GIRL UNDER THE MOON

a long day

That's where I found space to tell stories, as if there were no walls to throw words at each other. The fragment of the soul of the body dweller, binding the mind very strongly.

That place once filled my world, that room was once a vacuum. Keep a trace of the trail that left the tone, become a memory of poetry full of meaning.

shards of sharp pebbles, lying irregular. the winding road and uphill should we then. an area at the foot of the coral mountain, which has a land area of about 402 hectares. at that time the sheep village had not become an official natural tourist area, so there were no stalls or shops like today. only in 2012 pandeglang government crowned as an integrated sheep village that is open to the public.there are 2600 sheep that are kept by 7 groups of farmers, namely, or about 150 people who are involved in the sheep business. 

my intention and purpose is to come to that place with meera, not just to see the ranch residents, but I want to show the beautiful panorama presented on the slopes of the coral mountain.

   "where's.? who said, will take me to heaven?" ask him to charge. I began to hold his shoulder, pointing with my index finger to the west of the top. "it's up there!" He looked up, following me. His two eyes bulged as if he could not believe what he saw. "should we go down that uphill road?" Tanya doubt.

I nodded my head, and he too gulped. I started the step and stood in front of him one level higher.  I stretched out my hand with my palm open, to just grab it and pull it to walk quickly. 

  "This is serious?" He asked back with a doubtful face. His breathing was so deep. "Huh" then added "Is there no shortcut, other than this path?" pointing with her fingers to the ground.Hearing a statement from her made me smile a little, but only half.fear she was angry. 

    "It's not easy, to get something valuable! Live, enjoy! It'll all feel without a burden."

in grabbing a helping hand from me. slowly I pull it. step by step able to pass. I also align steps with him.

 as he walked, he said: "If I can no longer walk, will you hold me?"

  "Cut you??" "Hem, that's the same as suicide. Hehe!"

   "tega you yeah!" 

let alone having to carry it, be a bridge even if for him to cross I must be ready.

under the shady tree, twigs are blown by the wind always swaying.the chirp of birds as if heard singing.Implease his steps getting higher and heavier, sweat slowly began to be seen. 

     "can you bring a camera?" my many. 

he shook his head, unable to escape with his blushing smile. 

    "a camera, which you used to carry, it's definitely not yours?" 

out of a smile, he laughed and responded, "it's got the lampstand, I borrowed it!" meera.

   "yes. get caught gapteknya!" sindirku.

   "but it's wise for you to know me, right?"

  "it's just a learning process finding path!" 

   "but right... After that, you continue to intend to approach me?"

   "after the meeting, I felt comfortable in deep sleep because I was as free as possible to engineer a dream to make a stage drama between you and me alone."

the scorching sun that was shining was getting hotter, a torrent of unstoppable sweat flowing from the look of her graceful face.

We walked far enough, even half the journey was already gone. 

cold sweat began to feel in his palms, his face was originally reddish, suddenly pale pias. his breath began to stammer with a loud enough sound. he held my path. "nu. rest first dong! I'm tired of this."

in between a large stone, he sat down while leaning his body.His face was filled with sweat.

  "don't you bring a handkerchief?" meera searched and reached into her bag. It turns out she forgot about it. she shook her head. 

    "what's it doing.?" what did he ask for? weirdo.

     "i don't want, if your pretty face is covered in sweat. You know, I brought a kenebo."

  "you think my face is a rowdy motor body? want on a lap with kanebo everything." 

I opened the bag, to take 2 bottles of mineral water, which had been prepared in advance. I gave one to him, meera immediately turned the bottle cap, while wanting to quickly gulp the water. but I held him back, not to drink.he fell silent with a glaring look, asked why from his face. 

I told him to regulate his breathing first, so as not to get engulfed and sweat excessively later.he also followed my directions, after it was felt to subside, then he sipped the water.

  "ra.. if you feel tired, better talk then rest! don't give up, let alone leave!" 

   "who just now.a poem?" 

   "that's a suggestion." 

Just waiting for him to rest, I took the time to take a diary, and intend to record the moment.The diary, I always carry, every time the road with meera. 

   "what about the book?" meera asked suspiciously. 

   "let me take note, let it be history."

   "ouh. that's it. you will write, that today meera is sprawled with a pale face and her breathing is boring." said meera with sewot. 

    "if fate does not lead us always together, then never forget about today! the humans are forgetful, so I decided to just take notes." 

   "here I help nulis!" pinta meera took the book and the pen from my hand.she began to write on it. "in the joking color, knocking on the still silent heart, you present bring a new story in my life. slowly I sank into a sea of taste, as your gaze incessantly disturbed my heart, at once also remembering that I was but a stone among pearls that were not worth comparing." after writing, meera handed the book and the pen back to me.

