ANCESTRAL INHERITANCE

Meet the birth mother

..."A person is in bad shape; still alive not dead, but one little life lost"...

Although this morning had heard the commotion in the village hall directly, but when Pak Wahyu repeated the results of the rebound, it felt much more irritating, Ningsih's appetite immediately disappeared. The already bad mood was getting mixed up.

"Sir, Ningsih is still trying to revive the hangar. Can't go straight. It takes time, sir, it takes time! It's a waste of Ningsih's efforts if this is the way."

His molar teeth tightened and while his hands were************** the spoon handle he had on his mind was Bu Lurah. It feels so anxious. As the saying goes, there is life, the life of a fish. Even though it is almost dead, the hangar still has a chance to be re-preserved.

Back when the only dancing teacher was still around, Ningsih was one of about fifteen students who took part in the practice. That was when Ningsih was still in High School. After he and his friends went to college, as well as the teacher who taught moved to Surabaya, the studio was quiet with no activity at all because they studied in a distant city.

Only Ningsih was studying in a nearby town. While the lecture continues to try to preserve the sanggar by inviting the children of the surrounding residents to practice dancing. Although the results were unsatisfactory, the girl never gave up.

Pak Saji, who served before Bu Lurah Sriwedari, has handed over the sanggar to be taken care of by Ningsih, because only Ningsih is considered really dedicated to traditional art, that's why the girl feels a big responsibility to continue to preserve it.

Biting her lower lip tightly, Ningsih tried to hold back the crying.  His heart was so riled up, even his mind was erratic. The chest feels tight, the throat is like choking, the eyes have warmed, but still insist on not allowing the clear liquid to seep out.

To him tears will only show a weak side and he does not want to look weak even in front of his father and mother.

Ms. Rusmini gently stroked her daughter's shoulder. "Oh, it's okay. If only for dance practice, it ... our homepage can also be used."

"That's not the case, Buk. In the Sanggar there is Mbah Putri. That's the house of Mbah Putri. If it is torn down, Mbah Putri must be angry. Could have been a disaster in this village."

Moreover, the punden also wants to be torn down. Oh, geez! It is inconceivable how glorious the second and that place was. A sacred place how could it be casually dismantled? As people who were still very superstitious, Ningsih and her parents could not hide their worries.

"Yes, no, don't think too much. Mending now you rest first." After stroking her daughter's hair, Ms. Rusmini rolled her own long hair and used to be tied low-fitting at the nape of the nape, now into a one-pointed cepol bun.

"Already, Ndok. Your mother said, don't think too much. You won't just give up. You will invite the citizens to unite to reject the decision of Bu Lurah. Yeah, already, if you don't want to eat, there, take a break."

Not saying anything more, Ningsih stepped footily towards her room. Looking at her current state, anyone would think that the girl had given up. But, of course not. It was not that easy to break the spirit and determination of the girl who in her blood flowed the soul of the traditional art lover. Now he's just too angry and in shock. Just look later if his mood has been set, he will definitely get excited again.

At first Ningsih thought that he would not be able to sleep because his mind was in a state of turmoil, but in fact, he fell asleep not long after lying down. About an hour and a half later, the girl who was angry until she lost the spirit of life, now well dressed, ready to go to the hangar. His face looked fresh and cheerful, there were no gloomy remains at all.

While tying her hair, Ningsih stepped onto the veranda. A lonely house, maybe both parents are going to the rice field. After locking the door, the tall, mature-skinned girl rushed out of the house.

It's almost three o'clock, the kids must have been waiting.

Because the streets were usually quiet in the hours like today, Ningsih crossed without looking left and left ....

"Oe, oe, oe! Be careful!" Fortunately, the bike brakes were. Otherwise, Ningsih would have been hit. Instead, the handsome face of the young man seemed to be frowning strangely, like enduring pain. How not to get sick, lha, wong his little sister hit the bicycle crossbar. Know, right? Bicycles are high and there is a cross between the saddle and handlebar.

To Ningsih's surprise, he suddenly glared at the lonely road, finally while braking he immediately jumped from the saddle, when it should not be necessary, both legs were long enough to be the actual buffer. Yes, the name is also reflex motion, which can be approximated.

"Wooh! It's okay, right?" His tone showed concern, but the lips that were closed by the hands could not help but smile. Ningsih knew that this young man was in pain because it hit him.

Screaming while stroking his nape, this young man looked ridiculous. "No pa-pa .. emh .. a little pain, anyway."

Unable to help laughing, Ningsih finally closed her mouth to disguise her, but immediately restrained herself, realizing that it was very disrespectful. Moreover, this person does not seem to be a villager here.

"Mas, not the villagers here, huh?"

"No. I-i-"

"God, Mr. Mantri!" The arrival of Ms. Rusmini distracts both of them.

Thought to the rice field, not even yearya went to find this man. Ningsih. Uh! How can you know this immigrant?

"Sorry, Ms. Rus, I just want to take a look at the atmosphere of the village."

"Mom knows her?"

"This is Mr. Mantri of the new-" Forest"

"Mrs Ningsih!" This time the children of the sanggar were interrupting-calling from across the market.

"Aish, until I forget. Yes, it's been Ningsih saying goodbye, Buk. Come on, Mas." After a small nod Ningsih immediately moved.

"His daughter, Miss Rus?"

