CIRCUMCISION
when the heart has to let go
Days have passed changing days. noon began to blazing many people then pass by wooden carts as a means of transporting goods from ships. Some people then pass by the busyness of each.
Mahendra has just arrived in the lion country where he will study at the National University of Singapore (NUS)
some notable alumni of the university include former Singaporean Prime Minister Lee Kuan Yew, former Malaysian Prime Minister Mahathir Mohamad, former Singaporean Prime Minister Goh Chok Tong and former Malaysian Prime Minister Tun Abdul Razak.
**here is told Mahendra's trip to Singapore through the sea of friendly netizens, so it takes days to arrive in Singapore by boat Pelni.
on April 28, 1952 the Pepuska Foundation was officially disbanded. At the same time established PT PELNI.from the port of Tanjung Perak to the port of Kijang in the Riau region and transit to the harborfront **
Mahendra sighed heavily tote the suitcase into the residence that has been prepared.with in between courier flat owners
when the door is opened two male figures of the same age look at each other, smiling throw greetings with his perfunctory language.
"Hi, welcome I'm Aamir from India" smiled as he reached out.
" I'm Rashid from Malaysia, it's nice to meet you here together." Rashid greeted as he sat down.
"I'm Mahendra from Indonesia, can call me Hendra alone." Hendra smiled broadly at the greeting of a roommate.
a moment of tiredness and longing to be entertained by the conversation.
"I read a lot from various history books of Indonesia rich country, consisting of various cultures.span of rice fields, fields that are beautiful to green, sea to rich blue with a variety of abundant results, abundant fruit, his people are friendly with work that is tenacious and painstaking." amazed Rashid when giving his beautiful appreciation Indonesia.
While at the residence of Lurah Djaelani.
Sulastri and Ratmini's grandmother exchanged opinions and advice on how to deal with the father who was very ambitious with the matchmaking.
"Daughter, Lastri will be hard to live out Dad's choice. Lastri loves another man." isak Lastri in Ratmini's arms.
"My granddaughter, do it by your choice as long as the norm as an honorable woman is upheld and you defend your full support." advises Ratmini while stroking the head of Lastri.
"Who's the man who promised you love?" ask Ratmini.
"He's Harjito Eyang." Lastri answered while looking down hiding a red hue in embarrassment with her cheeks still wet with tears in her eyes.
"Was he Harjito the young man from the village of Setinggil, the young man who with tenacity worked as a craftsman woven bamboo?" while holding Lastri's arm to sit next to her Ratmini explained her question.
"Betul eyang.. kang Jito it. will Eyang approve of Lastri's relationship with her?" ask Lastri.
"Those who are only able to pray and message you, desires and opinions are sometimes difficult for us to accept, but the obligation of a child is to respect parents.
never say more than your heart, everything will make the problem even more complicated."
"Patience dok, may the best for you to live. do the right thing in romance, do not happen regret after the incident". ratmini's advice ended with a wrinkled face smile that exuded a worry that was hard to describe.
"Don't you? is there no blessing for me?" isak Lastri is heard again.
"You who are going through life in the future, learn to accept and trust each of your hearts with sincerity and not ambition.don't cry to be ugly you." Ratmini tried to remove the tangled thread in Lastri's mind.
At home Suyud the sound of goats bleating, with the song of Warti while picking vegetables to be brought to the market the next morning accompanied by yatemi.
"Mr mak e! here Mak." Suyud called out to Yatemi.
"Ngopo sir!. sing kalem after all dear." replied Yatemi while walking closer.
"Cieeee mom babe an." Warti who heard the voice of his mother and father was no less excited like a cheerleader.
"Mak we will face a complicated problem" said Suyud while taking tobacco and rolling it into cigarettes.
"Help piye to sir? ora mudeng me sir." Yatemi still does not understand where the plot of Suyud's vent.
"Dirah mak, he has a romance with den Mahendra." Suyud story while smoking cigarettes inside.
"Well, our son sir!" yatemi Cheers is happy because they do not know what exactly happened.
" Our son is beautiful sir, luwes, politely.irung e kuwi lho pak mbangir mbongkok Semende koyo pak, mripat blalak blalak mbawang sebungkul koyo mak e." Yatemi nyerocos without brakes
"Mak that's not what you mean by father, den Mahendra after returning from seeking knowledge ndoro Atmosiman will marry the daughter of Ki lurah Kawedusan village." suyud explained
"Then Piye sir? may there be the best way, what if Ndoro Atmosiman knows sir?, I think it will be angry with us as Dirah's parents." Yatemi's worries began to reason.
Shortly afterwards I heard greetings from the front yard, Sundirah came home from Atmosiman's house.
"Father why the tumbens have come home, not picking coconuts sir?" ask Dirah.
"Father also just returned home" replied Suyud
"Sit here something you ask Dirah." orders Suyud while slightly shifting his sitting position for Dirah.
Yatemi just silently watched the interaction of father and son while was was was.
"Prince sir." He approached and sat down beside Suyud and Yatemi
while Warti was just looking from next to the bandot cage, it was clear he would not know what the three of them were talking about, he was engrossed in his own busyness.
"Ndok Sundirah father, are you really having a romance with Den Mahendra?" suyud's question surprised him so much.
"Father saw the two of you so familiar in the hamlet mbelik at that time, when the father was about to pray dzuhur in the gubug." Suyud explained everything he saw
"Father forgive yourself, we love each other sir." Dirah said while looking down.
"Will but are you aware of what you are doing?, we poor people have compassion for our work and our comfortable place to live we are grateful."
"preferably bury it in your desire, for Ndoro Atmosiman had planned, later after den Mahendra returned from the other side he would marry 'the girl more equal to them." at length Suyud said.
"Sing patiently dok, if God wants another we as humans are only able to live and try."
" Peace with the situation, whatever you hate you do not necessarily have to stay away from. Whatever you want doesn't have to be done. Whatever you love is not to be owned. For the world has been revealed by Him, His ordinance is the best."
"Without pain we will never learn to be strong, without disappointment we will never learn to be adults. Without loss, we will never learn the meaning of sincerity."
"Don't be ashamed to have poor parents, you never say that happiness doesn't have to be rich." Yatemi inching hugged Sundari who had been hiccuping listening.
"have rested, do not be sad take his lesson." orders Suyud while hugging Dirah
The sun also sets in the western horizon with a beautiful orange tinge on the expanse of rice that is still green.
Sundirah gave the news about the request of the lady of Karmilah.
"Sir, the mistress of Karmilah wants Dirah to stay at her house. considering that she often comes home after ashar" said Dirah
"Emak can't ban ndok, it's just that your mother's message remains introspective wherever you are."
"Be a strong woman so as not to be looked at one eye by another." Yatemi smiled in response to the words
Dirah turned to face Suyud who also nodded his head in agreement with Yatemi.
the night crept up, Dirah lay in amben alone with Harti.
"Yeah... Warti will often take vegetables to the house of Ndoro madam so we also often meet if kangen." the voice of Warti slowly. while lying down to embrace Warti while saying.
"I'm sorry mbak yu ya Harti, can't be a role model" said Dirah while tightening his arms.
Warti returned a hug until a dream approached them.
**
mudheng \= understand/understand.
irung \= nose.
mbangir \=.
compassion \= affection.
amben \= bed.
pitcher \= where the drinking water that tells is made of clay.
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