CIRCUMCISION
Secrets are beginning to unfold
The dark will come on its own. Raga and spirit will take off for a moment to float into a dream, the flutter of dark wind penetrated piercing every cavity of life. Slowly but fiercely, touch what is. Forgotten already the false memory was just missed will not be eternal, the soul of wrath is always mediated like.
Bad temper will form, dark turned grim lost gloomy untouched. The theory will be the real condition of thought and engraved in the eye pelupuk, lost a moment but will return.
The journey to the city of Blitar is not close, it takes two days of the great that they ride slowly. Cold night bone-piercing scorching marrow sun burning skin. Their laughter forgets the sorrow of the stricken, when tired they rest for a while while eating their provisions under the shady tree, the breezy blowing of the breezy is truly beautiful universe.
"Mom's father, he apologized" said Dirah while bowing his head. "Pardon mbak yu as well!, because it is you all who bear the burden of shame and distress." while sighing Dirah spoke again.
"Have ndhuk, this is indeed the life of no one who knows our mistakes ahead of him, nor can anyone reject the line of life, nor can anyone reject the line of life, we are only able to live the rest we try and be grateful" said Suyud soothing sense.
"In a new place we will start another life, so I hope you are patient in living it, and hopefully Mahendra will come back soon and pick you up Dirah" Suyud said.
# Jolosutro here is actually a beach that is said to be very haunted and many events that occur. Towards the Jolosutro region was very steep at that time, smooth asphalt did not exist in the Sundirah🤧 era there was a vast teak forest along the right and left roads of the mountains, and there was a wide teak forest, not a few wild and wild animals.
Besides the myth or the story behind it, the beauty of the Beach is a fact. The panorama that is presented will bewitch anyone who stops. Panorama that can be enjoyed in the form of rock hills that surround the beach so that it presents an extraordinary charm. Shady trees also make the atmosphere more beautiful. The population in the Jolosutro area consists of several villages/dusuns, most of whose livelihoods are farmers of sugar cane and corn fields, teak fields until now in the modern era.#
During Sundirah's departure to a faraway place to save his next life, Sulastri and Harjito devise a strategy to search for news about Mahendra and thwart Djaelani's plans with Atmosiman.
"Kang...! it's been a few months Sundirah left us, I think the pregnancy is time to give birth Mahendra should know" said Lastri while sitting next to Jito.
"We should immediately notify Den Hendra, pity Dirah waiting with uncertainty" Jito chimed in.
"Kang...! I found this" Lastri showed me some neat mail envelopes. "Where did you get this lastri? aren't these letters from den Mahendra to Sundirah?" jito asked as he looked in wonder towards Lastri.
"My father had the heart to hide all this kang, he worked with kamituwo who should have the letter between to the hamlet where Dirah is, but stopped at the village hall kawedusan" lastri said he regretted the selfish attitude of Djaelani.
"Dad betrothed me to Mahendra, because he wanted to own a part of the coconut field and a copra milling place milih ndoro Atmosiman" Lastri paused his words while wiping away his tears. "After the attitude of the father as a lurah who should be the shield and role model of society, the father is a Sawung pik "Lastri tells the bad habits of the father in fact.
"My dad was really good at keeping his bad habits away from us" Lastri continued, clenching his hands and sighing heavily.
"Lastri! immediately write a letter to den Hendra, proclaim what has happened hopefully with the revelation of the actual events Ndoro Atmosiman will receive Sundirah with his child" said Jito
"The sun is right overhead come home, I don't want any slander between us" Jito gave advice to Lastri. With his sweet smile Lastri nodded and stood up and said goodbye.
a week has passed the plan Lastri neatly arranged, he walked towards the rear emperor of his house and hastily took a bicycle. without knowing his Djaelani knowing the departure of Lastri, and he was in a hurry to take a bicycle, and follow up to Lastri on the bike to the main road.
Djaelani met Ratmini who had been in the front yard while drying jasmine flowers for their favorite tea.
"Mother! where did Lastri go until he didn't have time to say goodbye to me?" ask djaelani. Ratmini stopped her activities and walked closer to Djaelani. "Sit down for a minute Djaelani, I want to talk to you a little bit!" ratmini said as she walked towards the bale-bale.
The two of them sat facing each other silently and stared at each other, Ratmini's wrinkled face clearly painted a picture of the sadness that she had been hiding.
"Yes mom!" djaelani replied firmly.
"Are you not sorry about the outcome of this match? they do not love each other will not guarantee happiness for them". Ratmini said again trying to melt her child's heart.
"Their love will grow with the passage of time after marriage ma'am, Mahendra will be my son-in-law and a single inheritance will be his, after which I will take their right to be mine " Djaelani laughed like an innocent man.
"say mother..! where did Lastri go without saying goodbye?" ask Djaelani while standing up.
"Your greed is never lost with your age that is getting older and not even make it a lesson, your sister and wife make the collision of your greed" Ratmini said.
"Insaf is Djaelani your gambling habits will not promise you happiness, away from those people are you not afraid of sin? your children are your happiness" Ratmini recalled.
"I don't know where Lastri went" Ratmini answered Djaelani's question.
meanwhile, it's far away in the city center
Lastri and Jito pedaled bicycles to the post office in the city, tired as if not a burden for them, half a day was not enough to get to the place to go back and forth. Their love should be fused apart not as a barrier.
the post office of Kediri before its renovation in 1960
when dusk has painted a beautiful orange color, nan, the moon was prepared to radiate her face without shame tiredness paid off with the smile of a pair of human children who were satisfied with what he had done today.
kamituwo \= is the administrative position of the village-level government system
Sawung pik \= cockfighting
the \= cockfighting arena
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huffttt... tuhkan netizen this time the father acted the wrong child 😅
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