BABE JADULKU
Season 2 Part 8
...* My dear (not ) Jadulku*...
Four Pa Siregar families agree to continue their holiday to Palembang. This is advice from Bang Parta, before venturing to Kalimantan, he had indeed migrated to Palembang. All agree with Bang Parta's proposal.
Driving two cars, we left. From Tanjung Jabung Barat to Palembang City takes about 5 hours. We leave this morning. At noon, we arrived in Palembang.
"We'll find food first" I suggested later.
"Based on the diner" replied Rina. However, Dame who brought the car just assies.
We dined at a typical Minang restaurant, continuing the journey to the Ampera Bridge. It is said that this bridge is an icon of the city of Palembang.
"It's the longest river in Sumatra, Dek" said Bang Parlin.
"Yes, Bang, you know, we're looking for hawker, yuk," I asked her husband. While Bang Nyatan and Bang Parta busy photos.
We were walking around looking for snacks, Bang Parlin is now a lot, he often explained something to me.
"Food special Palembang, Pempek, Dek," said the husband.
"Yes, Bang, you know, who doesn't know, look at that, Bang, there's a restaurant on the water," he said, pointing to the restaurant in the river.
"Mbok Sri, definitely Javanese cuisine," said the husband.
"Let's try, Bang," I asked.
We entered the restaurant. It looks like this ship is transformed into a restaurant. Let me see the menu, mostly with a variety of fish. I'm a hobby to eat directly ordered cork fish shields. An hour later we were reunited with the whole family. After the meeting we agreed to find a hotel to stay.
That night Bang Parta took us on a tour to curuk maung. The waterfall is said to be beautiful but is in a hidden place. Five hours drive from Palembang. At first we all agreed, but when Bang Parta said to get to the waterfall had to walk for an hour, I immediately disagreed. There's Ucok and Butet, how's it going?
That night we decided where else to go after this. Dame suggested going to Lampung and crossing the Sunda Strait. I disagree because it's new from there. Bang Nyatan actually suggests adventuring into the interior of South Sumatra.
"We're making a pilgrimage to father's grave alone" Bang Parlin suggested.
"Again" replied Sofie quickly.
"Yes, also yes, since the father-in-law died, we have never been on pilgrimage together" said Bang Nyatan's wife.
Finally we turned around, continuing the journey back to the village of Pa siregar's birth, a journey that was quite far. Bang Nyatan said, will travel for one day and one night. That's when you never rest. A thousand kilometers away.
We saw an eastbound causeway through Jambi and Riau provinces. Start the journey after dawn. In the afternoon we arrived in Pekanbaru. In this city we rest, looking for lodging.
The next day, after the dawn prayer, we continued again. The journey from Pekanbaru passes through a very large oil palm plantation, left right of the oil palm plantation. We took the road from Rokan Hulu. At night it has arrived in the village of Para Pa siregar's birth. House relics in-laws are still there, all this time we have a salary of people to take care of it.
In the evening the house was crowded with people who came, fortunately we also brought a lot of souvenirs. Each guest was given a Bang Parlin can of biscuits and a sarong.
In the morning we had breakfast before going on pilgrimage to the grave of the father-in-law. The burial distance from the village was about five hundred meters. We're on foot. When arriving at the cemetery from afar, a white man was seen beside the grave of Father-in-law.
"Who is that?" Bang Nyatan asked first.
"Some," replied Bang Parlin.
We continued to walk closer, but the man in white seemed unaware of our arrival,.
"Don't you kuntilanak?" said Rina.
"Ah, where possible," replied Bang Nyatan.
I just became afraid myself, I don't know who the woman was, early in the morning already in the cemetery. After we got closer, only the sound of people reading yasin. It turned out that the woman read the yasin in the grave of the father-in-law.
"Assalamu'alaikum" said Bang Parta.
The woman did not answer our greetings, she kept reading yasin. He had noticed our arrival, I knew because he had turned his head towards us. Finally we wait for him to finish reading yasin.
