Cantings

Episode 1's

The school bell had just clinked, and not long after it sounded boisterous lowly children of Junior High School N I Bantul scattered out of the classroom. The clock shows at 13:30 exactly, it's time to go home from school.

Sri Rudatin, commonly called Datin, the class 2 schoolgirl rushed to pick up a bicycle and rush home. He said he was pleased with his friend Surtini:

“Surtini, please tell friends yes, I can not join the study group first. There is a noble task from my mother hehehe..... I have to send a batikan to the manager Danu, it should have been yesterday not delivered but yesterday it rained.”.

Datin is a child who excels at school. So often asked to teach friends, usually when doing math homework. They usually work at school about 1 to 1.5 hours after school.

“ Tin why not afternoon just send it ?” ask Surtini. “ I'm afraid it's raining like yesterday afternoon. This too while taking a new one. Wis ah yo I have to deliver while racing the same rain.” Datin.

Rudatin since 6th grade SD usually send batikan directed by his mother to the manager who employs him once every 3 or 4 days. Usually he did send in the afternoon, but because it was rainy season so almost every day in November if the afternoon often rains, then for a while he escorted her if it was right to go home from school.

Rudatin lived in Manding Bantul village, not far from where he attended school at Junior High School N I Bantul. But Danu's place in the village of Tembi, a little far from his house, because Datin ride a bicycle, so he had to rush to leave so that before the rain fell it had returned home.

Datin was the only child of father Martodikromo and mother Parinah. The life of the Martodikromo family is very simple and arguably all fitting. Mr. Marto, Datin's father's nickname, is the elementary school keeper at Manding and part-time tailor for leather handbags and purses. While Bu Parinah is a batik labor wrote.

Her parents had no intention of having another child since her sister Datin died at the age of a toddler from dengue fever, given their uneasy life.

Mr. Marto and Bu Parinah although it is a child wong but has enough advanced thinking for the size of the village. He worked hard to get his children as high as they could. Because through adequate education, a better life can be obtained. Besides, it just so happened that Datin had a brilliant brain, for him school was easy. Class 5 and 6 of Datin Elementary School used to get a scholarship because of his achievements. His parents think that do not get like those who are Junior are only the first year, even Parinah only until grade 4 SD only. Mr. Marto is actually quite tenacious and intelligent, just because of fate he can not continue his school.

Rudatin himself grew up to be an intelligent child, whose level of intelligence exceeded the average of his peers. His intelligence comes from his father.

“ Nduk klo dengantuk mbok ya well established there, kok even liyer-liyer klekaran in front of the door. That's your feet going up the stove, the hot wax blaen tenan spill!.” His mother said that little Datin who was waiting for his mother mbatik, while lying stabbed beside his mother.

“I can't sleep in the room, I'm happy here just near mom, my feet are far from the stove kok.” Datin little ngeyel.

The sound of the blowing of the canting (a tool for painting batik) containing hot candles every want to be used to paint sounds very melodious and shady, he said, so that little Datin fell asleep peacefully to hear the rhythm of the sounds of semprat-templates that repeated regularly.

“ Bu mbok while ndongeng to, let me not sleep!” pinta Datin to her mother.

“ Haah, mbelgedes! Add ngle even later you, mother ndremimil you snorok.” His mother if the story must be interspersed with dialogue that uses canticles or singing, so that Datin fixated the more liyer liyer sleepy. Later these memories are always remind Datin of the peace of his childhood amid the simplicity of his family.

Sunday morning that his father would go fishing in the child or small branch times Opak: “ Nduk come....want to join the father fishing not?” bring father. Datin the new kriyip kriyip wake up constantly rushing up, bring a change of clothes and towel carded bamboo bag then run to follow his father.

Arriving at the river have many children of friends Datin who are bathing in the river who are also in the company of their parents.: “ Tiii, Datiiin here. Strong aren't you?” challenge friends.

While his father was fishing, Datin swam some distance around him. “ Hey nduk...don't be far away, you are here! You are ngati-ati.” His father was well established in a place where the water was calm away from the boy playing.

“ Nggih sir…. Me here. Hey cah! Which fatur, he said yesterday abstaining me?” Datin nanya his diving challenger, Fatur male classmate. “Lha...that's it!” answer his friend while pointing at the child who just emerged from the dive.

Little Datin became a good swimmer. If you have entered the river, it is like a tadpole that appears-sinking sliding quickly.

