CIRCUMCISION
Grief brings wisdom
Morning has arrived in place of the night that has passed. After performing the congregation of morning prayers they begin their respective routines. Warti headed to the market with Yatemi holding their garden produce to be sold to the market with oncor lighting, because the path to the market was still a little dark.
"Sir, Dirah departs" farewell to Yatemi. "Heart ndok, take care of health remember the message of the mother of the same father" said Yatemi received a helping hand Sundirah for salim.
"Warti will often go to the house of Ndoro madam ya yu, bring our garden results while visiting the sampa yu" continued Warti with a smile.
"Ati ati Yo sir, or need to speed Yen nitih pit." message Yatemi. Suyud just waved his hand.
They walk in different directions. Suyud rode Dirah on his onthel bike from Atmosiman as a means of transportation Suyud to the fields from the village to another village. With a flashlight dynamo attached to the front wheels of the bike. before long they arrived at the destination.mbok Surip was already on the move in the kitchen, with some women cooking rice, and, making vegetables for the breakfast of farm workers.
"almost first Yud kae karo kang Slamet, make coffee so that the stomach is warm" bargained Surip.
"Sweep yu" Suyud replied as he walked in.
Two men are not much different age that enjoy a cup of utek coffee and a few pieces of Jemblem as a stomach booster before doing the activity.
Like a normal day Dirah washing clothes, cleaning every room, cleaning bokor-bokor collection of mistress Karmilah.
It was clear what Suyud said, about the return of Mahendra from the region will be married to another girl.Dirah's dream is like a rumpuk who misses the moon, he said, aware of what has happened but what the power of rice has become porridge. longing, regret, disappointment raged into one. just waiting in silence, hoping for no certainty. The cheerful Sundirah has now become quiet, often daydreaming.
the longing for the warm romance that has been established, the regrets that occur increasingly make to disappointment and fear will he be able to walk alone?. Only time can answer.
Time goes by without feeling a full moon has passed, all routines run smoothly and naturally.
doing the busyness of each. cikar cikar then lalang bring the harvest of fields and rice fields.
some separate the coconut from the fibers and its shell, some help to dry the coconut in a spacious yard under the hot sun.
Surip pacing mandir in the foyer between the kitchen and their bed while carrying a glass filled with warm tea.Had been a few days Dirah no appetite, often long in the bathroom, often long in the bathroom, with a pale face, Surip's suspicions grew stronger with the changes he experienced. Anxiety increasingly stirred the old woman's mind.
"Wake up, your body has a fever last night you are delirious to drink this warm tea" Surip said while sitting on the edge of the amben.
"Honest dok mbok, who is the man who has loved you?, what you did not really dok" said Surip.
She grabbed that skinny shoulder and cried. "Im sorry ourselves mbok we are khilaf, we love each other" said Dirah in between his sobs.
"Who dok" asked Surip again. "Everything happens because both people want to, and you have to take responsibility for your actions" the email said again.
"Mas Hendra mbok!" said Dirah and slumped to immerse face into the lap of Surip.
"Gusty of Allah Himself...!" surip shouted stifled "This will be difficult! what if Ndoro Atmosiman finds out?" surip's voice was barely audible. "O Allah guides the light" the surip gives the tea that is still warm, Dirah slowly drinks it.
"Mbok forgive Dirah already , embarrass the family" Dirah looked at Surip with my eyes.
" Have washed your face so fresh, rest so that your body does not limp" said Surip full of tenderness.
Surip the old woman already considers Dirah like her own child, after her marriage with Slamet until the age of twilight is not bounty a child.
As daylight began to crawl toward the orange twilight on the western horizon, the workers returned to their homes.
likewise with Suyud.on arrival at home he sat on the nimble while enjoying coffee and cassava decoction made by Yatemi. Suyud's anxiety was re-engraved and raised questions for Yatemi.
"Sir...! what's up to you see the father of a few days is hard to continue, is there anything that stifles the mind until sir?" Yatemi opened her voice with her curiosity.
"Yes Mak, I had a bad dream 3 days ago so think the same Dirah." replied Suyud while leaning.
" dream piye sir?" ask Yatemi back .
