ANCESTRAL INHERITANCE

Remembering the past

..."A despicable (poor) person happens to be a great (rich) person; expect the non-existent"...

The rain continued to fall, the rivers of Dusun Kidul, Kulon and Etan, which had never flooded despite the intensity of rain that poured high enough, now one by one began to overflow.

In the rice fields, large ditches of irrigation channels also overflowed, many embankments, rice that was almost ready to harvest all fell under water. The rice paddy that was supposed to look yellowing beautifully, now looks like a sea of brown water.

However, strangely enough, the sand is basically a small river full of rocks, flanked by sand on the left and right, the water is never high, let alone overflow and flood the homes of the surrounding residents, in fact, in fact, the water is never high, kan, the rain was evenly distributed, flushing the entire Pangangan Village without exception.

In the sandang there are underground springs that never dry even in the dry season. On the edge of the excavation of a deep spring, a circular wall, like a well, was built, as high as an adult's waist.

On the sand around the well walls, there are many flower setaman sprinkled, even there are offerings in the form of food wrapped in banana leaves and market snacks.

Danyang pendang itself is believed to be the protector of Lor Hamlet because it is located there. The residents of Lor Hamlet whose civilization is still far less than other hamlets, are indeed more fanatical for matters of tradition and customs, especially the elders of Pangangan Village many live there.

With the incident many rivers overflow and rice fields flooded in hamlets that have made the punden as the center of the ritual, while in Lor Hamlet it is safe, finally, there were many rumors that connected the event with Bu Lurah who was about to dismantle the hangar and punden.

Although the overflow of river water does not cause flash flooding, but still very troubling.

The bicycle wheels driven by Mr. Padianto split the water that stagnated on the road. Clear plastic worn as a substitute for a coat, waving in the wind, caping hat tied under the chin also looks like it is revolting about to break away.

The middle-aged man did not frown at all, continuing to paddle against the wind direction as if he wanted to throw his frail body.

To meet his daughter the man until reckless like this. He had to talk to Bu Lurah about the plan to dismantle the sanggar and punden.

Ningsih who had often looked at the window to check his father had come home from the rice field or not, was concerned when he saw the man passing in the street in front of the house.

Where are you going to rain like this? Does his family prohibit?

"Duh, Mbah Padi. Rainy, really, reckless." Ms. Rusmini who just appeared next to Ningsih said.

"Eh?! That's Mbah Padianto, Buk?" Naturally, if Ningsih did not recognize the person was Pak Padianto because the situation was enough to trick the eye. "It's so sorry."

"Bu Lurah was not even half a year in office, it was strange. Like a pacet wants to be a snake. Maybe Mr. Padi was urged by the elders to talk to him."

"But, yeah, it doesn't have to be now--"

"Eh, Ndok. Last afternoon Mr. Gonden came here to ask for a sanggar key. Asked by Bu Lurah."

Her sweet face instantly turned sour. "Don't dream." Suddenly the girl got up, took a large umbrella hanging from the pole of the house.

"Well, where are you going?"

"You go to Bu Lurah's house. Ningsih should talk--"

"Don't recklessly. Tomorrow, right, it still can!"

"Can't, Buk. Ningsih did not want Mbah Putri to be angry. Look at the state of the village now. Even if the weather is good tomorrow, Ningsih will invite the children to practice in the studio again. It doesn't matter if Miss Lurah gets angry or something. Will face it."

"Yes, already. Then mom's coming along." Ms. Rusmini was helpless at the hardness of her daughter's heart, who, if she wanted to do something, would not back down even if hindered.

"Mom's home, wait for me to come home. It's almost five o'clock."

Ms. Rusmini could only stare at her daughter's passing with a sad heart. Noticing Ningsih's feet sinking up to the top of the eyes, the water still splashed even though it had stepped slowly. Ningsih pulled her toenails up to her knees to avoid getting worse wet. Umbrellas are not much help because the wind makes rain like scattered in all directions.

It seems like there must be a service to clean the got, garbage and sand must have accumulated and clogged the rate of water, so that it spills into the road like today. The houses near the river had even been infused with overflowing water.

