CONFINEMENT

CH 6 - THE BEGINNING OF A NEW LIFE PART III (CULTURAL HOUSE SOLASAR )

That afternoon the hot sun hit the earth, the wind felt lazy to blow, the Beach Country entered the dry season.

The quick steps from the tiny legs into a magnificent house seemed to hint at its haste. Disya the only daughter of Mr. Sirkun a successful businessman in the Land of the Coast. The whole country knows Sirkun as a family and philanthropist.

This family is actually not a native of the Coast Country, Mr. Sirkun and his entire family are from the Coconut Country to the west of the island of Swanabumi which is also a colony of the Emerald Country.

The Emerald Country itself is a large kingdom that has colonial territories and among them is the Coast Country and Coconut Country which has its capital in a developed country, namely the Flood Country.

"Here, come here, boy! I want to talk, "call Sirkun to his only daughter.

With gontai and feeling tired all day in Pasraman Disya approached his father.

"What the hell is it? I'm so tired of this falling in the room," whined Disya spoiled on her father.

"This is a moment! there's something I want to screw up."

Mr. Sirkun's hand-delivery beckoned his daughter to sit down next to him.

"Son, there's good news for you. I'm planning on making a House of Culture, what do you think? it just so happens that the house in the corner of the city near your residence learned that long time we did not occupy," continued Mr. Sirkun.

"Dad wanted to dedicate this father's old age to developing cultural arts, as did the ideals of your late mother."

Hearing the words House of culture and art, Disya's eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Is that right, yeah? I'll have a place to share my experience with the artists?" pekik Disya full of excitement.

"After that House of Culture I will use it for the performance of friends of street artists well."

"And every weekend we will hold performance art whether it's reading verses or art exhibitions." continued Disya energetically.

"Hey, listen to me first! You hear the word art and verse like trance." seduced Mr. Circum while pinching his daughter's nose.

"I can't wait. The House of Culture is also my ideals, in addition to the container of expression of the Artists and Writers we also care about the development of our culture as well" Disya explained to her father.

"But there are conditions!" concluded Mr. Circum to his daughter.

"What's the condition, yeah?" ask Disya

"The terms should really be you manage well and you should make coffee for dad! I want to have a sweet coffee." said Mr. Sirkun with a laugh.

"Don't make coffee well, I make grandchildren for you too." Disya teased her father as she passed to the kitchen.

"Dishaaaaa! you badung child," cried Mr. Sirkun chimed in the prank of the princess just his wayang.

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Right on the weekend Selasar Rumah Budaya officially opened by the Coast Guard Mr. Timoti who is none other than a member of the ruling family of the Emerald Country.

The dance of Pendet and Panyembrahma enlivened the opening of Selasar Rumah Budaya and the appearance of Senior Santrawan from Tambora Country brought a beautiful rhyme. Umbu Randu palanggi his name, the famous Pujangga brought a poem called METIYEM

'Metiyem

Behind the blue clouds

Hordes of virgins compete to flap the wings of empowerment

Down swooping as sharp as a spear blew the wind

Breath gasps with fatigue

One by one, greet the pertiwi

Raise the banner of defeat

But there is one that is not yet visible

The ruler of the Coast Country

Drought owner

The true seducer

The pigeon racing

Flapping wings is like a thousand swords of knights

Bringing loyalty is at stake'

All those present applauded the poet's teacher after reciting his rhyme.

Mr. Sirkum and his daughter Disya are very happy to present legendary Sastrawan class Umbu to appear in the opening ceremony of Selasar Budaya House.

From a distance a pair of eyes staring in awe at the performance art presented by senior artists and writers of the Coast State added to his belief in achieving dreams as a poet.

 

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*Metiyem is a pigeon racing where the last one down to earth is the winner