ANCESTRAL INHERITANCE

Robbery

..."Exposed to Ruse"...

Pangangan village is still in the Madiun area, but its geographical location has entered the Nganjuk area. Quite extensive, consisting of four hamlets, namely Dusun Kidul, Lor, Kulon, and Etan. The village is located in Dusun Kidul, as well as markets, schools, and other important public facilities, including Puskesmas.

You could say, Dusun Kidul is a reflection of the village center. It is strategically located as a village gate. There are two main roads that are directly connected to the road. The market becomes the initial boundary of the road divider.

To the left is a shortcut to the highway of the neighboring city, while the one to the right, passing the long road of two and a half kilometers range which left-right is rice fields, heading to the highway that leads to Madiun City. When the rainy season arrives, the condition of the road is still very concerning.

Some days it does not rain, the mud from the rain that yesterday has dried up, leaving the holes of the vehicle's wheel as well as some puddles in the road hole is quite deep.

Ms. Lurah who came from nowhere, looked very careful riding her motorcycle. Otherwise, the wheels might fall into those long holes.

The important access of the village is still this terrible, but the houses of the residents are already on good terms.

There are no more wooden or bamboo buildings. The floor is no longer ground. At least, yes, cemented or gray tiles such as in Village Hall and schools, there are even ceramic ones as well.

It seems like the residents are competing to beautify their homes, but not too concerned with the condition of the streets. Maybe because it's used to it so, yes, just comfortable.

After all, isn't the construction of a public facility the responsibility of the government?

Entering the first time to Dusun Kidul will feel like it has been attached a fine trap, fooled by what looks outside, but the inside is not that bad.

Bu Lurah's house is to the south of the market, the first alley from the direction of the big road, slightly uphill. After parking the motorbike on the veranda, Bu Lurah rushed into the house, directly to the dining room to drink water from the refrigerator. After that, sitting on the sofa in the front room without changing clothes first, just wash your hands.

Some of the car brochures he just took out of the bag, some of them on the table, others are being looked at. A middle-aged man uncovers a door-covering cloth that connects the front room and the middle room.

"Where are you from, Sri?"

Bu Lurah hurriedly summarized the brochures and put them in a bag. "Hot, don't mess around, to, sir!" The weather was hot today. Bu Lurah complained about the actions of Mr. Padianto, his father, who came to visit from Lor Hamlet.

Lor hamlet is located at the end near plantations, rice fields, and distant forests. The road there is even more difficult to pass, there are still many rocks and many climbs. Bu Lurah's words, after all, showed concern, as if worried. However, his tone was tight even his face looked sour.

"Mr has been here since. Party says you went to the county." Parti is the housekeeper Bu Lurah.

"Well! That already knows. Where it is still from."

Bu Lurah did pay his farewell to the district, but where it went, who knows. Masa, to the regency to bring home a car brochure?

"Sit for a minute you want to talk."

Bu Lurah who had taken his bag was about to move, finally sat back down. His face looked more and more sour.

"What are you talking about, anyway?"

"In the meantime the harvest is over,"-Pak Padianto is sitting next to his daughter-"you, really, don't invite the pamong to the pot. When, huh?"

"Do you mean, make nyadranan?"

Only five months since the end of October 1998, elected to replace the old lurah who died in an accident. So, this upcoming harvest is the first harvest of Bu Sriwedari as Lurah Pangangan Village.

"Well, yes to. Kan, that later there should be a clean customary event of the village, selamatan on the punden, in the sendang, there continues to be telemedek entertainment just like wayang kulit. Don't forget that."

"Away crisis, sir. Don't be weird, just save---"

"Elad! Don't be so frivolous of you-"

Bu Lurah was shaking his bored hands. "That's my business. You don't have to follow the tour. I know what to do. Don't worry."

"Brother just reminded. Watch out, you don't macem-macem--"

"Yes, yes, I know! Mending now you're home, afraid it'll rain!"

"Another one,"--Pak Padianto holds Bu Lurah's hand, preventing her from going---"the dance studio was renovated. If it can also be preserved again--"

"Go ahead, sir! That's my business ...."

The middle-aged man could only let out a heavy sigh as his daughter left while grumbling. How else would you like? Now that she has become a lurah, Ms. Sriwedari almost never again wants to hear input or advice from others even though it is her own parents.

Ningsih came out of the room with her cloth bag on her left shoulder. "Buk, Ningsih to the sanggar first."

