College Or College Ah?

What the hell?

Night at the homestay....

Iyas and Iyas were busy playing uno, while smearing our faces with powder.

Then suddenly, I heard the sound of a drum being pounded. His voice was very slow but made my hair goosebumps.

I hugged Andreas while burying my head into his chest.

"It's nothing, it's a ritual by tomorrow" he said.

"This spring? There was a smell of incense again" I said.

"Pity, when yesterday we asked here we did not do anything. But fitting both of you even fit the atmosphere is sacred rich gini" he said while stroking my hair.

I held her hand as tightly as possible, until the voice disappeared and my heartbeat calmed down somewhat.

"Sister, tomorrow morning what time is the tomato war?" my many.

"It should be 8 o'clock, just as the sun is moving" he replied.

"They have their own calculations so they have to wait for the sun to move?" my many.

"Yes, it can not be careless that their people only if there are children who want to go to college and have to get out of the village have their own calculations" he replied.

I also told a lot of events, that in this customary village everything that falls to the ground should not be taken or even just to be shifted should not be. For example, there are tree branches that fall or just dry leaves. All will be left alone until nature itself moves these objects back to their origin

"This is right next to the river like this, brother, they often get overflowing water, no? If it's overflowing or the rain doesn't stop" I asked.

"Never, there never was water overflowing here. No matter how hard it rains. Yes maybe it's a mercy because they are citizens here, so love nature" he explained.

Sis Iyas asked me to go to bed soon, but I was curious and invited him to see the evening before the tomato harvest.

Although my heart is beating very unflinching, but I realize that this is part of the customs and culture in my country. I should know him even preserve him.

"Can't you wear your footwear, gapapa?" ask when we want to enter the customary territory.

"It's gapapa, but it's safe, right?" my many.

"Yes be safe, as long as your mind is not going anywhere. Just focus!" the answer.

I continued to hold onto Brother Iyas' hand, even my palms were sweaty I did not let go. Sometimes he would wipe my hands with the side of his jacket.

Events are carried out as in general traditional ceremonies, some give offerings as a sign of gratitude for the blessings of the harvest. There are also those who read some rhymes containing praise in Sundanese. The atmosphere is very sacred and makes my hair goosebumps.

Brother Iyas looks ordinary, he was very calm during the event.

"You can read the thesis here, if you really like to plunge into society. In my opinion, community life in indigenous villages is more worthy to be given the title of research. First because the scope is clear and not too broad. Second because you already have a little shadow about the area" he whispered in my ear.

"Liat later, if you want to nemenin during the data nyari I want to" I said.

"I'm the guy" he replied.

The event was completed at about 10 pm, after which Mr. Kadat asked the two of us to join the pilgrimage to the ancestral tomb of the village.

"Well, sir, we'll come" replied Iyas.

I pinched his stomach, upset that he immediately agreed to Mr. Kadat's invitation without asking my opinion first.

"Fear" I whispered.

"Anyways, don't be afraid. Some of these rich moments only happen once a year, we should be grateful" he replied.

In the end, we also joined because it was not good for Mr. Kadat who waited for us to come down from the traditional house.

Along the way to the traditional ancestral tomb, I saw a lot of water wells. Sacred trees and fences of wood and uniform houses.

"House in the same form all?" muttered.

At that time, Mr. Kadat who was walking in front of us suddenly stopped.

"Yes, all because we understand that as rich as humans on this earth are basically equal.What distinguishes only science and charity that they do during their lives alone" explained Mr. Kadat.

I was glued and could not say anything more, the neck with the explanation of Mr. Kadat who could spontaneously answer the question I said in my heart a few seconds ago.

"Pak Kadat can know the contents of the mind of people who are pure and have a good purpose" whispered Iyas.

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Arriving at the tomb.....

I felt a very real calm, my body became light and seemed to ignore the condition of my feet that were dirty because of walking barefoot for almost five minutes.

The fragrance of cantilevered flowers, ylangas and all sorts of flowers spoiled my nose. The wind blowing also seemed to blow away the sweat that had soaked my neck and head.

"Please pray in front of the tomb, as a sign of respect. Hopefully it can be embraced by the ancestors and bring convenience" said Mr. Kadat.

Afterwards, Mr. Kadat sat down and gave us advice.

"Young people like you, the steps are long and bold. You can get here and there without thinking about costs, common sense calculations and without compromise. On your shoulders will this country keep its foundations. Nature is getting old and fragile, we sometimes forget to talk to her. Ask her questions and help her to heal. Father as an old man, leave a lot of hope so that generations like you can love nature more and make her friends. You like to go up the mountain, but remember the mountain also has the same feeling as you. You like to go to the beach and play in the sea yes please, but remember that the sea remains deep even though from a distance looks calm" he explained.

Many figurative words mean a branch that I heard from Mr. Kadat's explanation, he seemed to want to give us life tips that we must plant as early as possible before we go down to society.

"This girl, her heart is sincere. A lot of worries were raised in it but he was very pure and attentive to the crowd. Hopefully you are in good health and can stop by again when there is a traditional event" said Mr. Kadat while looking at me.

I smiled and nodded as a sign of gratitude for the compliment he gave me.

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Arriving at the homestay....

Brother Iyas took a bucket of water that he had brought himself from the well, asked me to sit on a wooden staircase and raised both my legs.

"I'm clean here" he said.

"I can do it myself" I replied.

"I'll have your hands dirty" he said.

Sister Iyas is very considerate, she even wants to clean my feet without feeling disgusted.

"Is there a wound? Or that much?" tanyakanya.

"There was a slight scratching of the tree branches" I replied.

