ANCESTRAL INHERITANCE

Looking for Parents

..."Impossible or Impossible"...

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the rain fell very heavily, Mr. Padianto who was about to meet Bu Lurah rained on the road, but at the time of departure there was no sign of rain.

Entering the courtyard of Bu Lurah's house, not yet leaning the bike has been slammed, "It has been said do not wander, kok ya, still reckless. Not loving yourself. What are you doing back and forth here, to?!"

"Mr should talk to you!"

"If you want to talk about it this morning, better not to. I don't wanna hear. Agree disagree, the plan will still go! I'm gonna take a nap." Bu Lurah immediately turned her back into the room-opening and closing the door rudely.

Pak Padianto could only shake his head in concern. If it's like this, it's like asking for a bone in a leech. Impossible. From a small habit of Bu Lurah is already minus. Too spoiled by his mother and grandmother, so likes arbitrarily to his friends. SMP time by Pak Padianto was entered into a boarding school. Although it was opposed by other family members, Mr. Padianto budged.

Pak Padianto wants his daughter to become a ethical and unselfish child. He thought, boarding school would be great for a teenage Bu Lurah to learn what it is to share and hear the opinions of others, as well as discipline.

During his six years in the dorm, the teenage Bu Lurah showed quite good changes. College time is not strange either. However, after becoming a teacher and the people who supported him one by one died, Bu Lurah who was an adult and became a Junior High teacher returned to his original nature. Even like holding a grudge against the father who once forced him to live in a dormitory.

Now after becoming a lurah, his attitude towards Pak Padianto often passes. Like there was no price it was the only old man left.

The party, the house assistant Bu Lurah came and told Pak Padianto to come in. Sit for a while while drinking warm tea and fried, then leave when the rain has subsided. Free to wait, Bu Lurah seemed to deliberately not want to come out of the room.

The old bicycle wheel that was pedaled by Mr. Padianto rolled softly on the muddy streets. His eyes focused forward.

"Bah Padi, be careful of the slippery path," Ningsih chided cheerfully. Want to go to the sanggar, kok, it happens to coincide with Pak Padianto passing by.

The middle-aged man stopped the bike and retreated, approaching Ningsih who was still standing at the market door.

"You want to go to the sanggar, Ndok?"

"Yes, Mbah."

"Can you stop by?"

"Well, yes you can, Mbah. Monggos."

(Monggo: please)

"I don't just walk that way."

Actually it could be through the market, but the bike must be guided. Ningsih nodded politely, after Mr. Padianto passed, he moved.

The face of Ningsih semringah when he arrived at the sanggar, the five students had been waiting while talking to Pak Padianto who had arrived first. It is only five and does not charge a single fee, but Ningsih is very grateful because there are still children who are interested in traditional art. Let alone five, only one if you mean it, still Ningsih taught.

"The only five exercises, Ndok?" The face of Mr. Padianto depicts astonishment.

"Yes, Mbah. The two, the village boy next door, the three from this village, but his house is quite far in Etan Hamlet."

"Kids around here?"

"They have other activities, Mbah."

That's lies. Actually because he saw many children who did not have activities, Ningsih had tried to persuade them to participate in dancing exercises, but the results were nil. The children were not interested, refusing for all sorts of reasons.

The gaze of Mr. Padianto signaled concern. For about half an hour in the hangar, the middle-aged man told me many things. Including the story of the beginning of the establishment of this sanggar. Mr. Padianto also said that Danyang Punden and Danyang Sanggar used to be a husband and wife.

Of course it is just a rumor that circulated from ancient times until now. True or not, who can prove it? Witnesses in the past have all died. Even Danyang-danyang was once alive or not, or indeed from the beginning was a soft creature, who knows?

After the death of Mr. Padianto, the children practice dancing while chattering, talking about what the middle-aged man had just told. Ningsih who were showered with many questions was very patient to serve them. Fortunately, he had heard quite a lot about this sanggar from his grandmother. So, no trouble explaining.

Tok tok tok tok

"Well, Miss Lurah! Come on in, Mom!" His foot stepped quickly towards Bu Lurah. "Oh yeah, it's five o'clock, you can go home afraid it's raining again."

"Five training?"

Bu Lurah's face showed no interest at all, even impressed cynical. He did not know that what he said was 'just five' for Ningsih was more than enough.

"Yes, Mom."

"It seems pointless that this sanggar remains. Fans of traditional dance have been much reduced, right?"

His face suddenly sour. "Yes, Mom. But, this sanggar is an ancestral heritage. Provided that anyone was still willing to learn nari, Ningsih was willing to teach her. Ningsih will try to invite other children to preserve traditional art."

This isn't just bullshit. The five disciples who were currently participating in the training, it was the result of Ningsih's persistence persuading them, especially the three who were already Junior High School. They were students at his school, while the two were children of Ningsih's acquaintance.

"Huf ...." Bu Lurah snorted cynically. "Useless yes, useless. Better to be knocked down and used--"

"Bu Lurah isn't serious, is he?"

"Seriously." His style of speech was relaxed, but contained arrogance that confirmed 'i am the one in charge'.

Ningsih's original eyes were already big, looking much bigger due to shock. "Bu Lurah can't knock down the hangar! The Princess will be angry, Miss Lurah can get karmic!" Ningsih gasped, remembering her dream.

What is the meaning of the dream last night?

"Whose daughter is that? What karma, huh? La wong, I want to build a village to be more advanced. Yes, yes, karmic?"

"You build does not mean you have to eliminate the sanggar and the punden. It's an inheritance, the ancestral relic of this village---"

"No benefit---"

"Can't! I will not be silent if until Bu Lurah dares to tease the shoulder and sanggar!" Leaving courtesy, Ningsih shouted right in front of Bu Lurah's face.

"Eh, kid! Who are you?!"

Ningsih stared fiercely, hands clenched, chest heaving rough, jaws tightened, lips just twitching-saking furiously until she didn't know what to say anymore.

From the tail of her eyes she saw that the children had not yet left. Ignoring Bu Lurah who was staring angrily, Ningsih approached them.

"Come, come on, come home. Don't get rained on."

Tok tok tok tok

All attention was on the door. Mr. Agung stood there, carrying the parcel as usual. His face immediately stiffened when he saw Bu Lurah.

"Loh, is Buk'e here?"

Bu Lurah approached, Mr. Agung looked nervous. Stopping right in front of the husband, Bu Lurah looked at the alternation between Ningsih and Pak Agung.

"You don't get me wrong, I just came to give a welcome to those kids."

"Wome, now! Here it is!"

When Pak Agung was about to hand over the luggage to the child closest to the door, Bu Lurah immediately grabbed him.

Ningsih threw away her face as Mr. Agung gave a small nod, saying goodbye. Ningsih hoped, after this, the man would not come again.

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