Nama : Sani Ratna Amelia

NIM : 19033004

Synopsis of FTV “Ondel-ondel rasa yang dulu pernah ada”

The love story of Jamilah, a young and beautiful woman. But he always looks like a Tomboy.
Because of that, Jamilah is still single until now. Jamilah is also a busker performing ondel-ondel.
Once upon a time, Jamilah was complicated with a group of pranksters. Jamilah who didn't admit
beat her straight away.

Jamilah Babeh Wahid's father and David saw it immediately stopped her. Babeh takes her home. He
was angry with his daughter who behaved like this. She wanted Jamilah to study to cook and do the
things other women do.

Then they talked about Jamilah's match, because only one guy that Jamilah has been close to all this
time is David, her best friend since childhood. But the two of them have no outlooks for each other.
On the other hand, Frans is a good-looking boy, a young businessman, and the son of a rich person.
Frans is already committed to his girlfriend Cintia. He is also ready to get married, but Cintia is not
ready.

Frans wants to make his parents happy, who can't wait to have grandchildren. He wanted to marry
Cintia, but Cintia refused. Not to mention that Cintia used up the money she had saved for their
wedding preparations. Frans was annoyed and chose to break up with him. Now Frans's parents are
making a fuss about this. They both want to find a mate for their child. Suddenly at the same time
Babeh Wahid was complaining about his daughter. Pak Anwar is also still confused about finding a
match for his son. They sat next to each other and it turned out that the two of them were old
friends.

They decided to match Jamilah with Frans. The meeting took place, but Ibu Maya, Frans's mother
did not approve of it because her late mother Jamilah was Pak Anwar's ex-lover. But Pak Anwar
told his wife to forget about the past. He also wanted to let the two of them get closer first for 1
month to find a match with each other.

In the process, as they walk together, David begins to get jealous because He has feelings for
Jamilah. Meanwhile, Frans loved Jamilah more and more. He also made Jamilah turn into a more
beautiful woman.
Nama : Sani Ratna Amelia

NIM : 19033004

1. Conflict is a form of dissociative interaction, namely interactions that divide the unity of the
group. As a form of interaction, social conflict aims to destroy, threaten, injure and eliminate groups
that are considered as opponents

2. Social conflicts are conflicts or problems that arise as a result of human relationships. For
example, the problem of torture, oppression, fighting. Inner conflict is a conflict between a
character and himself.

3. Social conflict arises when differences between individuals or groups in society cannot be
neutralized or reconciled. Social conflict does not happen by itself. Although the main cause of
social conflict is differences in society, many factors can be related to it.
Nama : Sani Ratna Amelia

NIM : 19033004

Lara spent three years in the colobgrivov like behind a stone wall. Nothing bothered her, and even
her mother and brother, for more than three years of lara leading a life free of worries, her work in
the kologrivov family did not prevent lara from graduating from the gymnasium, taking university
courses. She did well, and will earn a diploma the following year, 1912. In the spring of 1911, his
disciple lipa graduated from the gymnasium. She was engaged to a young engineer, friesendank,
who came from a good, rich family. Lipa's parents agreed to her choice but forbade her to marry so
young.

Unbeknownst to pasha, he sent money to his father, who had been deported to Siberia, helping his
ailing mother with anxiety, and reduced her own expenses. By paying part of his rent. Pasha, who is
a little younger than lara, loves her very much and obeys her wishes. After graduating from the
gymnasium, he wanted to learn Greek and Latin. His dream was that after they passed the state
exam the following year, they would marry and go as teachers of the gymnasium to some provincial
capitals in the urals. In the summer 1911 lara went for the last time with the cologrivov family into
duplyanka. He admired the place, and he even preferred it to its owner. And reduce her own
expenses by paying part of her boarding house and direct housing to her landlord.

They knew this, and every summer upon their arrival, the same attitude was enforced as if by an
unwritten agreement. When a dirty, hot train leaves them at the station. Lara was overwhelmed by
an infinite silence and the intoxicating scent of the countryside and speechless in amazement,
allowed to walk alone from the train station to the plantation. Meanwhile, the baggage was loaded
onto the wagon, and the family rode up to their barouche and listened to the old duplyanka
coachman with a red shirt and a sleeveless coat telling them the latest local news.

