipline. Control, etiquette, and harmony are of central importance to the Javanese. Any conflicts in design or style are to be avoided.

Batik incorporates a few elements of meditation. Breathing and total concentration are of necessity to draw fine, even lines with canting. Batik drawing requires calm and peaceful psychological state; observing it also induces a meditative state of mind. Controlled breathing is essential in painting batik. Like court dancers and gamelan perfomers, batik painter must clear one's mind through fasting or abstinence.

The ego must be contained to achieve a perfect harmony between the mind and the batik technique or design. A superior batik is synonymous with harmony.


Old Javanese court dancers


Breathing and total concentration
are of necessity to draw fine,
even lines with canting
The design vocabulary for batik is derived from various aesthetic orientations and often inspired by rituals. The upper-classes participated in the rituals and undoubtedly contributed in defining the batik designs. Geometric patterns prevalent at the court were motifs like the ceplok, the kawung, the nitik and the lereng or garis miring

Ceploks or Ceplokan are geometric designs with figuratives and epitomes of the living things, such as flowers, buds seeds, fruit-stones and sometimes even animals.

Kawung was the favorite motif of the Sultan of Yogyakarta's Royal Court. For many years the motif was forbidden to all but the members of Sultan's immediate family. The history of kawung goes back to the 8th century with the wall of the Shivatik Prambanan temple as the evidence.

Nitiks, like the word batik, comes from the word root syllable of tik, meaning drop or droplet. This fact has led some scholars to assert the motif as the most ancient of all.


Kawung motif Nitik motif
Patterns known as lereng(slope) and garis miring(slanted lines) run diagonally. The best-known type of lereng is the group of parang motif. Its age and origins have been fiercely disputed, thus giving the motif its popularity. Some even trace it back to the times of Raden Panji, the hero from the 11th century East Javanese Kingdom of Kediri and Jenggala.

As the technique of batiking became widespread, batik was beginning to be popular amongst the people outside the royal court. More and more people coveted the fashion of the royal taste-makers. To maintain their exclusivity and distinction, the aristocracy soon created some forbidden patterns or pola larangan.

The exclusivity started as a custom, and it was later decreed that certain patterns were prohibited to be worn by people outside the royal court. The governing classes were bequeathed with certain magical power, often expressed in special designs.

The prohibited patterns were, in principal, the diagonal motifs. The parang rusak motif was reserved for the highest court circles. The majestic parang rusak barong was traditionally a sacred motif, used only by the king's most magnificant ceremonial robes or as part of the offering to the spirits of the royal ancestors.

To further set apart the royal court batik design from the common batik, a technique of gold leaf application was devised, known as prada or pinarada mas. The technique involved gluing pure gold leaf onto the batik. A unique glue was utilized, which was consisted of Chinese fish glue, mixed with water in which the ash from jangkang fruit was dissolved.

Gold leaf was used mostly to enhance the beauty of bridal batik. The most magnificent examples were found at the court of the Sultan of Yogyakarta. At the palace of the Susuhunan of Surakarta, the prada was used to beautify the large court batik called kampuhs or dodots.

Today, wearing or collecting batik is no longer exclusivity for the royal court members. In fact, it has become a part of every self-respecting individual's fashion wardrobe, both in Indonesia and elsewhere in the world. Ownership of fine pieces of batik are considered to be prestigious.