Ahead of the high sun, his father already got some cork fish, he took Datin home.

“Tiiiin... come home, it's almost bedug!, you if not sure come home do not remember the sun! Tuh hands already on wrinkles are also still insistent ciblon. Go home and cook pickled yellow fish you nduk for lunch, let your pinter.” Then the father and son went home with happy faces.

Datinpun happy little run away to stall bu Mangku: “ Nduk cah ayu, this sugar yes.” said bu Mangku while thrusting a package of sugar a quarter kilo.

Datin is haunted to see a stall that sells various needs, this must be a rich man, because whatever he has. Not like his parents who have to buy first if they want something. In his heart Datin wants tomorrow if he is big and so a smart person he wants to have a stall for his parents. Let her parents be rich too. It was a thought as he was a boy, and was deeply imprinted in his heart to realize his ideals.

“ Anything else to buy?” ask Madam Mangku, because she saw Datin still in front of the stall.

Datin realized, he smiled while running home : ” mboten mbah, until niki mawon (not Mbah, already this).”

The family's main protein source is simply from river fish taken for free or rice eel.

It was a glimpse of memories when Datin was a child, when he was still in elementary school. Starting in grade 4 of Datin Elementary School after school has helped her mother prepare a stove and pan for a candle holder mbatik equipment, while her mother prepares meals for her family.

Rudatin continued to SMP N I Bantul. She grew up to be a beautiful girl with raw sapodilla skin, not brownish, more like brownish but bright duku skin. She is the seed of the village flower, even though she is still a child has shown her beauty. His mother's humble education always taught manners and obedience which sometimes too low. Because he is accustomed to applying his position as a worker Parinah bu.

After school Datin continued to meet his mother : “ Pundi bu, batikan cloth to be deposited to the Danu boss, I want to deliver now only, later to rain.”

“ You don't eat first Tin?” ask his mother while proffering a record of the number of batikan that has been completed this month.

“ Nduk, later this note is set (delivered) to bu Danu, to fetch his wages.” Message from Parinah.

“ Nggih bu.” Datin answered while riding his bicycle away.

Arriving at the house of batik manager Danu Sutaryo, Datin got off his bike, when he entered the spacious yard he led his bike, he did not dare ride his bike in the yard, later considered not knowing manners.

KRT Danu Sutaryo, is an official in the Yogya City Government, his wife manages the production and sale of batik tulis and cap. Starting from the coloring process to completion. His house on the edge of the highway of Tembi village is very wide, with a land area of about 1500m2. The back is used for the workshop batik manufacturing process. The house is in the shape of a large joglo. The front, originally a pendopo. But the pendopinya closed glass for show room or display room for sale batiknya. After connecting the strands with the parent house, or commonly called pringgitan, there is an emperean or drooping parent house that is used as a living room. Then the mother house consists of a large sitting room on the front, and there is a room room at the back inside the mother house. Then on the left and right behind the mother house there is a bar for guest bedrooms and other family members and employees. Just the very back of the workshop.

The front yard is very wide, before the pendopo guess the distance from the front fence about 20m. Datin carded his bicycle in the front yard of the pendopo and entered the guard in the showroom. Datin welcomed a sweet woman around the age of 24 years, he was Proborini son-in-law of the juragan, wife of Prayudi the eldest son of the first wife, from the late first wife.

“ Oh, you Tin, for a moment yes I call mom first, you sit here Tin.” Said Rini, calling Proborini, kindly.

“ Nggih mbak, maturnuwun. (yes mbak, thanks).” Sahut Datin while sitting on a short bench or short cot for the title of batik cloth.

Not how long bu Danu out accompanied by Rini. While checking the notes and giving money in an envelope as a paid batik wage.

“ Nduk cah ayu, later tell your mother that now I bring 3, if it can be finished a week, later take it again because this is a truntum batik for family uniforms order people want to help 3 months more. Than not spread to other craftsmen.” Said Ms. Danu.

“ Inggih bu, later I convey to mother, matur sembang nuwun bu (thanks, in the main Javanese language), all pamit.”

“ Yes, be careful yes nduk, it is already going to rain.”

Right until the rain fell very heavy at home, which was already a bit drizzling. His mother immediately greeted while making hot tea and told Datin to have lunch even though it was actually 4 pm. Datin's decision was right, if he had lunch first he would have been rained.