"Well, will you be enslaved in the room?" the answer.

I immediately laid myself on the bed, while Brother Iyas sat in front of the old television tube.

"Tv's the flame?" my many.

"Nyala but runyam, understand here the signal tower was also only built a few years ago" he replied.

Suddenly he moved and took my p3k box, asking me to show my injured soles.

"You will be rich gini, you don't want to come. Must be on a peri huh?" tanyakanya.

"Gak ko, I can actually come along. Sis really this is my first experience participating in the asyral traditional ceremony" I said.

"Rame right? At first you are very scared, but you do not know where the thrill is" he replied.

"I can enter this village into the consideration list for my script title" I said.

"Good, starting this semester you must already have a target for the title of the seminar proposal. Let the 7th semester you only live KKN and PKL only" he explained.

"Sleeping in bed, I'm under the title of carpet" he said.

"Loh gapapa in bed, we're not doing anything" I said.

"Hhh sssst, that demon can enter from anywhere. Mending we take care of ourselves hahahaha" he replied with a laugh.

"Yaudah, but I want to eat noodles first laper" I said.

"Ah yes pantesan all the way, my stomach also sounds it turns out we have not eaten?" said.

We also brew instant noodles and a cup of coffee that we both drink. It feels like tonight went perfectly, and Iyas and I learned a lot about life. Read the way nature repairs itself and see how rich the culture in this country is.

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The next day.....

Brother Iyas woke me up and told me to take a shower immediately to prepare for the village hall. I got excited and rushed to tidy up the mattress before going into the bathroom.

After that, we had breakfast with the bread we brought and two glasses of warm milk.

"Don't eat it, there will be plenty of food" he said, wiping chocolate on my lips.

Upon arrival at the village hall, there were many residents who came while carrying a lot of baskets filled with tomatoes and some were carrying tumpeng and trays containing many traditional cakes.

"Neng is beautiful, join the wife of the father who is decorating the tumpeng" said Mr. Kadat.

I also followed and joined with many Mothers from the village who were arranging tumpeng and making strands of flowers and fruits.

Tomatapun war was very crowded, the villagers who were divided into two squads were very excited and joyful.

The clothes and pants I wore were already very full of liquid from the tomatoes thrown by the village children. They kept chasing me and asking me to play with them.

"Udahan ah don't run around, ntar his legs hurt again" shouted Brother Iyas.

I left the children and sat beside Iyas' brother who was eating wet cakes made by the village mothers.

"Euh slave leutik keneh geus apal kanu geulis mah, tos heula neng geura goods emam heula" said Ibu Kadat.

(Euh a child already know the same beautiful, already neng eat first)

"Seru loh sis" I said.

"Yes, baby, but don't do soy sauce?" said.

Brother Iyas tidied up my messy, dirty hair. I also wiped his wet hands from the broken pieces of tomatoes thrown.

"We're going home, are we?" bring him.

"OK but we have to be full first" I replied.

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When I finished the bath, Iyas went to sleep and looked exhausted.

Her phone kept ringing, I was afraid she would wake up because of the sound of her phone. I finally took it and I saw a call from Aunt Goddess.

Aunty asked about the situation of Kak Iyas and asked him to go home to attend a meeting with the company that had been buying his garden.

"Take Iyas home, two days a day. You see Iyas must know the conditions in the garden and there is a meeting also with partner companies" said Auntie.

"Yes tan, later Raina persuaded Iyas to go home yes" I replied.

"Go home with you here, he'll want to. Lagian om has a free ticket voucher from his office to Bandung, you just buy a ticket to go" said Auntie.

After my aunt hung up on me, I tried to wake up Brother Iyas.

I tugged at her long eyelashes and played her ears. He squirmed and opened his eyes slowly.

"What time is it?" tanyakanya.

"At 11, you still want to sleep?" my many.

"No, I'm going to take a shower" he replied as he moved.

During her bath, I tidied up my bag and swept the floor of the room and tidied up the bed. Luckily we Pak Kadat did not stop by and did not know that we were staying in one room.

In fact, we didn't do anything. I don't feel good if I get caught by Mr. Kadat.

We say goodbye to the Hall and give a plaque entrusted by Mr. Yana, take a picture together and promise to return to the village next time.

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On the way home, I asked Brother Iyas to stop beside the tea garden.

"Let's go down for a second, we'll take a picture of the two" I asked.

"No need, we will get stuck downstairs" he replied.

I whined and asked him to stop the car near the tea plantation.

"The basic if there is a desire must definitely be followed directly" his grunts while obeying my wishes.

"Hahaha, that's dong!" my answer.

I, who was in trouble, had my camera and cell phone in both hands, asked him to help me and opened the seatbelt that was still attached.

Without realizing it, our eyes clashed.

"Come bukain please dong" I said.

He looked me deeply into my eyes, smiling with a mischievous expression.

"I can't afford to miss this opportunity" he said.

"What opportunity?" my many.

He took the camera and cell phone in both hands, placed it in front and held both hands.

His face drew closer to my face and made my heartbeat race with great speed.

Stupidly, I closed my eyes at that moment.

Until I felt it, he kissed my lips very slowly.

Everything just happened, without me realizing how close our faces were to each other.

"Will it come down?" ask her with a soft expression.

"Don't go ahead" I replied annoyed.

He stroked my hair and looked proud that he had made me subjugate back then.

"Have you eaten a lot of fruit?" tanyakanya.

"Why?" my many.

"It's not dry" he replied with a laugh.

I punched him in the leg and pinched his stomach so hard that he cried out for mercy.

"Have a pardon, I'm kidding" he shouted.