"Yes. Come on, just talk at home, sir."

Both also moved. Time, yes, chatting in the middle of the road. The young man was named Jati Siman, the new Forest Mantri candidate. Arrived this morning without prior notice. Because this morning Bu Lurah was still busy meeting at the village hall, Pak Mantri Forest who long handed over Teak to Bu Rusmini, because Mr. Mantri Forest long want to go to work.

Handsome, small mole near the corner of the lower right eye makes his face look more special.

The children told Ningsih that Bu Lurah was in the hangar, waiting on the terrace. The mood that had just improved instantly roiled again. Once faced his gaze sharply unfriendly.

"His disciples had been waiting since, uh, his teacher had just arrived." Bu Lurah greeted Ningsih with sarcastic speech.

Although the heart was half-dead, to the point that it felt like grabbing his cepol bun, but Ningsih ignored Bu Lurah. He didn't want to fuss in front of the kids.

His molars tightened, opening the door very roughly, without the ba-bi-bu directly gawking in. The five disciples followed while glancing at Bu Lurah timidly.

"You guys practice by yourself first, I want to talk to Miss Lurah."

"Bu Ningsih, is it true that this sanggar wants to be torn down?" The question of one of the disciples holding back Ningsih's steps.

"Where will we learn, Mom? At my practice place there's seasonal." That is, in the village he will only have dance practice when the season of performance or performing arts. Usually, ... if the graduation season, Augustusan, yes, anyway that kind of.

"You don't have to worry, there's or there's no hangar, I'll keep training you." Talking is easy, sliding just like that, but when imagining this sanggar soon—may—akan flat with the ground, his heart is sad.

His steps were stiff and heavy. While walking, Ningsih set her breath to arrange the mind. Uh! It failed! When he saw Bu Lurah's face adorned with a thin and cynical smile, Ningsih's defense immediately collapsed, his emotions overflowing.

"Do you care, Miss Lurah, am I late to teach or not? This hangar's dead or alive, after all, I never want to know!"

How Ningsih struggled to preserve this sanggar, Bu Lurah also never took a headache.

Now just want to break the efforts and expectations of people who love art and culture very much by saying, the useless sanggar better be torn down and made more useful.

"You must not be impudent, yes! Who do you think you are? Just because nari can continue to feel herself most righteous and great--"

"Bu Lurah came here for what? Just say it ...." Without glaring even his eyes were big round, especially when glaring like now. Looks like Balinese dancer eyes.

"Listen well ..."--Bu Lurah brought her face closer to Ningsih's, her eyes were also glaring, but it became even serene because of her fresh red lips-it-"from tomorrow there's no need for dancing classes."

Huh uh?!

While Ningsih was still in shock, Bu Lurah had already rushed away. He was horrified as well as looking directly into the girl's eyes. I don't know why the fur also bristles.

Ningsih's mood returned bad, even worse, but tried as much as possible to remain calm before her students.

Uh! Still can't. Emotions are unstable, Ningsih often makes wrong movements. Finally, tell the children to come home early and tell them to come straight to his house tomorrow.

He will still fight for this sanggar, but does not want to involve children. If tomorrow he forced to keep training in the hangar and then Bu Lurah came again, worried that the children would be scared.

Around five o'clock, Mr. Agung came, without further ado Ningsih immediately told him to leave. Actually pity also saw the face of the man's pity, but how else? Ningsih is still upset extraordinarily, seeing Mr. Agung feels like seeing Bu Lurah alone.

It was already six o'clock, the rain fell quite heavily so it was a good reason for Ningsih to stay in the hangar because she forgot to bring an umbrella.

This room was empty, there was no other furniture other than one table and one chair that was now sitting Ningsih, was worn out, but still strong because it was made of real teak wood.

The hangar is quite large-the size of the houses of the population in general. At the opposite end of the door, the floor surface is three steps higher, resembling a stage. Indeed, in addition to practicing, this sanggar is also often used as a venue for art performances.

When the nyadranan arrived, in this sanggar the wayang kulit and teledek performances were held. When the day of the show arrived, the front board wall was temporarily dismantled to make it easier for residents who wanted to watch. The front yard is quite wide, connecting with vacant land owned by residents. So, it can accommodate many people.

Only used once a year, the rest, yes, just left alone until finally Ningsih took the initiative to preserve it again.

On the wall there are still three photos of the dancers of ancient times, black and white in an ordinary wooden frame without carvings. Ningsih's heart was filled to see the cheerful smiles of the old village girls, who seemed very proud to be part of this sanggar dancer.

Ningsih's eyes stared glaringly at the photos. His hand hurriedly rubbed the cheeks that were amused by something flowing, he thought there was a roof leaking again, but it turned out his own tears.

While still wiping the tears, suddenly there was a sound of gending along with gamelan, very clear. Instead of being surprised or scared, Ningsih stood up from her seat and started dancing.

Every movement contains emotion. Just look at that, the body is bending like a boneless, the wrists are twisting and jerking so smoothly. The faster the sound of gending and gamelan, the more wildly Ningsih dances, until her body collapses to the floor.

Lereno, Ndok Cah Ayu.

(Rest, beautiful girl .. need not be taken heart)

Faintly Ningsih saw a beautiful woman with yellow ivory, stroking her head gently.

"Change Princess." After muttering, Ningsih fell unconscious.

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