Lara followed the track down a pilgrim's trail and then turned into the fields. Here he stopped and
closed his eyes, inhaling the fragrant air of flowers from the vast expanse around him. It was worth
more to him than his kin, better than a lover, wiser than a book. One moment he rediscovered his
purpose. The kologrivov family loved him as much as ever and wanted him to stay with them, but
now that lipa has grown up he feels that he has become of no use to them. He refused his salary.
At the same time he needed money, and it would be embarrassing and impossible to get it on his
own. Lara feels her position is misplaced and unbearable. He imagined that they all thought of it asa
burden and had only a good face on it. He weighs himself. He was anxious to escape from himself
and from the kologrivov family, everywhere. She had to pay back the money she owed first, and
now she has no way of doing it. He feels that he is a hostage all because of the foolish mistakes of
rodia and is caught up in a powerless annoyance.

When they returned to the city, the situation was worse than ever, for other problems were now
added with his quarrel with pasha (he was careful not to quarrel with him he considered it his final
sanctuary). Pasha has started showing certain self-confidence. His tone became slightly suggestive,
and this both amused and irritated him. Pasha, lipa, the cologrivov family, the money all round and
round in his head. He was fed up with life. , at Christmas 1911, he came to a fatal decision. He'll
leave kologrivov now, at once, and become self-reliant, and he'll get the money for this from
komarovsky.

For him, after all that was between them and the years of independence that he had won for himself,
he had to help him courtly, selflessly, without explanation or embarrassment. With this in mind, he
left for petrovka street on the night of the twenty-seventh. The rodia gun, loaded and with safety
hooks, is inside the holster. If komarovsky refuses or humiliates him in any way, he intends to shoot
him.

That winter yura was preparing a scientific paper on the retinal nerve element for the university's
gold medal competition. Even though he was only qualified in general medicine, he had eye
specialist knowledge. His interest in the physiology of sight harmonizes with the other side of his
character his creative talent and his preoccupation with illustrations in the art and structure of
logical ideas. Tonia and yura are driving a rented sleigh to the svnoble skys Christmas party. Yura
was thinking about his competition date and that he had to work harder on his paper. Then his mind,
distracted by the lively year-end rush on the road, jumped to another thought. He had promised
Gordon an article about the block for stencils that he had edited young children in the two capitals
were crazy about the block, yura and Gordon particularly.

Since the earliest days, the svnoble skys Christmas party has followed a similar pattern. At ten o
'clock, after the children returned home, the tree was lit for the second time, and the feast continued
into the morning. The calmer people played CARDS all night in the "Pompey" sitting room, limited
from the dance hall by a thick panel on a bronze ring. Before daybreak, they would all have dinner
with yura and tonia taking off their belongings and looking at the ballroom door before greeting
their hosts. In the middle of the room the dancers are spinning and spinning with a headache..
Everyone applauded, and ice and cold drinks were brought around the noisy crowd,

The svpolitically sky family room is filled with furniture that has been moved from the ballroom
and living room. It's the svsoldier sky's magic kitchen, their Christmas workshop. The place reeks
of paint and glue, and there are piles of colored wrappings and boxes of cotillion and spare candles.

Yura and tonia spent half the night backstage with georges and that old couple while lara was in the
ballroom. She didn't wear a nightgown and didn't know anyone there, but she stayed, either dancing
with kornakov cocaine like people who sleepwalk or wander around the room aimlessly. Once or
twice he stopped and stood in doubt outside the sitting room, in the hope that komarovsky, who was
sitting at the door, could see him.

It was almost two in the morning. Yura's ears ringing. It was something new in yura's life,
something she had never felt before, something sharp that pierced her from the top to the toe
suddenly a shot came from inside. Everyone turned and looked at the portiere hanging between the
ballroom and the sitting room. There was a moment of silence. Then the commotion started. Some
screamed hurriedly, others ran after the train to the sitting room where the shot had come from.

