Floating Boat

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...Jalan Kampung Bugis...

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In Kampung Bugis, Resky took me for a walk around several places including the Phinisi shipbuilding place. I remember ! longing was also like this, going for a walk only to see places he thought could give him inner satisfaction.

From home, we walk. Because it is still morning, the air is still warm, enough to inspire life for me. Kampung Bugis according to me is the most unique village. Other than her nice people, along the way, I just heard a welcome greeting addressed to Resky. In fact, Resky is so well known in Bugis Village, he is more popular than the Village Chief here.

Sahut-Sahut who gave the importance to him to make me ask him directly to Resky about why the people in Kampung Bugis so highly appreciate him.

"There is a history that has never been separated from my former life, Eden" he replied to me.

"You mean past lives ?."

"Yes. I'll tell you a story while taking a walk so that things aren't too serious you respond."

"All right !" answer her.

"You may have never heard that in the traditional life of the Bugis people besides being thick with the existence of Phinisi-phinisinya there is also a rule that is binding and must be followed. The customary rules require that adult children must live a life only in that rule. They must not love or relate to men or women outside their tribe let alone marry with a tribe from outside. It is considered dangerous and disturbing order, calm, and peace of the ancestors who made it. Today, I know you but in the past, friendly relations like ours were very rare even if they were obtained then it is likely that we would both be considered as people who did not appreciate the unity and unity of Bugis society."

I also heard a story from Resky. It turns out that here, "we're not allowed to get married ?."

"What ?." He asked me again, surprised when he heard the word "we are not allowed to marry."

"No !. I mean just make it clear, what if in a relationship because something unwanted happens, will still not get permission to get married ?."

"In this case the Makassar Bugis gave him leeway and considered him as Silariang or elopement is a marriage that deviates from the customary rules of the Makassar people and the consequences of siri (self-esteem). Deeds that are considered to be able to harass the customs or decency of the ancestors can be directly excused without thinking long. Because of that tightness until sometimes it is not uncommon for us to see many of the young people to walk according to their will. I personally actually think, why do the Bugis people can increase a lot when if understood from Bugis same-sex marriage I mean equally they would have a low population growth. This is increasing, assimilation is problematic while every Makassar Bugis also used to be the result of assimilation or mating with other cultures. But I don't know, the change began to be seen as the times progressed, ancestral customs began to be forgotten, some people choose the way of love even though they suffer"_

"They will not maintain a rule that could threaten the safety of their lives. Ancestors make such a rule because they do not live in the present, they fear a future reality, fear the loss of loved ones, fear of losing children, fear of losing children, they are afraid to live far apart from their generation. Hence by making such a rule to guarantee the existence of today's generation."

"Resky, from earlier you spoke at length like the road we passed was long as well. When it comes to that, I don't understand. I just know that if people are in love it is impossible to be separated unless they separate by themselves. If separated there can only be ancestral rules that must be maintained, preserved, appreciated, respected, good ! but what about the feelings of those who are in love with each other ? who can keep their feelings in check, can that rule guarantee their relationship stays intact, right ?!. We better not talk about it again, Resky. The more stories, the less I know. I just pray, hope, maybe someday wherever my soul mate then that's where the peace of life God gives."

"Eden, we better find a place to shelter first. It wants rain, cloudy, thick clouds blackening in the sky there. The rain of God's grace is always beneficial. Try it, the rules of the ancestors like that then it's really beautiful life."

"Resky, it's drizzling. We take shelter or what ?."

"So I said, we're looking for shelter, right ?. Now, all the way to the place of making our new Phinisi-phinisi rest there. If shelter here, fear we will not reach the place of making Phinisi. But what do you think, Eden ?."

"Indeed, what are we going to do there ?."

"Beautiful girl ?!. You think those girls, who walk down the street like us ?. But honestly, the girls here all look beautiful, different from the girls in my village. Is it because Bugis up to her pretty-beautiful girls including Resky."

I know, you're actually begging me by calling girls. What you mean is not someone else but yourself. You've seen, now I'm just walking along with you. You mention the other girls again, where is there another girl beside me besides you ?.

Unexpectedly, the thunder exploded so hard, accompanied by lightning that was flashing, hmm...! I got rations. Resky turned out to be a woman who was afraid of the sound of thunder. When the thunder rang, he jumped in my arms.

Who wouldn't want to be embraced by a beautiful woman like her. For a moment I forgot Miss, it rained hard. We were wet, running towards a barrel not far from us. The wall of the tongkrongan has the inscription, who wrote it?, "Young people who sit here, go home immediately marry ya."

We read that writing. Staring strangely, shyly on Resky's face adorned the color of these wall words.

He's a little uncomfortable but yes he said it.

"Who tried to write those words. Marriage period ? just now, just discussed the rules of ancestral customs, uh now find the words that ask for marriage. Ouch !.

"Resky, I'm wet here. You're wet too, let's go home. No more running his streets. Tomorrow or the day after, what about Resky ?. Yes, those words are when telling the person sitting here to come home to be married. Resky, I still have Miss, I don't want to get married !."

"Well, who wants to marry you. I just still want to sail around with my Pajero. It is ah ! don't talk about it anymore ! let's go home."

Resky was embarrassed by me. We're not walking like we were. This time, he was in front of me.

But there's a language she told me, which tickles my ears and how it feels, "watch your eyes. Don't look deeper, you won't be that strong. Kan, my body is adorable let alone the rain still wet me."

This what try ?. I even made him tempted. Thankfully it was morning. At night, I may have seen him in dreamland.

Forget ! keep living the existing, along with people who love, sincerely want to be friends. My love is not for Resky but for Miss.

Since the docks' problems, like her I'm the one who's wrong. Without asking, I judged what I saw.

Like rain still falling, we both arrived home drenched. When Resky was about to enter his room, I shouted "Resky, don't forget, it's about the night of marriage !."

He laughed seriously, then waved his hand at me while replying, "yes, we're getting married for a while."

Haha...!

I also went to the room with dualism of feeling, whether Missing or Resky.

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