   "all in added! that today, a danu who bears the title of immortal singles, can proudly ask meera out on a date in the sheep village!" hihihi. added his guyon.

not just being proud to be with him that day, but in my mind saying, it is a form of magic to know and even love him.if only, I am good at carving stones. I've carved his face to make history, that he and I once leaned on that place. 

under the heat of the sun, I walked up to a long step. as if it was the beginning of an opening in a happiness.Life as if there was no choice, but with him happy. tears cannot represent that day to be sad. 

her hair was unraveling, swaying in the wind as she greeted.she stood upright, her eyes closed, her hands stretched out, inhaling the air so deeply, then exhaled. "hurp..."  the clouds followed the wind that led him.We arrived at the slope of the rock.a place that I promised him. instantly his fatigue paid off.see the beautiful panorama often meera smiled to himself, he said, even yelling hysterically. 

   "you know ra..? what makes this place so effective for me?" 

   "what's.?" ask meera softly. 

I sat with my legs folded, looking at the universe far and wide, as well as the one who sat beside me. Until that day, the universe supported me to meet him again. the heat during the day was more friendly than usual.

  "when I set foot in this place, then opened my eyes, I couldn't believe it was real. I thought it was a dream, but I was conscious, that this beauty is really real, but baby, I'm out of balance, this place turns hollow in solitude, which is more ironic that I envy the sky with the blue."

  "want?"

   "since then I began to promise. someday, I will come to this place again, and will bring my beloved.!" 

 meera looked at my face while hiding her smile. 

   "do you know..? there are two things that make me poor coming to this place!" 

   "what's that?"

  "the first one, has helped make your dream come true! and the second you claim to be a lover, but that's not yet the case." 

then I stood up, put my hand out and pulled him away.he I took under a big tree I would show him something. I once carved my name and the symbol of love on the trunk of the tree, but no names have filled in under it. 

soon I take the knife and engrave the name meera. {danu love meera} 

back me and meera leaned under that big tree. The meeting was the beginning in the process of learning to find, as if the mind was having a spoiled dialogue with him at that time.a ritual without promise is loose but alluring, as if, not thinking long whether I should have or just a stale base, just being able to enjoy the moment. 

  "are you in college?" ask meera relax. 

I shook my head. 

    "why?" keep tanyanya.  

    "there's a biyaya!" 

    "chasing for scholarships?"

    "i'm not sure of myself.! there must be thousands of people racing to get it."

   "so, you feel that you are incapable! it would be even more stupid if you didn't try.!" 

actually, I had pursued a scholarship at UGM, until passing the substance selection, but I resigned due to illness, even though I missed if I had to go to college with devi. in the conversation that day with meera, I purposely covered it up. 

meera who prioritizes education is very insistent on following me. 

   "not everyone agrees with what we do, not everyone believes what we believe, and ultimately we must walk alone to achieve what we dream of." kataku. 

   "what do you want to accomplish in this life?" ask meera. 

   "i want to live my own way!"

  "if you were given two choices, and had to choose one of them, between college or marriage, which would you choose?" ask meera.

jaim in muse what should I choose, then I asked with guyon, "who's the same wedding?"

meera also insisted to choose one of them only.with the confidence that hqq, I decided to choose marriage, rather than college.meera deepened, against the reasons I prefer to marry.

   "what's the reason you'd rather get married than go to college?" 

   "and among the signs of his great{} is that he created couples for you of your own kind, so that you tend and feel at ease to him, and he made among you a feeling of love and affection. verily in that there are signs of {the greatness of Allah} for those who think. {QS Ar rum verse 21}" 

    "is not what we seek for peace in this life?" connect many. 

    "education is important too! so that we can get a better job, so that our family will be peaceful!" 

    "can a higher education guarantee a degree of security?"

     "yes.. not really! it depends on the person, whether you try or not!" 

the strings of words continued to say themselves. The empty soul fragments began to neatly arrange.I ventured to hold her palm.she replied with a cynical look, I guess, he would immediately throw the hand, it turned out that he grasped it more tightly. 

while walking to enjoy the beautiful panorama, in a hand that is difficult to let go, I fondle and seduce him. 

   "have you ever been like this before?" my many.

he thought for a moment, fumbling with his memories, innocently shaking his head, as if giving a mark never before.

    "isn't your fate the same as mine?" meera replied.

    "i'm like a poor woman, willing to date, in order to erase your long-standing single status." "you know, I don't want to follow your call, supa you can extend your single status." 

   "you, have you ever felt dating yet ra..?" 

   meera also shook her shoulders, followed by a headband. 

   "is that because there is no man as good and beautiful as I am?" 

meera laughed at that. 

    "better and prettier than you is a lot! but, there is nothing more strange and reckless than you!" 

if only I could slow down the time of the day so as not to pass quickly, I have repeated the turnaround so as to linger with meera. 