They didn't find Anna ivanovna alive. When they ran up the stairs to her room, she had been dead
for ten minutes. The cause of death was a bout of asphyxiation due to acute pulmonary edema. For
the first few hours Tony screamed, wept bitterly, and didn't recognize anyone. The next day she was
calm but could only nod in reply to whatever yura and her father had told her; Every time she tried
to speak, her grief overcame her and she began to yell again as if she were possessed.

Section 4. The clock is inevitable

Lara was lying with a fever and semi-consciousness on feliciata semionovna's svvital sky family,
her servants, and Dr. Drokov whispered around her. The rest of the house was dark and empty. In
just one small sitting room a light on the bracket exuded its dimmer light up and down a long row of
rooms. Here komarovsky marches bristly and angrily, as if he were at home and not a visitor. He
would look back to the bedroom to find the news and tear back to the other end of the house, pass
the tree with tinsel, and through the dining room where the table stood laden with tasteed dishes and
the glass of green crystal tinted as the taxi flew along. Through a window or a mouse rushes on a
tablecloth between the porcelain. Komarovsky was furiously stricken.
And how much trouble ahead! This is not what they patted you on the head! The law does not blink
one eye. It was not morning yet, and nearly two hours had passed since it happened but the police
had gone twice and he, komarovsky, had to go into the kitchen and see the inspector and take care
of everything they had to prove that lara had intended to shoot him rather than kornakov. And even
that wasn't the end he would just be exonerated from one part of the charge, but he was still liable.

Naturally, he would do anything to prevent it. If the case goes to trial, he'll get evidence from a
shrink that he's not responsible for his actions by the time he takes the shot and will see to it that the
trial is dismissed. With this reflection he began to calm down. The night is over. Flashes of light
were investigated from room to room and swooped under chairs and tables like a thief or a assessor.
After looking for the last time in the bedroom, where he was told that lara was no better,
komarovsky went and went to meet his friend, ruffina onissimovna voit-voitkovsky, a female
lawyer who was the wife of a political immigrant.

Ruffina onissimovna is a woman with advanced views, completely unprejudiced, and disposed to be
good at everything she calls "positive and vital she considers lara a malingerer.Lara is very worried
about pasha. During his serious illness, he was not allowed to see her, and what could he think?
Lara has tried to kill a man who, in her view, is nothing more than an acquaintance, and this same
man, the object of a failed assassination attempt.

Lara told him that she had decided to meet pasha in the corridor with her tears streaming down her
face, would run to her room and pass out on the sofa laughing so much that she had decided to let
him go because she didn't love him, but in making this rejection she cried so much that it was
impossible to believe him. Pasha suspects him of all deadly SINS, not believing every word he says,
ready to curse and hate him, but he loves them they decide to marry soon, before graduation. The
idea was to have a wedding on a Monday after low week. At the whim of lara, it was once again
postponed. They are married on whit Monday; By then it was clear that they had passed the test. All
arrangements are made by liudmila onovna chepurko, mother of fellow student lara, tusia. It was as
if a thousand weddings were to be held that day, because all the girls were dressed in white dresses
like the bride and had perked their hair and all the young men were diomade and wearing a tight
black suit. Everybody's excited and everybody's cool. Nine days later their friends arranged a
farewell party for them, in the same room. Both pasha and lara graduated successfully, and both had
been offered jobs in the same city in the urals.
Nama : Nerissa Nadhrota Maulviyah

NIM : 19033032

Boyfriend 30 days

Oliv met a friend from high school and gave me an invitation to a high school reunion. To attend
the reunion, oliv had to have a girlfriend, finally trying to find a guy who wanted to be a rent guy
until he finally asked mamat for help from oliv's laundry partner. Eventually they went to an oliv
reunion, in the middle of an oliv reunion, met bayu, the man who used to love oliv and the woman
oliv hated from high school.

