NADIRS
Nadir ~ Accredited?
I tell my friends, Amaku has recovered from the beginning. After malaria that makes me nervous half to death it ran latitude from the body of Ama due to the help of a pill-grain from Bu Midwife, and once again I thank the government for freeing the pills, since yesterday Amaku can return to work in the fields. Hoeing, spraying, and most importantly playing kakacapi ondong, since a few days ago.
As you understand, the koili river that flows from the base to the estuary holds many stories, in the thin ripples contain mythology, in the downstream is full of sacredness, so the clear cold is life.
As the people of the village hang themselves on the water of the koili river, both for the needs of the waters of rice fields, bathing, washing, drinking, and as an alternative livelihood, as well as alternative livelihoods, more than that - it is every three years along the koili river flow from Kamalu Village to Buga Village will be very crowded. Stifled by those who come to flock to witness this sacred procession of custom.
Yes, as today, I, the Hero and the Melody stand in amazement as the crowds of people who come fill the banks of the koili river. From a week of scheduled time during the Monganjulre indigenous procession, today is the peak. And again, please understand wisely, if the residents come to express their gratitude to the olongian (ancestors) of the Dondo tribe who inhabit most of the Village in Ogodeide District (large water) like this Buga Village, sorry, my thoughts have not gone that far.
Me, Wira, and Melodi come mingling with the visitors, nothing but not just appreciating the food. Oi friend, if you can be in our place now, surely your drool is dripping unstoppable looking at the piles of food in the wooden boat painted red, yellow, black, black, and that white. Deep-roasted chicken, stacked bamboo rice, wet pastries with plates, all of which are our motivation to participate in enlivening this traditional event of manganjulre.
Soon, after Kai (grandfather) Pamboru raised his keris to hit the sky, echoing the ultimate mantra of the traditional procession of this manganjulre, the food and the boat will be washed up to the estuary. That's why the three of us were willing to rent the boat Amanya Hamdi, to pursue the food in the boat.
Of course the food offerings were in honor of the olongians. But, it is not impossible to eat by us, it is okay, as long as the food is not brought home, it should only be eaten in place, because it has been proven to be true, as long as the food is not brought home, if the food is brought home, then again, as we believe, the whole house of the person who brought the food home will have stomach pains for days. I remember the fate of Mangge Raudin's family, because of disbelief, he brought the offerings home to his house, as a result, all his family members experienced severe abdominal pain, and he was very sick, to the extent that he and his family had to be rushed to the sub-district health center, treated there for several days.
Not a fun created after the wooden boat containing offerings was released Kai Pamboru, the wooden boat passed quickly like there was a machine that pushed it. And, for us, the food hunters, we started paddling paddles in pursuit. I thought, only our group is the only bounty hunter, it turns out there are many other citizens as well. Transform the sacred customary event into a competitive race.
Wira and I paddled with all our might, the boat we rented from Amanya Hamdi sped up, chasing the boat with the promising prize. Of the seven boats involved in this competition, our boat is third. The whole crowd started cheering. Perhaps because seeing us as the only child participants, the audience of hundreds or even thousands was siding with us.
“Come forward, Uti!”
“Dayung... paddle as hard as you guys.” I turned to the crowd by the river that kept encouraging us.
“Woy, skinny, watch your boat!” I know the skinny one they mean is Wira.
“Pilot correctly. Don't lose!”
“Forward... Kribo!” I'm more and more convinced, the one they're maxdu it's none other than Wira.
“Do not lose!”
I'm getting more and more paddling, I'm looking at Wira and Melodi behind me. Mira's eyes were drawn sharply, her arms paddled quickly and strongly, sweat began to flow through her face, but he was unmindful to row, this is what he was really looking forward to. Something challenging, adrenaline-inducing. While Melodi caught a catapult leaf drifting near the boat, then collected it like a fan, then he cheered, like a cheerleader’s cheering his school basketball team.
“Add power, Friend!” Melody wagged the leaves of the catapult in her hand.
Me and Wira getting more excited, we run again the power to paddle us to double than before. Our boat was speeding, like a speedboat. When we made it through the boat in second position, the crowd cheers skyrocketed.
“Step forward, Skinny!!!”
“Crybo!!! You can do it!!”
