CIRCUMCISION

Pick up rainbows

Sundirah, smile so beautiful. Suwarti was never far from Dirah, relief radiated at their smiles.

Mahendra, unceasingly giving thanks, finally happiness will they wade together.

Atmosiman, sitting side by side with Karmilah. Enjoying the process of tingkeban, legowo and sincerity is reflected in their smiles.

Slamet and Surip were present as well, Surip's tears refused to dry up. Seeing the happiness Sundirah finally achieved as well.

Sulastri, there is also in the midst of them. Standing next to Harjito, he wears a blend of polararu and batik, beautiful and matching hair in braids. Like a common girl of that era.

What a day not to be missed right now. Relief, happiness coloring the process of tingkeban.

"Wes to mbok...! Ono Opo to nangis wae?" Slamet nudged Surip's arm.

"I'm happy sir, Slamet's sacrifice is the same Yatemi is not a remnant".

"iya mak, wes ojo nangis wae. don't let your tears, dripping on the cheeks. I won't be willing to let your beauty fade by your tears Mak."

"hee.he he..." Nosy Slamet seduces his wife.

"Ndoro will hear you sir, already...! I even snorted by the sidean."

The process of tingkeban immediately begins, flush, insert chicken eggs and ivory cloves.

Then the process of changing clothes, or fabrics up to seven times, the pattern and color used at the ceremony. Changing clothes has several choices of motifs that all can be interpreted well.

Next process Angrem.

in the process, Sundirah sat on a pile of clothes and cloth that had been used up.

It has a symbol that the future mother will always keep the pregnancy and the child in her birth with heart and affection.

Mahendra feeds Sundirah with rice tumpeng and white red porridge as a symbol of the affection of a husband and prospective father.

After that is the process, break down the ivory coconut.

The coconut ivory amounted to two and each in the gambari figures Wayang Kamajaya and Kamaratih. Mahendra chose one of the two coconuts.

And the last dodolan procession rujak uyup. Where this process, carried out by the guests who are present buy it by using a rug or fractional tile as currency. The meaning of this ceremony so that later the child who is born gets a lot of fortune and can support his family.

Process by process, it has been running smoothly. Their happiness and gratitude go to the creator of nature and life.

Arriving in the middle of the gathering, Atmosiman again opened the conversation, expressing his intentions and desires to Paini and Slamet as his successors, Suyud and Yatemi.

"Paini, all of Slamet and Surip. deliberately we gather here, to follow the procession of tikeban".

"Together with this too, I want to bring Sundirah home, and will marry them after Sundirah gives birth".

"Ndoro, I just want the best, for the sundirah and his son later" Paini replied.

"Ndhuk, Sundirah. come with us, we are Mahendra's parents, and also think of as your own parents in the marriage bond later" Ratmini said expectantly.

Sundirah looked towards Mahendra, who was seen nodding his head and smiling.

then towards Paini.

"Go ndhuk, fulfill your duty as a child, and the wife and mother of the child you bear."

"Be sincere, as long as you're happy" Paini gave encouragement to Dirah.

Last Sundirah looked at Warti, who in the face replied with a smile and seen his shuffled teeth. That innocent face smiled sincerely.

"Go yu! I will stay here to accompany mbok Paini" turned towards Paini.

"Given Kang Jito, will also immediately propose yu Lastri. pity mbok paini alone" while nudging Lastri's arm, he laughed giggling.

The one in her arm only smiled knotly, blushing her cheeks in embarrassment.

"Ahhhhh.... Warti you can....!."

"Come on kang jito! immediately apply yu Lastri, let you also be happy. like yu Dirah at this time."

Harjito nodded, and approached Lastri. then sat down beside him, poking the cheek of Lastri who from earlier was a tinge of guava peacock in shame.

"Don't worry, Lastri, you'll soon meet your father, Lurah Djaelani, and ask for your hand, and then we'll be as happy as they are."

"Do you dare to le...? wong lurah Djaelani malignant gitu" quipped slamet.

"Yes.... if you are afraid of ngajak mother, Mr Lik too, still less fierce... Ndoro Siman can also participate."

"Kowe ki enek enek wae.le..."

their conversation turned into a joke. Weeping, sadness is gone with all jokes.

There is no social distance anymore, all take their own wisdom.

The employer, and the worker. Nothing is privileged here. All sitting equally low standing equally high. The right is rewarded, and the wrong is punished.

But love without trust, then as the table loses three of its four legs, collapses painfully. Won't be able to come back.

That is how the wheel of time goes. Become an enemy to us. Also a friend to us."

The sun began to dim its rays, as breezy as the wind swung beautifully, the shoots of acacia trees.

Sundirah in Paini's arms, a temporary farewell. But it will scratch the longing, so Suwarti they embrace each other.

"I'm leaving mbok."

"Warts.....! yu Dirah's leaving."

"Get yourself well ndhuk".

Their hands warmed their hearts, part! but towards happiness.

While Sulastri came home, with among Harjito. mingling on the way, fantasizing that someday will be happy together. knitting beautiful dreams together.

"Lastri... Soon I'll ask you, and we'll be married soon.we'll have a small, happy family."

"iya kang.. I also want to be happy with you, my father is getting harder and harder to understand."

"Take care of yourself, Lastri, next week I'm going to propose to you."

Harjito pedaled his bike with a smile, as did Lastri. Shameful but hopeful.

In a region far from his city of residence. Djaelani forgets all his responsibilities, engrosses in laughter, talks about the gambling business and huddles with fellow cockfighting lovers.

The old man had forgotten who he really was. A village chief, who went the wrong way with his own pleasure.

Defeat he felt, after a few weeks left the house. swathes of rice fields he had bet, the cattle were exhausted.

One dark afternoon, the Surya that had begun to dim. Alone he recalls, contemplating alone, sitting in a small lacquer on the side of the times.

"Should I find a mate for Sulastri? His face reminds me of my wife."

"But, only he will be able to produce treasures for me."

"Or, I'll go to Atmosiman's house, and apologize."

Various questions, and dirty ideas seeped in his brain.

"I am sure that Atmosiman will do me good again and will forgive me for all that I have done."

"Ahhhhh.... How is this? only he's a friend who can lift up, and help pay off all my debt."

Apparently, all this time the Djaelani lurah fostered a debt that was not small.

Bhuugh.....

"Aahhhh..huh..huh....!."

"You're the one, hiding so far as Djaelani...!"

"Bring him up, and tie his hands!."

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