Oliv who claims to be a designer decided to draw a fashion design picture. Oliv was angry at bayu
when he saw the design being stolen by caca. Realizing his genius work, oliv wouldn't give up on
becoming a designer. Oliv began making clothes with the help of mamat's tailor shop.

Oliv started liking bayu and stayed away from his laundry partner and left mamat. After realizing
what she had done wrong, oliv apologized to mamat and mamat’s mother who were angry for
seeing oliv with another man.

Oliv invites his colleagues to visit the new boutique made by bayu. It turns out bayu only used oliv,
mamat saving oliv to get engaged to bayu. And realized that oliv and mamat loved each other.
Nama : Nerissa Nadhrota Maulviyah

NIM : 19033032

Majas in potray

Majas is kias language used to create a particular impression on the grower or his reader.

The majas in poetry are comparisons, contradictions, repetitions, and parables. Poetry is a text that
puts majas first and has a place for rhythm.

For example Hujan Bulan Juni , Gadis Peminta-Minta

The nature of majas basically links one thing to something else. According to rachmat djoko
pradopo in the study of poetry (1990), the presence of this figure of speech caused rhymes to attract
attention, invigorate, live, and, above all, bring clarity of expression.

A type of majas :

1. Similes
The simile is also referred to as an exclusive comparison. Similes is a figure of speech that
readily expresses the same object as the other. Such direct expression USES words that
identify similarities: such as, same, as, like, like, etc.
For example : senyumnya laksana bulan sabit atau amarah seperti api.
2. Metaphor
A metaphor is a type of contrasts in which something is similar or similar to something else,
which, in fact, is not the same. The metaphor is called the direct comparative language by
not using the comparison words.
For example: bumi ini perempuan jalang
3. Epic illustration
The epic night is also called "epic similes." It is an extended, or extended, comparison
developed by continuing the words the attributes of it further in sentences or phrases.
Illustrative usage is enhanced by illustrating it, not merely by likening it to an equation.
4. Personification
Personification is another category of grammar. Personification is a figure of speech that
describes inanimate things as if they had a human nature.
For example : bulan tersenyum, pohon berdansa, atau nyiur melambai.
5. Metomini
Metonimi or metonymy is a substitute name. It links characteristics, attributes, or links to
something that is near and associated with it to replace the object.
6. Sinekdoki
Sinekdoki is a figure of speech that refers to an important part of an object (Hal) for the
object or thing itself. Thus, sinekdoki is a figure of speech by referring to a specific
characteristic of a matter to point to it, or vice versa. Sinekdoki is distinguished in two,
which is:
 Pars Pro Toto Sinekdoki Pars Pro Toto Is a figure of speech that USES part of a
thing to state the whole.
 Totem to Parte Sinekdoki Totem to Parte Is a relationship pattern that states a whole
for partially stating.
7. Allegori
Allegori also referred to figurative stories. A figurative story is to relate an event or a related
one, to figurative language.
Nama : Nerissa Nadhrota Maulviyah

NIM : 19033032

Yurii andreievich in. As he suspected, they were in the first room on the right, komarovsky with a
fur coat up to his heel, lara holding katenka in his coat collar, trying to bind her but not find her
hook and Shouting at her. All three stood in their outer garments, ready to go. When yurii
andreievich came in, lara and komarovsky hurried to him, talking together.

Victor and lara asked yurii about his whereabouts during this time, but yurri replied that he had
been taking logs and looking at a horse. Yurii accidentally spread rumors that he had gone but he
had given victor and larisa a lot of time about what was discussed . Tomorrow morning they would
have thought of what news they had brought by yurii, strelnikov had been arrested, condemned to
death, and shot. They were too surprised to hear the news about strelnikov that they could not keep
quiet. Beyond the apocalypse the lives of larisa and katia are threatened, who knows who will be
arrested.

His absurd and stubborn yurochsan is finally outdone, komarovsky will send another to bring him,
and he will join us in no time. They were all on their way to their destination, the old red sun was
still spherical on a mound of blue snow along the horizon, flooding the plains with pineapple
watercolors that were eagerly sucked up by the snow, as the sled began to look and disappear. At
that very moment yurii said goodbye to lara.

