Getting Married Late
#50
*Time has changed
the sky turned orange
as if the shame of the sun was hiding at the limit of the horizon
Not to be outdone, the waves roared from a distance
the white sand looked glittering
ditrapat jang si jangga round
Flying birds decorate the sky
the sea wind blows softly
stroking skin and wrinkled faces
I took a breath for a moment
and start enjoying the twilight
not a single bit goes free
The blue sea water
slowly crawling up to touch my feet
stroking my little finger*.
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When we go home, the road we go through is different from the previous road. Rows of sovenir sellers lined up there. Initially I thought it was just an ordinary sovenir, until Bu Sri pointed to the hordes of sovenir hanging in each shop, the shape was like a quality, or a son of sambal, after I watched carefully,
"Astaghfirullahal'adzim, my holy eyes are tarnished" I cried.
It turned out to be a bottle cap opening tool whose handles were shaped in such a way as to resemble the heirloom of the adam.
It used to be plain brown or black, now it has been beautifully painted. Who's this, hayo?
We reached the jogger area, and headed straight to the parking lot.
After all the gathering, the bus we were riding took us to the diner for dinner even though it was still afternoon.
From the restaurant we were taken to the souvenir center by Krishna, half an hour on our way. Someone asked Bli Putu.
"Bli, that was right back from Kute beach, how many key chains or what is it, have Balinese like that?" ask Bambang.
"It's not Balinese. The Balinese do not have circumcision," replied Bli Putu.
"That means Bli hasn't circumcised? hahaha," said Isro'.
"I happened to have circumcised" said Bli Putu.
"Moslem music?" ask the others.
"Alhamdulillah, since my childhood I was a Muslim," replied Bli Putu.
We reached the center of Krisna's souvenirs, one by one starting to get off the bus.
"Who wants to pray, pray first yes.has entered Maghrib time," said Mr. Den.
I'm free, I'll soon enter into the sight of beautiful things, my poor soul thrashed. Every thing I see beautiful I always see bandrolnya anyway.
We were there until nine o'clock at night, but only around the door why can it be that long, wonder.
In the basket that I have a long-sleeved T-shirt with a picture of the central souvenir typical of Bali Krisna with a price of 19,000 rupiah, 1-year-old baby beach dress with a price of 8,500 rupiah and some souvenir snacks typical of Bali, of course, which is labeled halal donk yes.
I started queuing in front of the cashier who was as long as someone would line up with the BLT. I queued long. And when in front of me lived 2 buyers, suddenly Bu Kasiah his wife Pak Den approached me.
"Lula, drop all of you, just one tok," he said.
"Yes, Mom," I replied.
Ms. Kasiahpun put the items she took in the basket that I was in.
"The money will be on the bus, yes" said Mrs Kasiah again and then left.
"Nggeh, Mom," I said again.
Fatikha, my transfer class sister also came to me.
"Titip too yes, Ma'am. Just one," he said.
"Yes, Ma'am," I said.
It was time for my basket to be calculated by the cashier, I paid the total amount stated in the shopping receipt stamped in the white crackle bag. I also took the bag of white crackle and then hurried away.
I had a hard time getting out of the cashier, because all the visitors seemed to be asking to count the groceries, and three cashiers lined up at one table.
Finally escaping as well, I stepped in with relief directly onto the bus. I opened the bag of crackle I brought, I took the belongings of Ms. Kasiah and Ms. Fatikha and I handed them both.
How surprised I was when I was stirring up the contents of my pocket, the shirt I said was cheap with good quality, I did not get, shattered my expectations instantly.
Want to go back to the cashier, imagine that it was already crowded. Yes, if the shirt is still on the cashier table, if it has been put in someone else's pocket how? I'm tired too. Yes, maybe the 19,000 rupiah money has not been my fortune, just consider alms so that the heart feels calm.
I also sat with my eyes looking at the center of the souvenir, not yet sincere, even though my heart continued to muffle the feeling. Had it not been tipped t-shirts with others, it would have looked like the t-shirts I took.
I held on to the receipt of the groceries with disappointment. Really disappointed I was the same way the cashier counted things. Time totaled first, paid new goods put in the bag. Unlike in minimarkets or most convenience stores, 1 item is scanned directly into the bag.
"Have you all entered yet?"
Before going to bed, I wash my face first. My body was actually very sticky to clean, but I was afraid to take a bath at night.
I came out of the bathroom and laid my body on the bed. Bu Kartini and Bu Fat are reciting after praying Isya. Missing diploma somewhere.
Ma'am Izah went into the room.
