DEMON PUPPET
MYSTERIOUS MASTERMIND
It seems to have become a habit, my old bike is always on strike when I am in a hurry. Unfortunately I forgot to bring my emergency mechanical equipment, forced to lead him to the nearest workshop.
Where today is my final deadline for submitting my script proposal, O Lord... What am I wrong?, I guided this 125 CB motorcycle from 1975 slowly, hoping I could find a workshop that could repair this old motorcycle.
And damn, it's been almost 1 kilometer I lead this bike, not even I met the workshop, my legs feel heavy to keep stepping guiding this old fucking motor, this old motorcycle, why did I have to buy this bike?
Thank God, finally saw there was a small workshop in front of me, with a little enthusiasm I tried to make it fast until the workshop, a sense of pleasure and calm when it arrived at this workshop, and then I was happy, the mechanic fixed my bike until he came back to normal life,
"hahh..turned out the problem is just the bus cable is too fragile", again I drove my motorcycle to campus, the time has shown at 5 pm, I hope the faculty administration officer has not returned, I was so in a hurry that I forgot that my bike had brakes that were not very well, and "bruaakkkk" arrived at the campus parking lot I hit the parking entrance guard post, the parking attendant was angry as \-so.
But I was in bodo, I parked my bike and I ran to the Faculty of arts and culture building, and... Thank God, the Faculty Administration has not closed, I submit all the necessary requirements for the submission of my script proposal, he said,
but... I was still overwhelmed with misfortune, the faculty administration officer told me to see my proposal supervisor, he said that my guidance counselor advised me that I should change my script theme, I don't know what made him think I should change all this?, "take, then how....this is the last day of the thesis proposal collection?" I asked, "so Mr. Setiawan said, you met him first.and he asked us to give 3 days for you to change everything,!!!... It's there" he answered.
I am Dede Jatnika, a student of the Department of Pedal at the Faculty of Arts & Culture of this campus, and maybe I am the only student who has not graduated after 7 years of study at this campus, weight is indeed pursuing a scientific field that requires a lot of understanding from various other scientific aspects.
But I never give up, I know myself is indeed less intelligent in memorizing and composing the storyline of the puppet, not an easy thing also for me to make jokes - jokes when I perform Cepot, Cepot, Newsletter & Gareng.
Especially when I say Bima.ahh, my friend must say, even like the sound of people making, someday I will become a legend like Abah Asep Sunandar Sunarya or like Ki Manteb Sudarsono.
Oh my God, what other misfortune is this?... I got a text message from Pak Dadang lecturer Garap Pakeliran, he said that my grade was disallowed because I was considered plagiarizing the final paper from my friend, damn.sial..., though the Rendi that plagak my paper, it feels like I want to beat the Rendi... that is in my mind at this time, I don't know what my fault until I get continuous shit like this?.
I ran towards the lecturer room, and I will explain that Rendi who plagiarized my paper, not me who plagiarized his paper, I arrived at the lecturer room with a stinged breath - nasal, and, without excuse I went into the lecturer's room... Sontak surprised the lecturers who were inside.
"You are Dede, you are not taught manners hahhh.maen just come in", shouted one of the lecturers at me, all the lecturers looked at me cynically,
"here you are Dede" said Mr. Dadang. "ahhhh shit... I'm done this time" I said in my heart, and the Rendi was already on Mr. Dadang's desk, he was downcast and seemed to be out of anger, then slowly approached the table Mr. Dadang with his head down.
"Can you explain why your paper is exactly the same as Rendi Darmawan's?" ask Mr. Dadang to me
"eeuu..euuu..sorry sir, it was Rendi who plagiarized my paper" I replied.
"You guys are the same, in my class, I will not tolerate the slightest cheating, you and Rendi Darmawan, I did not graduate in my course, you have to repeat my class next year!"
Mr Dadang spoke loudly and loudly while pounding his desk, suddenly made the whole room silent and shocked to look at Mr Dadang and me, while I?...
I can only resign and bow to the fact that I will be in college for 1 year, my hopes of becoming a mastermind seem to be cut off here, it feels like the world is not on my side.
Angry, emotional and furious to the Rendi I bend so that everything is not getting run down.
After I was sprayed with ramblings Mr. Dadang, me and Rendi walked out, I walked in tandem behind Rendi.
Arriving outside the lecturer room, I could not stem my emotions again to Rendi, until I finally released my punch towards his head until he fell, and in my head there was only "you deserve this rendition",
after seeing the joint fall down, I then continued walking towards the parking lot calmly and satisfied to have hit the destroyer of my dreams, I turned on my butut bike to go from this campus, he said, and the security rant that cursed me was not ignored.
I drove my motorcycle while hoping for a miracle to come to me, with a sense of annoyance still in my heart, I could only daydream while riding my motorcycle, far away I have walked not necessarily the direction and purpose.
