Malay Romance Zaman Now
38. Megang Mountain
Afternoon and beautiful in Bedegung Village, Tanjung Agung Subdistrict, Muara Enim Regency, South Sumatra Province. Gembayung hangs beautifully in the mega there, the twilight sun spews a multilayered tinge, darting into the expanse of the Earth, a panorama that touches the heart, arousing awe and gratitude to the Divine. Below it, Bedegung Waterfall is like a painting. Splashing water reflected on the large rocks that are sprawled.Air waterfall that reaches 99 meters high it comes from the springs of Bukit Barisan. The stream below it formed a small river, the water flowing between the rocks, surging, winding, darting, stirring with a soul until the eyes were provoked to keep looking.
On an iron bridge Vio witnessed the thumping of water spilling profusely. The sound of water splashing was clear. Even the spark was up to the bridge due to the wind thrust. Followed Vio, because in Palembang there are no waterfalls. Oh, didn't this waterfall and Musi River water come from the same spring? Get lost, lose tired. So Vio was amazed at the soothing natural scenery. How rich Indonesia is. Why do many indigenous people spend their time in the land of people, even though in their land there are many things that can entertain the heart?
“I like wong hamlet yeh?”
“This is in hamlet, Idiot.”
“I love you, Dit.”
Dita looked at Vio's nose. “Honest means.”
“Emang?”
“If you lie, your nose becomes long.”
“Emang I pinocchio? I'm willing to jump in from here, to prove that I love you, Dit.”
“Sok romantic.”
“Serious.Nian. Two rius instead.”
Vio held Dita's hand. “Nian I want to jump.. but both.”.
Dita let go of that hand. “Ya already, I'm the one who jumped.” Dita holds the iron bridge.
“Do not, Dit!”
“Biari me dead!”
“Don't hesitate her point.”
Suddenly Dita pinched Vio's stomach. “You're a bit thin, Honey.”
“Because you often mikiri, Dit.”
“Wong Palembang nian you ni.”
“Emang do you know Wong Palembang's features?”
“Edop nak lebak, die nak bambetan, koboran nak beremot*.”
***
He saw a village that was dim, silent, quiet, comfortable, and calm. Away from the crowds and noise of vehicles. Inside the house, Dita explains to her family about Vio.
“But, Ma, don't ask her anything. Because Vio's the one who doesn't have it. Simple.”
Dita arrived at the veranda with a cup of black coffee. She wears pink pajamas. While his hair was curled up because Vio was very happy with the girl who styled her hair like that. Sit the two of them on a porch illuminated by a five-watt bulb.
“Tonight you were asked by Mama and Papa. Tomorrow morning just back.”
“Ya.Dita. I'm sorry about that one yesterday. Go on, sorry me again.”
“What's more about?”
“I'm sorry. I can't date you anymore, Dit.”
“From now on we're not dating again, Dita.
“Vio?”
“But... fiancee.” Vio took out a heart-shaped red box from his jacket pocket.
“Hm, you're this. Whatisthis? For me?”
“If load means mate.”
“You're the right one, baby, be friendly. He-he.” Slowly Vio inserted the ring into Dita's ring finger. And. fitting. The bujang plucked the strings of a guitar. And start singing.
Chocolate mak
Mak cagak batu
The mano koceng belang
That's my house
The masok fire ship Palembang
Banyunyo calmed down into a wave
Oi mak mano heart dak waver
Gadennyo doson, bujang Palembang
***
Still in Muara Enim, but this time in the hamlet of Mount Megang. Dodi returns to his hometown and intends to discuss something important with his family. Dodi conveyed his intentions and goals to his mothers about his desire to propose to a Palembang girl. So surprised Saleh, his father Dodi.
“You're not wrong, son? Later tonight we go to your mama's house. Maybe you'll think twice about proposing to him, son.”
Go Dodi with her father. His mother, Salimah, also left. They arrived at a typical Sumatran stage house. The three children were sitting in the front room with Pak Saleh's sister, who was a Muslim. Mr. Saleh conveyed his purpose and purpose here.
Mr. Muslimin has a mature brown skin, his mustache is thick, and his eyebrows are thin. Her body is a little skinny. His face is a bit like Mr. Saleh's. Mr. Muslimin last saw his nephew about seven years ago, when Dodi graduated from Junior High School. Now the teenage Dodi is fully grown. A moment Dodi explains the stories he shared with Masayu.
Mr. Muslimin said to his beloved nephew. “Mamang used to be just like you, even more than you. Dodi, that doesn't mean Mamang is saying this to make you discouraged, not nian, son. But so you can think more. Because of the great risk. What you want is heavy nian.Dual, Mamang happy with the Palembang girl, her name is exactly the same as the girl you want to apply for, Masayu Setianingsih, bloody Palembang-Java. Over ten years Mamang knew him. Mamang convinced nian that he was the mate of Mamang. Although rarely met, but we feel confident, one day we will marry and build a family. During that time Mamang dak never visited his house and talked to his family, because Mamang realized, Mamang was a poor hamlet bachelor and dak had nothing. If the harvest again, bananas again harvest, duku again harvest, then Mamang to Palembang to sell the results of the Mamang garden.
“Mamang trades on Sixteen Ilir Market. If you run out of trade, Mamang took the time to meet Masayu on the banks of the Musi River around the Sekanak River. We talked there. Sometimes we send each other letters, give each other gifts. But once again, Mamang realized, if Mamang ni was a low and poor bachelor. Dak deserves to be the man of a girl of Palembang noble descent who is rich. His father was a wealthy merchant and was also respected by the people. Pamor Masayu family is very well known to the people of Palembang. Mamang thought, it was impossible that Mamang would be the man of the honorable girl.
“Although Mamang's actions are stupid, stupid, insistent on still meeting with the Masayu family to propose to his son. Long story short, at the house of Masayu, Mamang got word by his father Masayu. He said, Mamang this dak deserve nian have a Wong Palembang chant, because Mamang ni is just a poor hamlet wong, whose style is just gardening. Mamang was evicted from the house. And since then Mamang never met again with Masayu. A few years later it was heard in Mamang's ears that Masayu married a Palembang bachelor because he was betrothed by his parents.”
“Mamang didn't lie about the story?”
“For what did you lie to, Dodi? Mamang just said, the decision is in your hands. Just so you know, wong iliran is not happy with wong uluan like us. From that time. Mamang to wonder if only the hatred of wong city to wong hamlet continues until now. Especially Wong Palembang who made money.”
“Whatever the risk, I still want to propose to him, Mang. But I want to ask for help with Mamang and our other families.”
“Anything will Mamang give to the happiness of nephew Mamang.”
“I ask for help, fitting later proposed Masayu, Mamang bring yeh car, continue I ask help nian the Father and Mother, fitting in Masayu house later, we offer to give a lot of money, and I ask for help, mascawines are expensive, and the cost of marriage is great. With that our proposal must have been accepted by the Masayu family. If we appear mediocre, surely the Masayu family will not accept our application.”
Bu Salimah said, “Mother sarani, so you can not overdo it, son. Let's just show us what we are. Try covering up.”
