My Husband is a Ningrat

Chapters 97. [ The funeral ]

For me it is no more beautiful than this, seeing the mother's belly button and telling me at length about my grievances. I was like a madman, talking to myself, laughing, crying, then walking around looking at the other Ancestral steppes. Funeral to me is not scary, what is more frightening is reality.

Like a loud slap, I began to understand if there was anything odd. I began to pry the information of the courtier who became the caretaker of this cemetery.

His name is Mbah Atmoe Pawiro, already old, his age has stepped on 67 years. But his body looks fit and can sit for hours. One day I came here secretly during the empty lecture hours. Mbah Atmoe Pawiro has sat in front of the Ancestor's belly button with Surjan's shirt and rags, not to forget the keris behind his back. Mbah Atmoe well received me in this cemetery, it was the youth who taught me how to pray to ask permission from Ancestor Kaysan. Permission on the title that I will hold later, he said, if the Ancestor approves all conditions will run like asphalt toll road. Alus although sometimes bumpy.

Many times my ass tingled when it was done with the Do'a. Not just one to two hours, more. Until I spoke honestly with Mbah Atmoe to shorten the time of the pilgrimage, 'the Atmoe shook his head, "soyo sue, soyo slick." [the longer, the better ]

"His entry into the palace has caused tremendous intrigue, 'mbah, so that even my father could bear to punish me and Kaysan kangmas."

"Sultan did not punish you, Nduk. The Sultan just wants what has been in the fight for thousands of years is still awake until now. Before the Dutch came and arbitrarily acted, the kingdom that your Ancestors established was already standing upright invincible. Who dares to go against the rule of your Ancestors, even the play in it is no joke. It is not easy to establish the Hadiningrat kingdom, let alone the many political intrigues and customary laws in it. All will indeed transform like the development of the times, 'but that has been maintained cannot be forgotten'. What the Sultan expects of you and GPH Kaysan only aims to keep everything still in order as usual. Gonjang-ganjing will definitely happen, then what the Sultan did to you, just to form your tough personality. The Queen is the second highest level after the King, also carries out great duties and trust. If it's not tough, it's gonna fall."

"Then the part with the concubine's business, 'Bah? My heart is not calm."

"Then in 1665, there was a very big incident in the history of the success of a king Hamangkurat I, he lost the concubine of Kinasih that he loved very much, he lost, before getting the queen mas malang dubbed as 'Queen Wetan', Hamangkurat I was willing to do anything to marry Ratu Mas Malang by killing her husband first. Hamangkurat I's excessive love made him not care about the government and ignored the political interests and government at that time. He experienced a deep sadness for the death of Queen Mas Malang."

"Then what does this have to do with me, 'bah? Kangmas Kaysan has never been that crazy to love me."

"Do you want, Nduk. Your husband will be like Hamangkurat I who is constantly experiencing deep sadness?"

"The context is different, 'bah. If the Kaysan kangmas will have a concubine or I will be made a concubine, I think if the Kangmas Kaysan split up not to grieve."

“Mripat iso wrong ndelok, ears iso wrong krungu, lambe iso wrong talking, but ati ora will iso diapusi.”  [Eyes can see wrong, ears can hear wrong, mouth can talk wrong, but the heart will not be lied ]

This month entering the west wind season, rain will fall every day. I like it, only in the rain can I hide my tears, only in the rain I like in my mother's embrace. I'm still reluctant to go home, let alone Kaysan's request to go to Sydney making me even more convinced if there's another reason behind the 'honeymoon and recreational wildlife safari' plans'.

"Muleh! wes wayahe arep udan." [Home, it's time to rain.]

"Rain is another form of longing, the number cannot be counted, the arrival can be guessed, the departure can be awaited."

"Even wastes, don't understand what you mean, Nduk."

"I miss you, Mbah."

"jare my puku, miss iku abot. Ben dilan karo milea wae, koe rasah." [said my grandson, miss it hard, let dilan just the same milea, you do not need. ]

"Kabane again adem 'mbah Atmoe. Muleh yo?" [the situation is cold Mbah, go home yuk? ]

"You are waiting for your husband downstairs, wes kono ndang ndelok kangaroo mlumpat-mlumpat." [It's been there cepet see kangaroo jump.]

Actually in the campus there is no activity, only this morning I reasoned to take some books and meet Anisa. In fact, I was sitting with Mbah Atmoe on the red ground, cross-legged after finishing meditating. Why do I call it semedi, because after this I feel something new. Atiku mundak.

This place is what I am aiming for now, when something I have put down starts to shake in anxiety.

"When do you know I want to go to Sydney?"

"By to the grandson of Mbah also may be, Nduk."

"You what? Boyo, lizard, singo opo truwelu?"

"By the slamet." Mbah Atmoe smiled meaningfully, whereas I just nodded. "Titip mom yes Mbah. All these motor keys, in case someone takes them."

"Remember, play bojomu luwih angel, Nduk. Ojo added mbok gawe hard."

"Superior." I bowed respectfully and said the prayer of the synuwun to Mbah Atmoe.

Like climbing stairs made of andesite stone, I have to be careful, one little I step, I will slip.

"It's big, don't like to play in the rain."

I looked up, found Kaysan already standing up while pushing off the rainwater with an umbrella in his hand.

"Rain came so fast. Rinjani hasn't been able to cast a rainbow spell."

One hand of Kaysan led me down, one hand holding an umbrella.

"Know where Rinjani is here?"

"What I don't know about you, even I know your inner self, Rinjani."

"Is that so? Try to say what Rinjani thinks now, if Kaysan mas really has falsehood."

"You tested me, Rinjani?"

"You can say that."

"I know from Mbah Atmoe, if you like it here. Thank you for learning to love my ancestors."

"Rinjani made a pilgrimage here to meet her mother, as there was plenty of time for Rinjani to learn to meditate with Mbah Atmoe."

"Whatever the reason and your purpose here repeatedly in a month, may the universe bless us, Rinjani."

We have arrived at the parking lot, Kaysan as usual opened the car door for me. I have banned it many times.

"Mas Kaysan doesn't work?" I asked when Kaysan was already in the car and was busy looking for something on the passenger bench.

"Dry your hair and change your clothes, I don't want you to get sick." Kaysan picked up a small towel and a black t-shirt from behind the bag that he carried with him everywhere.

"here?" It's rude to change clothes in a location that's still wingit."

"Dry your hair first, along the way we find a place to mojok."

Kaysan focused on driving, while I was busy drying my hair.

The road here is like a road in the mountains, winding and deserted. Only occasionally can a vehicle be seen passing in tandem with our car.

"Have changed your clothes here, no one has seen it." Kaysan stopped his car on the side of the road.

"But I saw it." I said softly.

"You're still wearing BH, what you want to see, Rinjani. Small is arrogant!"

My eyes were round, with slow and sensual movements I took off the batik blouse I was wearing.

"Small gini also like, can not stand if it has been opened." I was grieving inwardly, while Kaysan with his fierce eyes saw me not blinking.

"Alright, the honeymoon package is ready to order."

Wkwkwk, the fur ransacking of your heart. ⁇ ️😂