IRENG NIRMALA CANTILE
Part 48: Wes Nemu Dalane
“Excuse me sir to ask, is this really Kalimati village?” Ask Bara to the ojeg
“Kalimati village is still a long way from here, the mas and mbaknya this there is need to what is there?”
“I want to know my mother sir, can you take us there?” Answer jaida
“Waduhhhh, how about mbak”
It was strange for the Qaeda to ask the ojeg handlers to escort the Qaeda and Bara to the Kalimati village and the ojeg writers exchanged lyrics with each other like being reluctant to drive them to the village.
“How sir? Later the cost I added is okay” Persuade Jeddah
“Not a problem with the cost of mbak but-“ The carpenter did not continue his speech
“Pak Mahdi, iki ono sing njaluk diterke nang village Kalimati”(Pak Mahdi, this is someone who asked to be escorted to Kalimati village)
“Keep why ndak mbok anter?”
“Anu- pak”
“Hissstttt you it ndak good reject windki”
“Mbaknya equally want Kalimati village? Let me take you, Panjul ayok”
“Iya sir thank you ya”
“Lho sir mbi me to?” Panjul Protest
“Wes, ora opo-opo ora elok nolak windki”
Along the way, Qaeda felt his neck goosebumps, the smell of incense and flowers smelling all along the way.
“Mbak ojo ngalamun yo” Tegur pak Mahdi
“Ehhh yes pak”
“By the way the destination might be to meet who?”
“Emmm I want to meet my mother pak”
“Ouhhh, I'm sorry if I can know asmane his mother who I might know”
“Nirmala”
“Astagfirullah” Suddenly pak Mahdi braked his old motor to make pak Mahdi and Jeddah almost clean.
“Ono opo sir?” Ask Panjul
“Nothing njul, regular old motor hehehe. Sorry yes mbak” Qaeda felt that Mr. Mahdi was covering something visible from the strange Mahdi pack after hearing the name Nirmala.
After a journey of almost an hour, Jida arrived at a very simple house, the building is still entirely using wood as well as the floor (the terompo house in Java).
“Sorry mbak I can only deliver until here” said Pak Mahdi
“Iya sir thank you for being delivered, this is the cost pak”
“Thanks mbak, hopefully his arrival to this village can free this village from curses”
“Curse?”
Has not answered the question of al-Qaeda, Pak Mahdi and Mas Panjul rushed away.
“Jaeda, whose home is this?” Ask Bara
“I also don't know, try tap”
“Assalammualaikum” - Qaeda and Bara knock on the door of the house
“Waalaikumsallam”
Al-Qaeda felt her body burning as she stood before him, and she also endured the heat from her body.
“Jaeda, you why?” Bara grabbed the body of the out-of-control Qaeda, and Kanthi continued screaming.
“Ono opo iki?” Dathuk and Rahayu came out because they heard the screams of Kanthi and Qaeda.
“Wes, loro iki digowo nang njero umah ndisik”(Already, these two children were brought into the house first).
Dathuk recited the prayer in a glass of water and afterwards it was given to both Jida and Kanthi. After drinking the water, the bodies of Kanthi and Qaeda began to normalize, and slowly the heat began to dissipate.
“Whose two of you are?” Ask Dathuk
“My name is Bara dathuk and this is Jaida” Bara trying to introduce myself.
Hearing the name of Jeda, Rahayu gasped and hugged the body of the Qaeda.
“Jaeda???? You're Jida??? Finally” the atmosphere in the room suddenly haru.
“I Rahayu, I am the courtier of your mother and I also helped your mother when you were born”
“Thank you buk, then where is ibuk?” Hearing the question of Qaeda immediately Rahayu silenced.
“Dathuk, Ayuk” Kanthi tries to open her eyes
“Common meet close, each soko crewmu kudu iso nahan energy each. Kanthi is kreteg kanggo kermu nemoni ibukmu”
“Ono opo sakjane?” (Is there really a dathuk?)Ask Jaeda
“Ceritane dowo, Jeda”(The story is long of Jeddah) Rahayu said
“Dathuk, what village iki dead village? Sak dawane dalan orak ono menungso sing sliweran”(Dathuk what village is this dead village? Along the way there are no other residents)
“Iya , iki ngunu kabeh amarga Nirmala. Nirmala mbabat entek sing mangon nang deso iki. Kabeh digawe tumbangal susuk cantile ireng”(Yes, this is all because of Nirmla. Nirmala killed everyone in the village. All residents are made into cantill Ireng mortar)
Hearing that, Qaeda could not hold back his tears. Years apart from her birth mother, she must now accept the harsh fact that she was born from the womb of a black woman.
“So this alesan Qaeda can't see ibuk? So is it true that my mother killed my father?” Said the Qaeda in a sobbing tone
“What is the mass of Revelation, Innalillahi” Qaeda nodded
“Father of Jedgalin Jeddah, when Jeddah was a child. Since then Jida has been living with uncle Wira”
“Wira??” Ask Dathuk
“Iya Dathuk, Viraga my father” Clear Bara
“You Are Traveling? Youngest son Wira?”
“Leres Dathuk”(True Dathuk)
“This is all the destiny of the Almighty, and this is the reason we survive in this village because dathuk is sure you will return to this village. Even though this village can not be saved at least we can break merambate Ireng” cantile
“You rest first here, must be tired right after a long trip Kanthi has prepared all your needs” said Rahayu
“Is it okay if I stay here?” Ask Jaeda
“Jaeda, I can control the energy you give”, Kanthi said
Al-Qaeda and Bara spent the night at Dathuk's house, they spent time listening to Rahayu and Nirmala's stories while enjoying the gorging cassava and warm tea. There was a slight sense of relief that Qaeda felt after hearing the story from Rahayu, that Nirmala was not that bad even though the path taken remained wrong.
Although al-Qaeda was very late, at least he could still save the remaining villagers and of course Kanthi as the successor to the cantilevered because of the adopted son of Kanthi Nirmala.