“Do not lose, Uti!!!”
“Forward, My Son!!”
The three of us turned to the voice just now. Our spirit was increasingly upset, seeing three great figures standing on the river bank encouraged us. He is Amaku, Mangge Raden, and Mangge Salim―Amanya Melody. They smiled, shuffled their fists into the air, I lifted the oars into the air full of energy. Melody waving towards them, Wira fluttered, her focus was seized full by her ambition to be able to cross the boat in front of us at the next bend of the river.
I paddled back, Wira forced her strength even further. The face of our boat had already begun to meet the back of the opponent's boat. Me and Wira worked harder, at the next bend of the river, we managed to cross the boat. Now we are in first position. Slowly leave the boat behind us away. The audience was clamoring, hysterical, seeing the participants they supported had a great chance of winning the competition.
But poor cannot be denied. As the entire audience dropped their hopes on us, as we became more and more immersed in the blazing spirit, the little boat we had rented from Amanya Hamdi was losing control, we forget that the laws of speed and weight also apply to wooden boats and river currents. The boat that we were racing so fast, did not want to stop even though I and Wira tried to stop it. The boat continued to dart, even passing the boat containing the gift.
The three of us panicked not to play. The hero who served as the rudder, stuck his paddle into the body of the river, with all his might to hold the speed of the boat, I also did the same. The boat was cornering sharply at full speed, and the most dramatic event in the competition took place. Because the maneuvering of the boat causes a slope that is really too, can not not not, as a result of the boat was turned upside down, beautifully captivating the eyes. We fell into the river. Wet kuyub. The audience cheered while laughing out loud watching the amazing event. Perhaps, during the implementation of the traditional manganjulre event, only this time they saw a great event like today. When viewed from the entertainment side, we succeeded.
Fortunately, village children like us are good at swimming. When he reached the riverbank, with a frustrated face, Wira smacked his paddle into the water.
“Sial!” his screeches.
“Why are you, Friend?” I was confused by his attitude.
“We lost. You didn't see? We have lost... telak!”
“But we can still get food on that boat. You see, only we are the closest to the boat, we can still get it!” i'm convincing.
“No. No Friend! Once you've lost a competition, you don't deserve a prize!”
“So? Maxdumu?” I was completely confused by the direction of the mind of the Hero.
“We're home! Let those foods belong to those who deserve it!”
Oi Friend, you see, that deep is the meaning of a competition for the Hero. Only a creature as great as him can appreciate something, no matter how small it is. I can guarantee you'll never find a friend as weird as him. One and only in the world. Rare products.
Not wanting to disappoint Wira, Melodi and I were forced to comply. We went home empty-handed. No grilled chicken thighs, no bamboo rice. Nothing, all that wishful thinking we have to throw away. We have to swallow it thick. All for the sake of the Hero.
At school, the incident of the overturned boat yesterday became hotly discussed. Slowly the three of us began to be famous in the school environment. Like an up-and-coming artist, we uninterruptedly heard the heated story by all the students who were no more than forty. Even some teachers patted our shoulders, appreciating, of course, they giggled occasionally. See how the expression of the Hero, the great competitor who because of his ambition made our boat overturn it. He smiled proudly every time the students told him about yesterday's events.
So, I never thought that it turned out that yesterday would be our last best moment with Melody. After coming home from school, at Melodi's house, with Ama-Inanya, I and Wira had to hear the news that made our hearts wry.
Tomorrow afternoon, Melodi and her family will leave for Kalimantan. Leaving a small, secluded village with traces of his small memories. Amanya's relatives who had settled there, asked them to move to Kalimantan. According to his relatives, in Kalimantan many job vacancies with more promising salaries, such as working in oil palm plantations, for example. Seeing the condition of his family, Mangge Halim who obviously needs more productive work than his current job, as a coconut climber, must agree to the request of his relatives to migrate to Kalimantan. Me and Wira, bowed silently. Don't know what to say, especially. There's no way we're holding back our friend's departure. It's impossible.
After hearing the news, until the afternoon I and Wira talked about Melodi. Confused what we must do to change reality, until we realize, there will never be a shortcut that is possible to change the destiny outlined by the Almighty. Not for farewell.
do not forget to leave a trace yes.critical advice in waiting ..
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