It's getting dark. Quickly the bronze of the setting red in the snow subsided and disappeared. A
gentle and gray distance was filled with a deep purple twilight that turned to deep maudlin, smoke
mist covering a soft layer of birch trees by the side of the road that were gently visible in the pink
sky, pale as if it had suddenly become shallow. Grief has sharpened andreievich's sense of yurii and
accelerated its perception a hundredfold. The air surrounding it is rare, unique. That winter night
lived out of sympathy, like a friendly witness. As if there had never been a twilight like this before
and the night had descended now for the first time to comfort him in loneliness and grief; As though
the valley was not always bound by a panoramic view of the wooded hills on the horizon but trees
are just where they are now, emerging from the ground to comfort him with their presence.

The line that endlessly stretches into the distance is the highest tide border. That's how the storm of
life threw you onto my shore, my pride, that's how I described you. "He entered, locked the door
behind him, and took off his coat. When he went to the bedroom, which had been very well
straightened out by lara that morning and which was hastily packed back upside down, when he saw
the messy bed and the messy things on the chairs and the floor, he knelt like a child, leaning his
chest against the hard edge of the bed, buried his head in a sheet, and wept freely and bitterly like
children. But not for long. Soon he woke up, quickly drying his face, looking all around him
exhausted.

Something that cannot be accounted for is going on at yurii andreievich. He's slowly losing his
mind. Never before had he lived such a strange life. She ignores the house, she stops caring for
herself, she turns the night into day and has lost count of time since lara left.

The reason for his revision and rewriting is his quest for the strength and precision of expression,
but they also follow the whispers of an inward reluctance forbidding him to reveal his personal
experiences and true events of his past with too much freedom, lest he become offended. Or injure
the people directly involved in it. Consequently, his pulsing, warm feelings gradually disappeared
from his poems, and romantic morbidity produced a broad and quiet vision which raised the
particular to the universal and familiar level.

He did not deliberately fight for such a purpose, but this vast vision came of its own accord as a
message sent to him by lara from her journey, such as greetings far from him, at the same time he
was working on his grief for lara he also wrote the end of the record he had accumulated over the
years about nature, man, and many other things. As always happens to him whenever he writes, a
number of ideas about individual life and society attack him. He reflected again that he understood
history, of what is called the course of history, not in an acceptable way but with an analogy with
the kingdom of the plants. In winter, under the snow, flimsy and unlucky boughs of trees, such as
the hairs on an old man's warts. But in just a few days in the spring the forest changes, it reaches the
clouds, and you can hide.

Every time we see it, it seems not to move. And so is our view of the growing, ever-changing
impurity of history, of people moving without being seen in a relentless transformation. Tolstoy
thought of it this way, but he didn't spell it so clearly. He denied that history was moved by
napoleon or any other ruler or general, but he did not develop his ideas to the logical conclusion. No
one's made history. History cannot be seen, just as one cannot see grass growing.

The tear-filled excitement that made him tired and dizzy. Samdeviatov came to see him. He brought
her more vodka and told her about how antipova and her daughter left with komarovsky. He came
by train car. He scolded the doctor for not properly tending his horse and taking it back, refused to
leave it for three or four more days as yurii andreievich had wanted, but promised to return within a
week, and personally took him away from varykino for good.

Sometimes, after losing his way in his work, yurii andreievich suddenly recalled lara as clearly as if
she were in front of him, crushed by his tenderness and sharpness of loss. As in his childhood, when
after his mother's death, he thought he heard his voice on the birdsong, in the majestic summer of
the colossal garden, so now his hearing, accustomed to lara's voice and wishing it to be a part of his
life, toying with him and he heard him call, yurochka! From next door. She was having other
hallucinations that week as well. Near the end, he awoke at night from an absurd nightmare about a
dragon nesting under the house. He opened his eyes. A light shone from the gutter and he heard
cracks and echoes of rifle shots. Curiously, sometime after such an unusual experience, he went
back to sleep, and in the morning told himself that it was a dream.