   "if you what? have you ever dated before?" ask meera. "ehh. I forgot! you're single, so, you've definitely never felt, what's it like to date, right.?" errat meera quipped. 

   "you just pray, I'm heading to that point. soon love is in my grasp!"

    "ouh.. yeah?" tanya.

   "it can all happen quickly, as long as you want to help her!"

   "if I don't want to, how about..?"

   "i'll negotiate with the shaman's shoulder!"

   "akh shit."

detikan time continues to run, the accompaniment of dense black clouds continue to gather until it covers the sunlight, all of a sudden dim. 

the first friendly day, it had gone. leaving the fog with the wind.a flash of lightning began to show its light, like a light produced from a camera lens. it made meera's face tense. 

the eruption of thunderous sounds, completing a gripping day on the slopes of the sheep village.since then the sound of meera increasingly silent, only body signals that shiver pale face pias and cold sweat that occur. 

there is a sense of blue and pity that arises from me. tat kala where with his reflex meera hugged my body shortly after the sound of lightning pounding loudly. naughty, with, my hand pushed the embrace closer. 

my chin that was right above his head, easily my lips kissed his hair.In that embrace, his body shivered his eyes closed, I became astonished, I became astonished, why can meera be so hysterical when she hears lightning? 

 not only hugging and shivering from him, often meera also praise the name of the god. "subhanallah" when the sound of lightning pounding. 

when I asked him about it, the reason for it was irrational, when I went deeper, it turned out that I was phobic about the sound of lightning.he did not explain in detail why it could be until the phobia when hearing the sound of lightning.

in his arms, meera whispered "home yuk!" he said he invited.

pity in my soul appeared, I could not bear to see it wither, then took his shoulder to reach out to walk away from that place. In my heart, I unceasingly offered a do'a. ask the creator to postpone the rain, because if it rains suddenly then I will be sprawled in that place. 

the mind was was was, afraid of rain before taking shelter.the heart that has been kk because, walking at a fast pace.not felt me and meera is far and almost to the place of the settlement of residents. slowly drizzling down, I immediately opened the jacket to be made an umbrella.I stretched it over my head and meera, while meera stopped her step and looked sharply at my face. 

under the already visible sala one house, I think that we have arrived at the residential area residents. while the rain is getting heavier.meera meera and meera hitchhiker in the emperan house that uses joglo. the house is still very traditional, everything is made of wood and bamboo.the house was very scattered from other residents' houses.The door of the house was tightly closed, even I did not hear sound signs in it. 

had thought that the house was uninhabited, but the yard and appearance were very clean, so it was impossible if the house was empty. 

the rain fell so hard, meera and I sat together in the bamboo bale available.when the sound of lightning sounded, with shock meera shouted. often she did it many times. 

footsteps walking began to be heard from inside the house that we were shaded. his voice was loud, the footrest of the pedestal of the house that was still wearing a wooden board. shortly the sound of the door opened was heard. my eyes quickly turned towards him.

   "e~h... There is a guest turned out!" the owner of the house with our presence. 

then I threw a smile, while answering." We huddled!" 

the owner of the house is an old grandmother.she is also very friendly to allow me and meera to take shelter in her house only. 

    "the lebet bae yeh!" tell him to use Sundanese.

then I said, "nuhun grandma, just let us be here!" 

The grandmother glanced at meera, gloomily afraid of the sound of lightning and then asked us to return to shelter in her house.

I whispered and asked meera, "how's ra?"

 his head nodded.

   "no trouble later, if we take shelter inside?" ask me my baskets.

The grandmother laughed as she walked and said, "huh, consider it your own home!" and opened the door wide.

arriving at home, the grandmother spread a mat to be made a pedestal that we will sit on.

It also entertains with warm tea, as well as serves food from the tubers.  Very good grandma.

seeing the state of meera that began to calm down, next to her I sat down, and also the grandmother sitting in the face accompanied.

filling the time waiting for the rain to subside, just start the conversation then the grandmother asked me what my name was? I also answered "dana" 

his gaze turned then pointed at meera with a blink of an eye, asking what was her name? meera also introduced herself. "meera" she replied. 

not only did she ask about the name, the grandmother I didn't know her name, she also asked where we both came from? meera and I answered each other's addresses. 

after that, the grandmother asked? why meera and I could get caught in the rain at her house! meera began to tell her chronology to Grandma. 

I had been inside the house for a few minutes, but I did not see anyone living in the house, except the grandmother. then with curiosity I asked him. "grandmother here lives with whom? how come I don't see who else but Grandma?" 

before answering, the grandmother was silent for a moment. showed a sad and anxious face.it made me feel bad for her. 

shortly after the silence, the grandmother finally replied, "grandmother lives together! just like the grandfather.this is also the grandmother again anxious, worrying about the grandfather who is still in the garden, where the rain is heavy in the face of lightning again!" 

after hearing the answer from him, I just understood, since his face was worried about something, it turned out that the grandmother was thinking about the fate of the grandfather who was still in the forest, was gardening since this morning.