"Come on! That's the set-up for Mbah Punden and Mbah Sanggar already ready mom on the table!" Ms. Rusmini came out of the room.

Setaman flower in question is a mixture of several flowers that have been formulated. Usually anyway, roses, cantile, ylang, jasmine, and slices of scented pandan leaves, given a special fragrance oil and a little frankincense, then wrapped in banana leaves.

Ningsih always give offerings in the form of setaman flowers for Danyang Punden and Danyang Sanggar every Saturday Paing. That is the mandate of the grandmother and the people around always do it.

Out of the house, Ningsih looked at the brilliant blue sky without the slightest black cloud.

Thank goodness it was sunny again.

Smiling knotily, his feet stepped lightly across the extremely desolate market. The name is also a morning market, crowded only until ten in the morning. The stalls are still closed, usually will open again when it is four in the afternoon. It's only three o'clock now.

Before going to the sanggar, Ningsih first stopped by the punden to sprinkle the settee in the small cottage there. There's been a lot of flowers there.

"Nyuwun pangestu nipun, Mbah Kong. Mugi harvest royo taon niki smoothly and abundant."

(Seek blessing, Cake. Hopefully this year's harvest is smooth and abundant)

From the punden, Ningsih passed the path directly connected to the sanggar, stopped at one corner that already had a sprinkling of flowers and then sprinkled the set-up flowers he brought, he said, while saying the same words. After that, step into the front of the sanggar.

The five disciples were waiting, Ningsih's face was getting more and more relaxed, his voice was cheerfully greeting them, then greeting Danyang Sanggar, "We are coming, Princess Mbah." While opening the door, Ningsih said greetings followed by his students.

This sanggar used to be a very useful village asset. Many produce talented dancers who when the holiday season can be rented to fill the event. Even the dancers from Pangangan Village were once quite famous in his time. Over time, traditional art began to be forgotten, sanggar increasingly quiet, there are only a few people who still try to preserve it.

A set of traditional musical instruments that are owned is only used once a year-at-time nyadranan. The rest was only stored in the village office warehouse. Ningsih and the children practice dancing using music from tapes.

Mr. Wahyu said, Ningsih's great grandmother used to be one of the famous dancers. So, it is not surprising that Ningsih is very good at dancing and loves the sanggar, especially according to the grandmother, Ningsih was the incarnation of one of his ancestors.

The girl kept on as the weather was really very nice, there was no sign of rain. It's five o'clock more, but the sky's still clear.

Mr. Agung came to deliver rambutan fruit, had a brief conversation before finally saying goodbye because Mr. Revelation came. Standing side by side in the corner of the room while looking up at the ceiling that has been damaged, Pak Wahyu said, "Great Father still often stopped by it."

"How else, sir? Ningsih did not want to ban. But if the children are not there, Ningsih immediately told to go home, by-then also not Ningsih trima."

"You careful. You don't want any news macem-macem ...."

"Mr don't worry. Ningsih can look out for himself, sir."

"Father believes in you."

"Oh yes, sir. Ms. Lurah, there has been no talk about the repair of the sanggar."

It has been four days, but there is no news at all, whereas Ningsih really hopes the renovation can be done soon. Want to ask directly to the person concerned, fear of being considered impatient.

"This is what you want to look at first. Then tell the consecrated people, the father who prepared the building materials."

Devotional work? Who will prepare the building materials? That mean?

Frowning forehead, brown-skinned girl saw the intense brown of his father. "Kok, is that it, sir?"

"Bu Lurah said there was still no funding. Yes, stop, Ndok. The important thing is that the hangar is fixed even if only the style."

Ningsih's heart, really, so upset to hear Bu Lurah's reason, but yes, that's it. Again his father had to go out for personal money. Had it not been for Ningsih who always insisted on wanting to revive the sanggar, Pak Wahyu would not have wanted to care too much. The low is stupid, why does Mr. Revelation have to be difficult?

After being stunned for quite a long time, Ningsih said, "Pak .. if there is a village meeting, mbok ya proposal held an art stage after the celebration on the punden. Later Ningsih prepared the dancers. There is no need for television entertainment. Enough puppet skin. Pretty saving, right?"

"Yes, I'll try to talk to the elders first."

It has been five months in office, but there has been no breakthrough from Bu Lurah. The work program has indeed been updated, but after a closer look, it turns out to be a duplicate of the old program. Pak Wahyu only let out a long sigh, there was no way he would tell Bu Lurah's true behavior to Ningsih. Poor, because his daughter's expectations are quite high.

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