Cantings

Episode 22

Friday, December 23, was the last day of the GMS with the last Flight Datin, Bimo and Bu Parinah departing to Yogya.

“ Mother I will be with Bimo before the new year will go to Semarang, do not know for sure tgl 30 or 31 December, later on 1-1-2006 noon I return Yogya, not yet, only tomorrow tgl 2-1-2006 we visit Jakarta.” Datin

“ Yo wis, please, later mom sometimes in Condong Chess and sometimes to Manding yo nduk. When sugengane (remembrance of his death) Pras that you will be a direct messenger like Mardi benerin kitchen, the same bedroom I to, want no one (want to try), hehehe…..already miss je even though there are 3 months there. Sometimes when cooking in the kitchen it keeps your father in mind that pas naruk bucket of eel contents.” Ms. Parinah is nostalgic.

“ Yo wis, happy good dreams to see you mom tomorrow. I yo did not make an agreement with the late mas Pras, hehehe.” Datin Canda.

Saturday morning after dawn prayer, Datin sleep again because it is premature to want to mbangkong or wake up, relieve fatigue after months of struggling with courses, meetings, and, read and evaluate financial statements and a series of daily Datin schedule densities. Bimo also slept well. But not yet 2 hours of sleep, half seven in the morning Datin shocked awake. He dreams of chasing Pras who laughs while running to the river he used to swim if fit to go fishing Mr. Marto. Datin caution, he did not turn on the AC because this December Yogya happened to be cool. But last night it did not rain, only cloudy, so the air felt a bit sultry.

“ Bimo…..Bimooo...where are you nak?” Datin shouted because Bimo who slept next to him was empty. Datin gasped, afraid, he thought he was still in the apartment. If Bimo comes out the door, no one knows it's dangerous.

“ Lha morning kok bengok bengok (yelling) like kesambet sawan celeng, what is it to??? When I wake up in the afternoon, my dream is still bad. That Bimo has asked to take a shower with Lilis continues to play ball with her friends outside.” Said ma'am Parinah.

“ Oh alhamdulillah... I think we are in an apartment that is mangkruk above like a bird pegupon, lha Bimo ilang does not think he went down alone! But my dream is beautiful, you know, met Mas Pras did not chase run to the Opak River.....this is because I used the former mas pillow Pras.” Datin.

His mother laughed, “ Turns out you met.”

“ Ma'am later after I take a shower we have breakfast sotonya pak Man who is on the road Bantul is yes ma'am while all at Manding's house, oh yes my legit layer has been inserted Ikaskas bu? That I bought in le Gourmet Jakarta, muahal puol, but for the new year's banquet guests mas Yudis.” Datin.

“ lha there is fresh bread and has been made fried rice with Lilis.”kata bu Parinah.

“ Oalaaaah...gak in jakarta, not in Yogya, not in the dream ..... goreeeeng rice continues, later you can budeg. Once forget our hard times ma'am!, smile at a bit. Nostalgia culinary Yogya. Moreover, fresh bread, if not kepepet ogah eat it, my stomach will be ndeso stomach if filled with bread feel not eat.” Datin ngomyang, especially in the shadow of Datin GMS yesterday only got the dividend number he received an amazing amount, can buy a new Mercedes Benz GLA - Class, I've found fried rice again.

Datin out to worry about Bimo, it turns out he was waiting for Lilis again in the field of grass corner of the ball game complex with Gopal and other friends.

After bathing and tidy Datin call Rini ngajak eat soto.

“ Wah, juragane rawuh (boss coming), siyaaaap gan, do we go nyoto ya!” sahut Proborini from across there, “ but mas Yudi can not yes, ...usually there is a measurement of land in Cebongan situ. I will go to Kotabaru siangan dikit, it is the instructions for the big boss.” Said Rini.

“ Ah don't be that mbak, fill (embarrassed) me. I remember when I cried out in the advice of my first mother (bu Danu), hahaha Datin said remembering the sadness of the past.

“ I really said! You will succeed beyond us! That's what I said first. It didn't take long everything turned around huh Tin.”

“ Ah already, if not through like that, maybe I just keep mbak. If you tell me to choose, I want to be scolded by mother again but mas Pras still beside me continue, hiks………. Wis this later so do not leave, I close first ya.”

Datin get ready to bring Bimo's change clothes and he himself, because the plan wants to invite Bimo to play where he likes to swim first, then want to massage mbah Mangun in Manding, then, and afternoon stop by the Tembi house, dinner in Tembi, just back Condong Chess.