And this emotion was not able to also stem my hunger, I remember.from the morning I had not eaten, in front of me there was a food stall, I saw, without a second thought I went there to fill my thin stomach, I also ate dishes that I had ordered with greed, even with only a side dish of long beans and sambal anchovies, he said, but it really feels good plus warm fresh tea that I occasionally drink so that the food smoothly into my stomach.
while I was ravenously eating, I accidentally eavesdropped on a chat from the two people who were engrossed in chatting beside my dining table, they talked about the figure of the puppeteer puppet golek less famous who will perform the stage in their village, I was curious and asked them
"where did he come from, sir?" much
"we tea less know also of course mah kang, I only get good news if Mr. Kades in our place tea want to ngadain wayang golek for the ruwatan kampung event, kampung kadas, because my village tea again packeklik kang" concluded the father - the father to me
"ruwatan?... When is that sir? Ask me back
"Dad kang, he said this Friday night in the village field... But sayah mah will not watch kang ah, serem if the event ruwatan mah.if you go home before the event is over, like to be intercepted blind on the road" answer the father again with a very thick Sundanese accent
In my heart I wonder, who is this mastermind? his name is Ki Dalang Teja Kusuma, even I have never heard the name of this puppeteer, after eating, I went back on my way and decided to return to my boarding place, throughout the journey I was still haunted by curiosity.
Who Teja Kusuma is, when I got to my room, I searched through Google to find out who Teja Kusuma is, and where he came from, but everything was nil, there is no information about who the mastermind is
ahhh.. Finally I threw away the curiosity, I also played my favorite puppet that I had and kept near my bed, Astrajingga, he said, or people usually call it Cepot until I forget everything that happened today.
The day then changed, and today is Thursday night Friday, and I remember, I was still curious about the figure of mastermind Teja Kusuma, I also decided to watch the wayang golek Ki Dalang Teja Kusuma show, I also rushed to come to the village where the wayang golek performance was held, and I rushed to come to the village,
the time has shown at 6 pm, I also drove my motorbike quickly so that it is not too late to watch the opening, because usually the puppet show starts after isya, I was very happy to hear the bubuka tattoo that was chanted in every start of the wayang golek show.
And damn it, I did not know the way to the village, I asked someone who was walking on the side of the road to ask the direction to the village, he pointed at it and he said it was quite far away and also I had to traverse the dense forest which was quite scary, "ahh bodo time, I am not afraid the same" I murmured in my heart.
Then I continued on, and sure enough, I had to pass through a dark forest and a hollow road, none of which I saw anyone passing on this road, but it was still 7 p.m, and I arrived at the location after taking a 2-hour drive on my butut bike.
Thankfully, I was not late and the show has not started, I saw the audience was quite quiet and it was already 8 pm. "ahh.basasar, haduhh deserted gini" I said grumbling, then I saw the seller of boiled beans beside the stage was peddling his wares, he said, without a second thought I walked towards the stewed nutman to buy it so I could relax watching the puppet show while snacking on boiled beans. Inadvertently I smelled incense so strong it poked my nose from the stage, I turned to the stage and I was surprised to see so many offerings behind the puppets that were prepared
"what is this for?" in my heart, I have never seen a ritual like this in the performances - puppet show golek before, the offerings are right in the row Wayang Pandawa & Kaurawa which stretches on the right and left of the puppet stage. There was a figure of an old man behind the puppeteer's seat was commating - kamit somehow recited what spell with the brazier burning incense in front of him.
The smell of incense grew stronger, the old man then twisted one of the puppets wrapped in a white cloth over the incense burning, "what is it" my heart asked curiously. Slowly the old man opened the white cloth wrapping the puppet.
Dan, no... Puppet what it is, I have never seen the figure of a puppet character like that, the puppet looks old and fragile, also the color has faded. He was blood red with a gaping mouth and long toothed, had tens or even hundreds of wayang performances I witnessed but I never saw the figure of a creepy puppet like that.
My eyes seemed to not want to let go of the puppet, the old man continued to slowly rotate the puppet on the burning incense, and arrived - arrived. "kang", huhh I was shocked not playing, and, the peanut seller reprimanded me for the peanut money I bought.
"oo yes, sabaraha mang?" say
"five thousand kang" replied the peanut seller
And I turned my gaze back to the stage but the old man was gone, and so was the strange puppet I had seen that was not there.
Nayaga also started the opening music of the show, indicating the show will begin soon. The puppeteer is ready in his position, the sigotaka lawang or mountain has been swung by the puppeteer to the right to the left and rotated - rotate
I immediately took a position in front of the stage, the sound of gamelan was allowed to accompany the puppeteer's kakawen, the mastermind,
"Bungsang dinang kembang
Kurawis puppet box
Lindu nira earth crooked
Adam adam babu
Siskang danur
Anwas anwar ngagelaraken
Malih kang danur
Nurcahya nurjati
Dangiang wayanganipun
Go there and guling danar
Basa sem pangangken
Mareng ngemaraken Dat Kang Maha Tunggal
Wayang agung wineja
Single puppet"
I guess - thought the puppeteer murwa and lawang sigotaka already stuck in the middle of the puppet stage. Suddenly the sound of gamelan stopped and the mastermind delivered a message in Sundanese language that thought - think this means
"this is a puppet show for ruwatan, I beg the audience to watch this show to the end and no one falls asleep, please respect the ancestors"
I think it's normal, just just this show does not lose the audience in the middle of the show, indeed a puppeteer is required to be creative in conveying the contents - the contents of the puppet message.