Ningsih went into the veranda of Bu Lurah's house, the party was there sitting by itself. Pak Agung motorbike does not exist, meaning the person does not exist. Ningsih heaved a sigh of relief.

"Kulo Nuwun, Miss Party!" Nigsih had to shout to overcome the noise of rain and wind.

"Monggo, Ma'am Ningsih. It's raining, it's reckless, anyway!"

"You've seen Bu Lurah. There's important business, Ma'am."

"Send the sanggar key?" The party's once friendly face was suddenly sour. "Mbak Ningsih wants to give up? I can't dance, but yes, I don't agree that the ancestral heritage that existed from the past is dismantled. Danyang Gopet and Nyai Bibet could be furious."

"I don't believe that! The pokony doesn't believe it!" Even in the midst of the heavy rain the voice of Bu Lurah from the inside direction sounded very clear.

"In a fight with Mr. Padianto." The party explained without asking.

"Yes, I'm in then." Without waiting for an answer, Ningsih immediately moved on.

In the front room, Bu Lurah and Pak Padianto were sitting opposite, tense. Their faces were both red.

"Well! Here goes!" The arrival of Ningsih immediately attracted the attention of Bu Lurah. The woman stood straight up to. "Where's the key?!"

Still in the doorway is locked. Ningsih is upset not playing. "Mother Lurah don't dream! Until whenever the sanggar will still stand there--"

"Can't! Tomorrow there will be officers coming for the survey. Give me the keys!"

"I came to ngingetin Bu Lurah. If Bu Lurah remains maksa unloading punden and sanggar, disaster will hit this village."

"Well! Hear that. Ndok Ningsih just know, it is you who are even reckless." Pak Padianto also approached. Be a fuss moving in front of the door.

Bu Lurah was more angry. "Huh! That nonsense, even though the reason he insisted on maintaining the hangar so that he could freely secretly meet with Mas Agung, sir!"

Ningsih's eyes that were without glaring were already big, now increasingly look bigger and bulge outwards.

"Pull his words, Miss Lurah." Instead of shouting, the girl just spoke growling from between tightly gritted teeth. However, it actually made him seem more haunted. "That's slander." Losing respect, Ningsih pointed right in front of Bu Lurah's face.

Strange, Miss Lurah did not reply. His eyes stared at the nanar and tightly clenched lips only twitched, like they could not be opened or lost the ability to speak.

"Already, Ndok Ningsih. Come on, sit down---"

"Before Mbah Putri himself who came to see Bu Lurah, you should immediately undo the intention to dismantle the punden and sanggar. It's not kidding!"

Mr. Padianto could only remain silent when he felt a strange aura emanating from Ningsih, while Bu Lurah immediately remembered the event two nights ago. Where he was visited by a beautiful woman with yellow ivory.

Uh! It's nonsense. The woman continued to resist superstition.

Plaques

Very rude, Bu Lurah slapped Ningsih's hand. "I'm not scared! Demons, demits, I'm not afraid."

"Sri!"

All attention turned to the main door, where the Great Sir was stepping hurriedly.

"Father of the same Deck Ningsih, rain like this, really, can be here---"

"Sir, please teach this Father's wife to take care of her mouth and understanding that the sacred place should not be disturbed! And one more thing, you should not have to come to Sanggar again. Ningsih knows what you mean by good father, but other people whose minds are short-sighted can be mistaken."

Glancing cynically at a glance towards Bu Lurah, Ningsih then rushed away, not hirau at the screams and swearing that Bu Lurah threw.

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Two old men wearing black clothes complete with blangkons, were fervently sitting in front of the fertilization in a special room.

Mbah Mun and Mbah Surip are carrying out a bala repellent ritual to calm the anger of the danyang, so that a greater disaster does not happen to Pangangan Village.

It is not clear whether the rain that continues to fall to cause this flood is due to the wrath of the danyang. As elders, they just did what they had to do-begging for protection.

The mouths of the two continued to mutter, the smoke from the incense burning in the small furnace of fertilization spreading a very strong aroma.

The public light as the only light, swayed by a gust of wind that infiltrated through the cracks of the board wall.

So silent, a dark aura seemed to fill this place.

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