    "just the two of you, grandma?" meera asked cutting while brandishing her two fingers.

the grandmother smiled slightly, then nodded her head a few times. "huh.." sighed and bent her face. 

    "grandmother has 12 children! " he heard a countless number of words, made me gulp. while meera only let out a small sigh, then whispered in my ear. "twelve nu...!" I couldn't stand it and I laughed at it. 

   "sorry grandma! we don't mean to laugh at Grandma!" my words apologise.

    "it's okay! indeed, if today, most have children between 4-5 people, different from the previous era, at least have 9 children, even though the child is a gift from God."

   "right too grandma! most of today it follows the KB program, so having a child is limited when there are people who are difficult to have their offspring willing to adopt other people's children!" meera added. 

    "the number of 12 children is not a little bit nek? if you can figure out where they're going now?" my many.

   "they have decided the fate of each! "if you think about it, 12 children is indeed not a small amount, if until a complete gathering with children and grandchildren, can be full of this house, this house, it could be that they sleep like a shady fish in a pot. hehehe" said the wise grandmother. 

    "grandmother's children were among them 8 men and 4 women. Two boys died at birth, one more boy died falling from a coconut tree when he was a teenager." 

    "inalilahi." cut me. "so now the remaining grandmother's children are only 9 people?"  

    "They decide each other's fate!" the grandmother answered with her defense.

    "some live with their parents-in-law, some live in their own homes!" continue saying.

   "But, do they often visit grandma?"

Grandma did not answer, but a smile in her sadness. The grandmother invited us to nostalgia in her memories, when her children were still a roof. He said "nothing incriminates him even though there are many children, if one eats, the other has to eat. There is no difference between them, all his affection is flat." the grandmother's words that touched me the most were "that in her old age, which she expected from her children, not just money or food, she wanted togetherness, what he misses when all his children are still one roof, there are cries in the day, there is laughter in the likes" the grandmother said in her longing to her children.

I was kept silent in the story. Meera looks dumb in the mood. 

the sound of knocking on the door and greeting was heard from outside.the grandmother was then moved and walked to open it. none other than her husband who had just returned from the field with a wet state and a slightly shivering body. 

  "h-h there's a guest?" the grandfather said when he saw our presence.meera and I immediately stood up to pay their respects by way of his regret.I pulled his hand to greet, then the grandfather slightly held back and said "grandpa's hands are dirty and wet!" I said, "no papa!" the grandfather told us to sit down and enjoy the dishes, he also excused himself to change his clothes first.

the grandfather who had changed clothes, then came while carrying a large glass containing warm tea, he sat in front. 

    "if you can tell, where are you abis from?"

    "we're out of the sheep village! keep raining and taking shelter here." I replied.

in between time together, suddenly the grandmother asked permission to go to the kitchen, he said "will process food that can be processed!" seeing such a thing made meera want to help her. she also asked permission. "can meera help me?"  the grandmother nodded "ayo" he said.

   "where did you come from?" asked the grandfather back to me. I replied that I came from the menes. "beuh" the grandfather was buzzing long. old people must understand the long history of the region meneses strong religious value.

  "orok menesmah must be pinter najai!" chirps the grandfather praised him.I immediately blushed by loosening my gaze. 

   "he said so cake! but the reality is not. "indeed many meneses who are good at teaching, but not a few who can not, including me!" 

    "can you!" "that was your wife?" ask grandpa about meera. 

I was so stunned to hear it, inwardly reassured, then answered "not." and then I told him that we were found a few days ago. 

whether serious or just a reminder, said the grandfather always ringing in my memory until now.that's why I wrote it in this story, what is clear is that the word has to do with the future.

the grandfather said in siloka. "sometimes we are only found, but not united! whether it is to learn or teach, whether for a moment or forever, whether it be the most important part or just. "god does not promise the sky is always blue, the sun always shines and flowers always bloom. but know he always gives a rainbow in every storm, a laugh in every tear, a blessing in every ordeal, and an answer in every prayer!" 

I could answer nothing but silence and not understand the meaning.Grandfather added something that made me not understand. 

   "you shall not take love from his Lord! truly you will not be able to." "if you are destined to be with him, take care of him! if it's not together, then you still have to take care of it! the woman {meera} still has a long journey, if she arrives then she will have a noble standing."

I am sure, whoever it is, if he hears such a word he will not understand.I am not a person who is good at interpreting such language. I thought it was an obscure prophecy, so I still enjoyed what I could enjoy. 

the day in the house was closed with congregational prayers and dinner together.