Mr. Yanto, the CH driver was in front of the house, and the coffee on the terrace, Datin and his mother were ready, and Bimo ran his mother's nyamperin as soon as he saw everything was ready to go. “ Bimo ikuuuut, kok Bimo left?” her half-meek asked felt like she wanted to be left. Bimo is not so sad anymore when talking. Pinter already.

Arriving at the Proborini house, Prayudi is ready to go to Cebongan, because there will be land measurements. “ Tin, how are you? Wow sorry yes Tin can not join nyoto, there is a job appointment.”

“ Wow printing money keep ni ye! Duwit no longer has serinya.” Datin. Prayudi is indeed a successful notary in the Sleman DIY area. He had just bought the land next to his office and was now again built for the expansion of the office, and the pavilion to rest him.

“ Mbak, later out nyoto ngedrop we used to be in Manding yes, only Pak Yanto sent to Suroto road, if the end of the year gini even longer ramenya yes, but the Tirtodipuran.” said Datin

They eat soto empal Pak Man on the side of the Bantul highway not far from the corner if you want to Manding. The place is very simple, plaster floors, walls of bamboo cubicles, slender seating or long bamboo benches with several long tables. But in the front of the kitchen that serves as a counter serving, already presented the meat empal, peyek lung, bacem tofu tempeh and intestinal bacem that is still warm and fragrant tripe. The food served is covered with a large lid of woven bamboo as well. Beside it has prepared a small plate plate for if you want to take.

The aroma of various baceman mixed with the aroma of steam soup of meat soto earlier made stomach acid soar and arouse appetite. If it has arrived here, even though it is a full serving of cholesterol, but there is no more disease, because the disease is only in the hospital, said the person.

Datin eat voraciously, he remembered Pras :” Here soto stalls favorite mas Pras, I was often invited to stop by here. Yes I am very sueneng, nutritional improvements that are rarely met at home. The protein in the house is balado eel fried the same yellow pickled cork. It was also the result of fishing.”

Ms. Parinah laughed while saying: “you do not forget your origin nduk, later you can not feel the pleasure of what you have achieved.”

“ Lho. Lha make tempe bejeg just uenak really you know.it is packed kencur it you know, make hungry.”

Proborini listened to this nostalgic chatter in amazement. He still remembers Datin teen hair tied ponytail, use a bicycle bring batikan, pacing Manding-Tembi to help his parents trying to sip rice. Now she is a successful top female entrepreneur.

Datin has changed clothes to wear jeans with short-sleeved black shirts and hats and wear mountain sandal shoes. He is ready to walk along the village pedestrian to Anak Kali Opak: “Bimo is good, let's hurry here later to hunt bedug. Liiiis. Yuk road.”

Bimo was cheerful as he shouted he ran away and Lilis chased behind him. Datin slightly gasped, he remembered his dream early this morning as if he was chasing Pras who ran away in this street, the incident he was chasing Bimo whose scene was similar in the dream. Datin goosebumps, apparently he was reminded Pras for momong Bimo in this wild.

“ Tiiiin, Datiiiin...ini Datin right?” shouted a woman who was sweeping his yard.

Datin look and surprise : “ Hah......Surtini yes? Ealaaah, lha kok ya really happened to meet. Yes, yes I was your best friend Datin first, not so-called events. Piye? Where are you now?”

“ Hahahaha. I will work at the Bantul State Prosecutor's Office here. I'm staying at home, because my two brothers are out of town all, I don't have friends. Tin I am in mourning yes, did not expect mas Pras not long yuswo (age).”

“ Thank you, Yes it should be (destiny) so, I've mengikhlaskan, and can instead nosil the same, it's him.” Said Datin while pointing Bimo who was again squatting to observe the leaves princess shy.” Where is your husband and son?”……..

Surtini calls his son all want to come to the time: “Hastoooo here le....we swim at times yuk...., bojoku prosecutor as well but his service in pursuit of Sleman, he again to Yogya there is need.”

Finally they play to their nostalgic times, their two children quickly get along. Datin is so deft if narrest his son because he was the savage tadpole first, and he wears the footplates of mountain sandals that are gripping or not slippery if in stone, until their clothes were soaked.

For a moment Datin and Surtini forgot that he was no longer a child, the tension of flying work drifted for a moment, until the weather suddenly turned cloudy, because December is indeed the rainy season, the rainy season, they just finished their activities. In wet clothes they go home. Until many villagers look at them while greeting them kindly.

Arriving at home they took a bath in change of clothes, Datin changed clothes negligent batik in the past she is a girl who is still left in the closet, Datin, feels cool and sleepy in the Parinah bu room that has been neatly renovated and equipped with a new soft bed and mattress and batik sheets.