"Mbak Izah, the prayer beads don't borrow anymore. Turns out I can sleep by holding your prayer beads. Thank you very much" said Bu Kartini when he saw the arrival of Mbak Izah.
"Yes, Mom. This is used only, I only use it to recite after praying only," replied Mbak Izah while handing the prayer beads taken from his bag.
Bu Kartini received the prayer beads from the hands of Mbak Izah.
We fell asleep, probably because of the exhaustion.
I woke up in the morning. The people around me wake up to pray for dawn, well what do I wake up to? I took a shower too early, it was cold.
I waited until the last queue, while listening to the songs on my mobile MP3, the songs Bunga Citra Lestari. I'm repeating the song 'cause I love you while I'm kicking it.
When you remember me I remember you
When you miss me, I feel
I know you always wanted to be with me
I'm doing the best I can
God knows I love you
Until six in the morning, our room had two guests. She's Maeroh Ma and Ms. My trasfer class sister. They've taken a shower and dressed, and I haven't had a shower.
I rushed to the bathroom and finished my bath. When I came out my two guests were still at home in my room. I was also without hesitation and ashamed to dress up in front of them.
After I neatly dressed up with the veil covering my head, they took me down for breakfast. Ah, I became embarrassed to be waited for from earlier.
We went down and walked to the restaurant, until there was an officer who was ready to take food for us, so as not to run out of food for those who came last alone, like at the restaurant before.
The menu of fried fish flour, sambal fried tempeh, sambal and vegetable became a complement to the rice we ate. Not to miss a glass of warm tea and water.
After we finished eating we went back to our rooms to get our things. There was also a person who brought his belongings and immediately put them on the bus and get off for breakfast.
Why don't I think from earlier, you don't have to go up and down the stairs back and forth.
I immediately went down with my backpack. I put a big bag in the trunk of the bus, while a small PKL bag was always stuck on my shoulder.
We waited for the driver while looking around, what need to buy souvenirs again. Actually I want to buy bali salak, but from yesterday I did not find it. If grapefruit around the village many who plant. In front of the hotel are many only clothes sellers.
Today our schedule is home, but before going home we will stop for a while at the art market of Sukawati Gianyar Bali. There are many Balinese souvenirs such as woven bags of hyacinth, jewelry from rocks, blankets and many other trinkets.
The driver seemed ready in the steering wheel, we were sitting in our seats. The bus started to go. During the trip to Sukawati Market, the Tour Guide aka Bli Putu said goodbye, we forgive each other maybe for 4 days there was an unintentional mistake.
Arriving at Sukawati Market, Bli Putu got off the bus replaced by a tour guide from the tourism bureau. He asked us to gather at 10:00 WITA
We got off the bus and went straight to hunting knick knickknacks that looked at the eyes. Split up with their respective gangs. This time I went around the market with my friend Imas on the bus.
It feels like a long time I walked around the market, but not satisfied also these eyes to look at the items on display. Imas bought a bag made of woven water hyacinth. As for me, I think that's enough.
I want to buy a Balinese blanket actually, but afraid of a bit of distress when bringing it later when returning home later.
It was enough for us to go around the market, and Imas and I returned to the parking lot. After everything is gathered we are ready to go to bali ning omah. 🤣🤣🤣
The bus we were riding on drove off Gianyar towards the port of Gilimanuk. At about half-eleven WITA we crossed the sea by ferry. Arriving at Ketapang Banyuwangi Port, we continued our journey by bus.
I fell asleep during the bus ride, I woke up when the bus stopped at a restaurant in Solo. There is no transit schedule anymore. Therefore, Mr. Den asked the participants to mushroom his prayer.
I open my phone, I have a message from my brother.
[What time is it? I'll pickup.]
Ih, good tumben is true my future marriage guardian, my pleasure is my heart.
[Later when it reaches the Batang square do not notify, Mas.]
Send, man,
Clings, cling,
[City.]
I fell asleep again as the bus drove back from Solo. And awake at that time, I looked out the window, it was up to Semarang. Since then, my eyes have never been closed again. I continued to look outwards, watching the streets from the cities of Semarang, Kendal, Batang and lastly Pekalongan.
The bus stopped, all passengers disembarking alternately after making sure no one was left behind. I went down, it was almost Maghrib, but my brother had not seen the trunk of his nose.
One by one they left, picked up by their relatives, the bus was gone. Finally what I was waiting for came, my most handsome brother, yes my brother is just one him.
I put my luggage on the front of the motorbike he was riding, some of it was about my arm, my backpack was carrying on my back. I immediately went up behind him. My brother drove his bike through the road to Kedungwuni.
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Thanks everyone, everyone,
😘😘😘