"The knee came up and went into our empty birdcage Mak"., Suyud replied, looking closely at Yatemi.
"Tomorrow we go to the house of Ndoro Atmosiman yes sir, we sambangi Dirah have not met yu Surip for a long time."
Suyud looked towards Yatemi as if he still could not accept what would happen next.
"Sir, how legowo does your heart accept this fact? we're going to be under pressure from Ndoro Siman?" Suyud is still in doubt.
"We do not know what happened sir, we just pray that there is the best way" replied Yatemi.
The next day the husband and wife rode into the residence of the master.
they entered the side door of Yatemi towards the rear kitchen and met Surip first, while Suyud waited for the arrival of Atmosiman who had not returned from seeing the copra mill.
Surip who saw the arrival of Yatemi soon led her into a quiet and safe place to tell her about her worries.
"Mi, sing patient yo hope this is not a disaster but brings wisdom." Surip started the conversation. "Where's yu's arm?" ask Yatemi.
"Talk well don't get carried away by emotions, save your anger" Surip advises yatemis. "It's our disgrace Mi, but not to prosecute our son's mistakes" Surip grabbed Yatemi's hand clasping tightly as if giving strength. "Bawa Dirah home, do not let ndoro Atmosiman or ndoro madam hear this news" said Surip wanti wanti.
While in bale bale Suyud met Atmosiman, on the grounds of convincing the employer to bring Dirah home for a while.
Actually Atmosiman had kissed the romance between Mahendra and Sundirah, but with the confidence he wanted to try to dismiss and separate them.however he did not want the rejection of Mahendra for an arranged marriage with Sulastri. equality of degrees and wealth has blinded his heart, seedlings bebet weights make a benchmark that all will be well.
Slamet escorted Sundirah home with Yatemi while Suyud pedaled a bicycle behind the slow-moving dock. "Mi. bring Dirah to the house of the deceased kang Imam let him calm there with mbak yu Paini, during his pregnancy so as not to be a gossip of your neighbors" said slamet.
"Dirah can also help Harjito weaving bamboo crafts that he manages with his mother" continued slamet. Yatemi only heard what the slamets were talking about. "Maybe it's better kang, I'm also afraid that ndoro Atmosiman to hear the news of Sundirah's pregnancy" sad to hear the sound of Yatemi's slow voice.
Before leaving for the village of Setinggil, which passed through three more villages, they stopped by Suyud's house to tell Wari about their trip.
Suyud got off the bike and went straight to Dirah who had come down from the dock, Suyud's hand was unable to hold back the anger that had been restrained, a hard slap hit Dirah's cheek "Your brash son dok...! the child of the poor who could not carry the name of the old man" shook Suyud's body roaring a screaming voice like a possessed person. Slamet ran to hold his arm and pushed Suyud to the ground.
"Let kang..! do not block my hands from beating this unlucky child, I kill you Dirah" cried Suyud really vent his anger.Slamet held tightly to Suyud's body so as not to do anything further. whereas, Warti ran in the house embracing Yatemi and Dirah who hugged each other screaming and crying.
After the atmosphere somewhat eased Slamet brought sitting on the nimble "Istighfar Yud your way like this is not as a way out, you kill will die Dirah.but arise again new problems" the slamet voice. "Take away the baby she held innocent, she's a victim of lust. Only we know this disgrace Suyud no longer you add your own burden of suffering" Slamet added as he stood to fetch water for Suyud who was still trying to ease his anger.
In drinking the water and then standing up to Dirah, Yatemi tried to drive away, Warti cried while crying "Father...! if Yu Dirah dies, kill also Harti sir..! warti shouted while sitting next to Dirah. Slamet just looked from his seat again. Suddenly Suyud grabbed the two children into the arms of jya while roaring as it became. "O Allah, what sin did we commit that you gave this trial?" suyud's cries broke even with the three of them.
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oncor \= light is similar to a torch
visit \=
nitih \= riding/riding
utek coffee \= bitter coffee with brown sugar bitten as sweetener
jemblem \= cake from shredded cassava in the middle of the fry filled with brown sugar
cikar \= carts are pulled with cows as a means of transportation in his old days
bokor \= various crafts Brass with various shapes resembling
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