"Assalamu'alaikum," said Bang Nyatan again after the woman finished praying.
"Waalaikumsalam" he answered.
"Who is this mother?" Askaqua.
"Sorry, you may not know me, I am the widow of this father," he said to surprise me.
"Widow" asked Sofie.
"Ah, no way," Bang Nyatan seemed to be in disbelief.
"Many secrets of your father, Panyahatan Siregar!" said the mother.
"Yes, you know, stepson himself,"
"I can't believe it, you can't marry me again without us knowing" Bang Parta said.
"It's okay if you don't believe me, I don't need you to believe, but I'm your stepmother, you don't know what it's like to have a husband die but you can't see." he said standing up. Then walk away from the tomb.
We all looked at each other, then Bang Parlin ran to call the mother. They seemed to be talking, I don't know what they were talking about I didn't hear. But she came back and joined us. I still don't understand, how could the late father-in-law marry again without knowing his children?
After the completion of our pilgrimage home on foot, the mother excused her to return to her brother's house in the next village. Arriving at our house also began to discuss the fact that Father-in-law left a wife.
"If that's true, we should give our stepmother rights, an eighth of my father's property rights to her" Bang Parlin said.
"Don't be easy to believe, ask first if there is evidence, a marriage book or anything," said Sofie.
"True, it feels strange, the time no one knows, or maybe he wants a treasure," said Rina.
"My guess is that too, he suddenly showed up when we came, when my dad was sick, where was he?" I'm giving you an opinion.
"Yes, I don't know what kind of story it is" said Bang Nyatan.
''What's that story?"
Bang Nyatan then told me about a woman who was upset because of a lot of debt, she wanted to cry as much as possible without anyone suspecting, she was embarrassed because of a lot of debt, she finally went to the tomb, she said, and wept beside the tomb of the newly buried. A woman came to him, and said. "It's money, please don't cry at my husband's grave, I know you're one of his wives, please leave, don't be embarrassed or ask for a share." Be surprised the woman, she got a lot of money, she got a lot of money, enough to pay off the money.
"Hahaha," we all laughed at Bang Nyatan's story.
After a long time of negotiation, we finally agreed to give the woman the right, rather than the father-in-law did not calm because he left a debt, which is one-eighth of the property of the father-in-law. The problem now is that she's not coming back, we don't know how to reach her.
Lina and I got a job searching the village next door. But the woman was not found either, how we wanted to find her, her name we do not know. We went home without success.
"I don't feel calm, yes" said Bang Nyatan, after we reported.
Bang Parlin then took his old HP, began to contact and ask who, long ago he called. When finished ...
"Our father often went one day out of nowhere, so the story of our employees in the garden, they also do not know the father had a wife again, but if it is true that the father married again, I can't blame you" said Bang Parlin.
"So where do we find him?" bang Parta.
"We're going to Dad's grave again, who knows if he's coming again?" bosiku.
All agreed, we went back to the tomb the next morning, sure enough, the woman was there again, she still wore white face, this time she was with a girl about eleven years old.
"Assalamu'alaikum," greetings us.
"Guilipinam,"
"Honestly, Mom, who is this mom?" tanyaku later.
"I told you, I'm the widow of the deceased, she's very kind,"
"Where did you live, where you've been, is there evidence of a marriage license or anything?" ask Bang Parta.
"There's no marriage license, because we married a series, I don't need to show you evidence, because I don't need a confession either" she said.
"If you can show evidence or witness, we will give you the right, one-eighth of our father's estate" Bang Parlin said.
"Who is this?" I asked as I pointed at the little girl next to him.
"This is my son, your brother,"
"Well, we have a sister?" bang Parlin half shouted.
"What's your name, Dek?" I knelt in front of the child.
"Duma, brother," he replied.
"Naduma Sari Oloan?"
"No, Naduma Sari Putri,"
Whoa?!
* look at that niyet see! naduma also 🤠*
