CONFINEMENT
CH 18 - THE TUMULTUOUS COASTAL STATE PART I (MYSTERIOUS WOMAN )
The weather is very hot and the wind is a little strong but the market activity of Tenten Batubulan village is very crowded, Understandably because today coincides with the day of Bude Cemeng Klawu or Wednesday Wage Wuku klawu, In the calendar used by the indigenous people of the State of the Beach as the feast of Rambut Sedana is the commemoration of the day of money by worshipping Bathara Sri Rambut Sedana and in the market the traders perform the ceremony at Pura Melanting adored Bathara Sri Melanting as one of the manifestations of God.
In the corner of the Tenten market there was a little commotion, Seen a crowd of small children cheering while throwing someone who was battering under a large Bunud tree that was there.
"Crazy people, crazy people" cried the little children as they continued to pelt the figure with rotten tomatoes and vegetable scraps scattered in the garbage basket on the market.
That figure was none other than a silvery white haired woman with a pink veil and long clothes like a robe whose color had faded with a veil on her face slapped her body, she said, and his hands protect the face and head.
"Crazy man.. crazy man.
"Hi. ning, don't stop" a voice sounded as he approached the crowd of little children he called Cening.
"Stop it. Stop it, let's disperse" continued the voice.
"Hhuuuuuuu.." cried the little children passed from the figure of the woman who still remained calm and bowed her body avoiding the throwing of the horde of small children.
"You're okay Ni Sanak" said the voice back which was none other than Muhibbin.
the woman nodded not answering Muhibbin's question, only a sobbing sounded from behind her veil.
At that time Muhibbin was accompanying his sister Sekar Maturan in Pura Melanting, Although their beliefs are different but the family of Nengah Wirata did not mind it, instead Muhibbin did so, so did Muhibbin, that makes the Sekar family dear to Muhibbin who besides diligently helping the family also has a little religious knowledge that is quite extensive.
"You really are okay Ni Sanak" asked Sekar.
"Thank you, lady, I'm fine" the veiled woman replied softly.
Seen his shabby clothes and in his lap a bundle of cloth was always held tightly as if worried about being lost.
"This is for you. "the word now extends the apple and the sponge bread is given to the woman in front of him. Taken some other fruit breech earlier temple Melanting from the tray he held.
"Thank you sir, miss." said the woman back to the brothers in front of her while cupping her hands in front of her chest.
"Udah is okay.you eat yes" concluded Sekar.
Muhibbin said to his brother Sekar
Sekar nodded his head at Muhibbin and looked back at the veiled woman in front of him.
"I live first yes." Sekar said to the woman while pulling Muhibbin's arm and the woman only replied to Sekar by nodding her head slowly.
Sekar and Muhibbin passed from the face of the veiled woman, returning to her home.
Muhibbin pedaled his chariot and Sekar sat with his hands wriggling around his brother's waist.
Not long before the two had arrived home, Muhibbin leaned his wind train on the wall of his house and Sekar entered directly to Merajan his house to cover the ceremony today.
Nengah Wirata can be seen sitting cross-legged in a dangin waiting for his two children.
"Kok tumben lama gus ngantar your sister maturan? " ask Pak Nengah after seeing Mihibbin memorize it.
"More jik, there are still many maturan in the temple" Muhibbin replied to his father.
"Ohh yes already, let's get ready to go somewhere" continued Mr. Nengah to his adopted son.
"nggih Jik, I went to the room first while taking my bag" Muhibbin told his father.
"Yes, ajik wait" said Mr. Nengah moving from his seat.
* **pura banging: purse in the corner of the market
* Cening call for small children
* Rule : Praying
* Lungsuran: Ceremonial offerings that usually consist of canang sari, fruit, cake or bread, meat and rice piles are small in size taken after being arranged as one of the means at maturuan.
* Gripping: fencing**