The late I enjoyed this show because the mastermind brought the play titled "Jabang Tutuka", Jabang Tutuka tells the birth of the figure of Gatot Glass, glass gatot is one of my favorite figures.
It was included in the comedy section which as usual was performed by Cepot, Dawala and Gareng. I laughed curled-up as I watched their laughter, "this puppeteer I think is so adept at sound, motion and the way he brings stories but why isn't he famous?" I said in my heart.
The clock has shown 12 o'clock right and the audience is still not too crowded, maybe because this mastermind is not famous
My bladder can not be compromised, I have to urinate because it has been almost 1 hour I held it because I was very dissolved in this show, I walked a little backstage looking for a \-bushes bush because there was no public toilet here. And after I threw away all the ammonia I felt relieved and walked back to the front of the stage.
I accidentally saw the old man backstage cross-legged, but why was the strange puppet stuck in front of him?, why not bring the mastermind, why is this old man here too. I slowly approached her, and I was surprised not to play.
I saw this old man communicating with the old and strange puppet, and I.. I saw the puppet's head nod - nodding itself, what demon is this huh?.
Inadvertently I slipped and fell near the old man, he turned to look at me with a look that was so sinister, I rushed back to the front of the stage but the old man kept staring at me until I escaped his sight.
Oh, my God, what was that?.
I tried to calm down as if nothing had happened and went back to watching the puppet show, but my mind was still unable to eliminate the curiosity and fear earlier.
I really wanted to go home but I was afraid of the myths I heard from the fathers I met at the food stall yesterday, also the puppeteer was advised to watch until it was finished.
Unsettled, afraid, panicked all mixed up I felt, even the storyline of the puppet in front of me was not focused I witnessed.
I looked to my left right, suddenly I felt something strange, I returned to the smell of strange slowly - the land pierced my sense of smell.
It's not the smell of frankincense or whatever scent I smelled earlier, it's like the scent of a new grave flower mixed with the scent of pandanus, "what is this?" my question is in my heart.
Gradually this aroma grew stronger and instantly turned into an unpleasant aroma, such as a fishy smell or some kind of rotting meat.
I watched my left right back, but I didn't see anything that was the source of the scent. But, but there seemed to be something wrong with the faces of some of the spectators near me, their gazes were so blank expressionless.
I was getting more and more overwhelmed with fear, but I tried to stay calm until the show was over. I keep my eyes focused on the stage, I don't want to look left-right anymore, I'm really too scared for this.
Time shows at 02:00 in the morning, and it looks the mastermind will end this show, the music - the closing music has been played. Sure enough exactly 02:30 lawang sigotaka was closed, indicating the event was finished.
I'm glad it's over, but I realize it's still too dark for me to go home,
"duhh..how is this?". Mumbled,
there's no choice but to force me to go home.
The motor ignited and rushed me to leave this location, just walking for about 300 meters I stopped
"i mean I have to go through the dark forest again!". My speech
"uh, how is this?, why am I so scared?". I whine to myself
I decided with all the courage I had left, I kept walking home on my bike, I speeded it as fast as I could.
Potholes, pebbles and twigs that bother me no matter what, in my mind just want to quickly get to a crowded place.
The village where the puppet show was so quiet, the house looked far apart, I estimate there might only be about 100 houses there.
Until I was in this terrible forest, I was getting faster and faster on my bike, and I felt very relieved after I had made it through that forest.
After more than 1 hour I walked, I finally reached the crowd, precisely at the intersection of the junction connecting to the village road with the highway.
Ahh shit, my bike ran out of gas, but this time I was a little lucky because not far from me I saw the retail gasoline seller was still open.
"Mang.. buy gasoline". I shouted a little to wake up the father of the gasoline seller who was sleeping.
"Emmm...yes, yes kang, how many liters?". The father of the gasoline seller replied in shock and immediately stood up from the long stall bench where he fell asleep
"2 litres of mang". Answer me
"Oh yes, by the way - where did morning - morning blind gini kang?". Ask the Father
"Abis watch puppets in the village there". I answered while pointing at the direction of the village
"Oh, how dare I go there huh, mamang mah long here also do not dare to the village mah". Pungkas the Father
"Why is the village mang?". Much
"Ah.pokona mah serem kang, so 20 thousand gas stations". Reply to the Father who does not seem to want to explain further about the village.
I also took a break and thanked the father of the gasoline seller, but his statement added to the confusion in my brain, coupled with the series of events that I experienced earlier it feels like I need to find out what exactly all this is.
At 04:30 I arrived at my dorm room with very sleepy eyes and a body that was very eager to lie on the bed, I was on my back and my eyes were slowly closing.
"Bruckkk"... I reflexively woke up hearing that voice, I was very surprised to see.....
Seriate....