They've been talking for hours. They speak because only russians in Russia can speak, especially
when they speak at that moment, as desperate and frenching as in those fearful days. Night had
fallen, and it was getting dark. Despite the general confusion and nervousness of the day, strelnikov
had personal reasons for talking without letup. He kept on talking, doing everything possible to
keep the conversation going, so as not to be alone.

You grew up very differently. There's a suburban world, railways, slums and tenement houses. The
filth, the hunger, the densities, the degradation of workers as human beings, the degradation of
women. And there was a mother's favorite world, a clever student and a rich merchant's son; A
world of impunity, impertinence, brazen vice; Of the rich who laugh or neglect the tears of the poor,
who are robbed, insulted, who are tempted; The government of the parasite, the only difference is
that they never troubled themselves about anything, never gave anything to the world, and left
nothing behind. They didn't oppose us because in the end we suffered more than they did.

Finally, yurii andreievich gets a good night's sleep. For the first time in a few nights he slept as he
lay down, strelnikov spent the night; The doctor put her in the next room. Several times the doctor
woke up and turned or pulled a blanket over his chin, he realized the strong freshness of sleep and
immediately fell into happiness again. By morning he had some kaleidoscopic short dreams of his
childhood, so detailed and logical that he made it come true. He dreamed, for example, that his
mother's watercolors which showed the place in Italian Riviera suddenly fell off the wall, and he
was aroused by the sound of broken glass. He opened his eyes. He woke up late, with a headache
from sleeping too long. For a while he couldn't think of who or where he was. Then he
remembered: "strelnikov is here.
conclusion

Keep telling the brief account of the last eight or ten years of zhivago's life, in which he planted
more and more seeds, gradually losing his knowledge and skills as a doctor and writer, emerged
from his depression and moved on with his life. It works only to retreat, following brief bursts of
activity, into a long period of indifference to itself and everything in the world. During these years
heart disease has its own prior but unrecognized gravity has developed to an advanced stage. He
went to Moscow at the beginning of nep, the most ambiguous and hypocritical period of all Soviet
periods. He was even skinnier, more neglected, and less taken care of than when he went to yuriatin
after fleeing the partisans. On his way, he gradually threw away his clothes of particular value,
exchanging them for bread and some old rag to cover his nakedness. So he had lived off his second
coat and fur coat, and had arrived in the streets of Moscow dressed in gray sheep skins, puttees, and
an old army coat stripped of all buttons like an inmate's uniform.

Following him wherever he went was a handsome young farmer who also wore old army clothes.
They both appeared in some living Moscow living room like yurii andreievich spent his childhood,
where he was remembered and welcomed to his friend, both of whom avoided others, and their
impoliteness made them avoid going to people separately, out of fear of being the center of
attention and having to speak. Usually, when these two thin figures appeared at any friend's
meeting, they went to a corner, where they could spend the night in silence, without having to
participate in the general conversation. Dressed in rags and accompanied by the boy, the tall, thin
doctor looked like a truth-seeking farmer, and his companion like the two avoided others, and their
immodesty made them avoid going to others separately, fearing the spotlight and having to speak.

Yurii andreievich has completed the final phase of his journey by train, but has traveled earlier and
longer on foot. The villages he passed looked no better than what he saw in Siberia and the urals,
after fleeing his captors in the jungle. Only it was winter, and now, in late summer and early warm
autumn, the weather made everything easier. Half the villages he passed were empty, the fields
abandoned and unharvested as after the enemy attack. Such is the effect of war-the civil war. For
two or three days at the end of September, the trail takes a steep riverbank. The river that flows
towards him is on his right. To the left, a vast unharvested field extends from the road to the
horizon's cloud bluffs.

At this point on his journey, yurii andreievich arrived in a desolate and burning village. All the
houses stood in a row on the side of the road across the river. A piece of land between the road and
the edge of the river is not yet built on it. Only a few houses, blackened by fire, stood, but also
empty, uninhabited. There was nothing left of the others but a pile of charred rubble with a black
chimney coming out of it.