My Husband is a Ningrat

Season 2's. [Mitoni]

Tingkeban is one of the traditions of human life cycle during the pregnancy of the first child who reached the age of seven months. This tradition is done with the aim of praying for babies conceived to be born normally, smoothly, and kept away from various shortcomings and various dangers. In Java alone tingkeban has another name Mitoni which starts from the word Pitu or Tujuh.

The history of mitoni can not be separated from the role of King Jayabaya who was compassionate at the same time touched the couple Nyai Niken Santingkeb and her husband Sediya who complained if the nine children did not have a long life. King Jayabaya advised Nyai Niken to take holy water bath every Wednesday and Saturday. Do not forget the do'a reading that must be tidied up during the bath ;

Hong Hyang Hanging Amarta Hotel. Martini Sarwa Huma's. Humaningsun he wasesaningsun, ingsun pudyo sampurno daddy manungso.

My concern is that Nyai Niken Santingkeb and Ki Sediya are fruitful and have a long-lived child. From there came the procession of Mitoni aiming for the best hope for the baby and his mother.

[source: Wikipedia ]

I wear a green rag with a machete batik motif from solo origin. My shoulders also cover with jasmine ronce ronce with jasmine flush model. My hair is in a plain bun with white jasmine ornaments that make me feel like wearing a bando.

My smile expanded as Ayahanda as one of the seven elders began to pour seven flowers into my body. His lips realized that he was busy chanting Do'a.

One by one another elder, changed to splash water on my body. Good do'a-do'a keeps sounding in my eardrum.

After the flush was over, Mother and Mother Sasmita helped me clean my body and fix the makeup on my face.

Siraman is held in the main house, which means all of the extended family of Ayahanda are gathered. My return was not welcomed by one of Ayahanda's wives. I realized that, although sometimes smiling, I could say that he was jealous of me. So did Indy who used to be close to me, now he chose to keep his distance from me. I don't know, I don't I why.

Kaysan's absence made me feel that something was lacking. There was no shield to protect me, no arrogant man to keep me safe and comfortable. For a moment I felt that something was trying to ambush me secretly.

After the flush, and bada isya. Will be done Do'a together as a form of gratitude and devotion to the baby I bear. While waiting for the time to come, I sat down with Mbah Atmoe and eyang Dhanangjaya.

"What's he angry at Ayahanda?" I asked slowly because not far from us sitting, there was a Father who looked at me with a look of guts. And, that's scary. I'm absolutely sure my son will be more often in the lap of the father than in the lap of his birth mother.

"No, instead we were given severance to buy souvenirs."

Eyang Dhanangjaya and Mbah Atmoe continued to spend their dinner, because later they will continue with evening prayers and a flutter at the back pendopo.

There are yellow rice tumpeng, Ingkung chicken and other market snacks served here. It looks simple but again I say, no matter how simple a dish/food, we still should be grateful because Gusti Sang Hyang Jagat has bestowed His grace and goodness.

While in the corner of the pendopo there are two lovers who are chatting. I smiled when I caught them hugging. Pleasant, almost kissing. If I hadn't woken up, they would have sinned. I am not like a paradise.

I approached the two of them, bowing respectfully as I passed the elder who I knew was partly the father-in-law of Father Sasmita and Mother Juwita Ningrat.

"Thank you Uti, Kakung's eyes for his prayer. It was a spell." I said while kissing the back of his hand.

"Cantle?" They were confused and looked at each other.

"Mantau is right. Hihih." Again I kissed the back of his hand. Dan, then go.

The Ayahanda Guards never blinked their eyes at my every move. Huh, there's no Kaysan, so come on.

"Snow..." I called him in a seductive tone. Nanang looked at me, then he pulled Anisa's hand and put it on his thigh.

"Don't bother!" abugn. Anisa who saw me just smiled knot. His hands moved to tighten their hands.

"Hehehe, thank you Nanang and Aunt Anisa. Love the gift."

Yes, the two lovebirds had given me a seven-month gift in the form of parcel toiletries and cow costumes. Likewise with Dimas he gave Dalilah in the form of a playmat piano. I hissed when I remembered his behavior on Kaysan's birthday.

I withdraw from the two lovebirds who do not want to be disturbed. My steps again approached Ayahanda when the crowd of grand guests had crowded the back pendopo and prepared to do a seven-month dive.

I let out a sigh of relief. After the seven-monthly diving event went smoothly and solemnly.

I crawled towards the support pole to lean my back.

Sadewa and Nakula, don't ask. The behavior of these two sons of bontot is indeed beyond reason. When all his brothers say goodbye to go home, they are still struggling with a plate containing food. "Facing pregnant women is indeed draining energy, La. I don't imagine when Father faced his wives who were pregnant with ten more children." Sadewa shook his head, he devoured the biscuits and chewed them quickly.

"Would you like to go home or stay here?" I asked while rubbing my stomach covered with golden yellow kebaya.

"It's up to Ma'am to sleep where, but if we go home there's no food." The classic reason, Sadewa again chewed his food.

"Over fat you, Wa. Same rival Ma'am Jani." said Nakula. Sadewa is not indifferent, he said if a lot of food is wasted.

When everyone is praying. As I watched, Nakula became a cameraman. It was Kaysan who told him to send a photo during the mitoni procession. If so, my husband must be pangling because tonight I am more beautiful, beaming and ouchai. I smiled wryly, separated just one week I had started to fuss when the phone was not picked up, the message was not reciprocated. Duh Gusti.

Not hearing his voice my heart was upset, not getting a reply my heart was suspicious. Uh! love, one million words it feels.

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Juwita's mother came up to me and said that the room I was staying with Kaysan was ready to use.

He went to the room and put on a kebaya. It reminds me of the first time I came here. Just after the wedding twenty months ago. At that time I was still shy of cats when I was close to Kaysan. Just looking at him made my heart beat. Plus when Kaysan kissed me. I feel like I can't speak.

Arriving in the room, the atmosphere seemed to change. Many ornaments have been changed, as well as the bed.

"Mother, the room's been renovated?"

"Yes, let it be better and have a new atmosphere. You likey?"

I nodded, a white-painted baby box was also next to the main bed.

"Mother bought this too?"

Mother shook her head, "Grandpa who bought it, it was in a special message from the Jepara furniture factory."

I smile. My father was so enthusiastic that it made me 'fear' if my son was not what I expected and disappointed him.

"Jani is very grateful that Ayahanda finally wanted to accept Jani here."

Mother took off the bun clamp and combed my hair between her fingers, "Don't let down Ayahanda's trust."

I nodded, this opportunity I will use as best I can.

"Mbok Darmi has prepared warm water for bathing. Take a bath. Mommy's gonna be out for a while to make some milk for Dalilah." Mother rubbed my stomach for a while, then went out of the room.

I opened the closet which was the only old thing left in this room. I still see Kaysan's pile of clothes. So did the failed first night's relics holster.

My missus evaporated into a night dew that soaked my cheeks. I took Kaysan's shirt and sniffed it while wiping my tears with his t-shirt.

Baba kangen's.

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