Between Love and Traditional Java

Javanese Myth

I am still curious about the Javanese customs. In my family I have never touched on this issue. My family does not make Javanese custom as a benchmark. So I don't understand, I just heard this from Danial.

I was browsing on Google, I was curious. There are several articles explaining.

"Haihh very complicated Javanese people want to marry?" i'm muttering.

I scrool-scrool the screen, read carefully. A lot of opinions surround my mind.

"Barring marriage in Sura or Muharram?" I tried to understand the explanation written on one of the websites.

"Yes, it is not good also if in the first calendar hijri calendar carried out a great celebration, he said this month is sacred and often brings great calamities. Still understandable," I justified my argument while tapping the table.

drrt.drr..

"Why don't you pick up my phone" Danial's chat stopped me.

It was early in the morning that Danial called me. But I ignored his phone. I don't think I'm good at digesting yesterday's events. So torturous. He decided on me without considering my feelings. Is not a problem there must be a solution, I lament.

"I'll try for us." Danial sent me another message, but only I read it. I am still lazy to reply.

I continued my activity, I scrooled my laptop screen, and stuck to one of the article titles. The first child and third child should not be married in Javanese custom. Deg, my feelings are no longer good. I focused on reading that article.

"According to some Javanese people the first child and the third child should not be married because it will bring disaster. Starting from frequent fights due to high character differences, economic difficulties to one of the parents of the bride or a relative will die."

"Wouldn't the living die someday?" I muttered while shaking my head. Then I continued reading again.

"High character distinction is the first child of the firstborn who is firm and independent. While the third child of the youngest tends to be spoiled. Large character differences will be difficult to establish a more serious relationship especially if it is difficult to compromise." I read the article carefully.

"In a world where there are people who are really the same with each other, the difference in character is natural, is it not that it can be overcome, the proof is that I'm the same Danial can fit even sometimes bickering." I don't agree if it's a benchmark. I scroll again my screen and read carefully.

"Javanese people who will hold a marriage will do the calculation of weton mate. Weton is done to find out the match rate of the pair. If it is suitable, the wedding plan will be carried out. But if the wetonnya not suitable, then the marriage should be canceled. Many still believe it."

"Well, what the fuck is a soul mate?" I'm thinking confused. I searched Google again.

"In the Javanese primbon, weton mate is used to determine compatibility between partners based on birth date guidance.

From the date of birth is then mapped based on the day in the Islamic calendar from Sunday to Monday, then the Javanese calendar or pancawarna include, Pahing, Pon, Wage, Kliwon, and Legi."

I digest this sentence earnestly. I really learned. I focused until my phone rang unresponsive. I'm just lyrically for a moment, Danial called. I was busy reading. I ignored him.

"Based on the day and market there is a table of numbers that have become the benchmark, and the sum of birthdays and market days is called nebtu. There is already a calculation formula and future predictions that are believed to be hereditary by the community."

I understand the formula carefully, the fad I came out the notebook wanted to count as well. Just know it. I do not believe in the same prophecy, all of it has become the will of God. But what's wrong with just knowing.

"Danial who was born on Saturday Kliwon has nebtu 17 and I who was born Thursday Pahing also have nebtu 17,"

I was busy counting the summations until I found the prediction. I doodled the paper hoping the prophecy was good. I don't believe it, but I want to know. After I summed up the results, it was very sad that I read them. Foreseen admonition means that there will be one party cheating.

But my fad searches for soul mate prophecy, I enter my name and date of birth the same Danial. All good predictions. As falling on the prediction called the Queen which means the household is very respected people nearby even some are jealous of its harmony. This couple will be able to combine beautiful and eternal love and always be abundant in happiness.

"Cieeh.. rich Habibie and Ainun donk, uncch.." I smiled thinking about it.

"No, the gini prophecy is trusted, not valid. All relationships must also be mismatched, but how do we want to survive." I grumbled.

"From being rich I was immediately cut off, I just didn't accept it" I nagged myself.

"Do you really want to work on our relationship?" I finally responded to Danial. I answered the message.

"I'm sorry yesterday, I'll try, try to find a way out, and persuade my father." Danial explained.

Shortly Danial direct video call. I hesitated to lift her up, it felt like to see her face made me imagine yesterday's scene, where she hit my feelings with just two words 'We broke up'. But my fingers cannot be in sync with my heart. I shifted the screen until Danial's face appeared in front of me.

"I'm sorry, I'll find a way out" Danial spoke. He apologized to me again.

"But I still need time alone and let me calm down." I turned off the video call. I still haven't thought about it, how to 11.

***

Danial Pov's

"I'm such a stupid man, how can I hurt the people I love the most" I cursed myself.

Yesterday's incident was like a word Danial didn't realize had been spoken. His troubled mind made his brain unable to think clearly. By reflex he just decided on Dyana. Now he regretted saying those words.

From morning Dyana didn't pick up my phone. I understand that he's very upset with me, even angry.

"Why didn't you pick up my phone?" I sent him a message and I didn't get a reply either.

I lay my body on the bed, it felt like my mind was jumping in an indiscriminate direction. I felt uncomfortable, I tilted to the right and left but still not funny. I grabbed my phone on the nightstand and opened the WA again, still unanswered.

"I'll try for us." I sent another message, hoping to get it back soon. Before long I saw two blue ticks. I waited for his reply but he just read it.

"huahh.." I rubbed my head rough. I'm confused as to what to do. I finally pulled my jacket and left the room.

"Where are we going?" my mother said as she passed by in the front room.

"You go to Andi's house, you know" I left the house in a hurry. I put my motor key in and start the engine.

"Be careful Le," cried my mother. I heard it last.

I'll put my bike on immediately. And to the blue painted house that has always been the basecamp of my friends. Andi's House.