Nyai Ronggeng Tumbal
Is It Love?
During the trip there is no important conversation, just acquaintance and ask the purpose. It was only two women who exchanged stories, while Anggabaya just silently listened. It turns out Nyai Darsih got an invitation from Ki Demang Atmojo. Actually Anggabaya was reluctant to join because he was worried about the state of Ki Prohibit. But the mother insisted on appreciating, however, Ki Larang and Demang Atmojo were close. The presence of Anggabaya to represent the absence of Ki Prohibit.
Nyai Sekar Asih occasionally glanced at Anggabaya, the man who had just stared outside. Until accidentally when Anggabaya turned his face their eyes met. A sweet smile expands from the lips Sekar Asih, making Anggabaya misbehave and feel strange gallions in the chest. She had not never seen a beautiful woman, but when her blood sighed to see this woman was the first. The first glance When Nyai Sekar Asih came down from the pedati had already fascinated him. Moreover, this beautiful-faced girl was sitting opposite to him. Anggabaya feels dead lice, his tongue is so twisted. There is a desire to just talk but it feels really incapable.
Nyai Sekar Asih is not not ignorant of what is in the sense of a handsome pemufa who is sitting in front of him. The young man was clearly seen. Funny thinks. Rarely did he see such a shy man. Especially from the way he looked at himself so politely, making Sekar Asih feel appreciated. He is very different from most of the men he meets. Just lie if he does not understand the face of Anggabaya. The young man had a perfect face. Her sharp eyes were beautifully framed with her thick eyebrows. His sturdy jaw his sturdy jaw adds to his good looks. Secretly Sekar Asih often steal the view on Anggabaya.
Nyai Darsih was seen sleeping next to Anggabaya. The long journey left him exhausted. The young cannot close their eyes. Both of them dissolved in their minds.
“Nyai, no break?” the Anggabaya
Nyai Sekar Kasih just shook his head while throwing his smile.
“Rest for a while.”
“Kangmas, by yourself why not sleep?”
“How can I sleep if in front of me sit an angel who makes my eyes reluctant closed.” said Anggabaya who can only uttered in his heart only.
The night was getting late, Nyai Sekar Asih finally closed his eyes as well, but not with Anggabaya. Anggabaya continue to think that his mind does not fantasize anywhere and hopefully during the trip they are all given safety.
Time continued to crawl until approaching the shubuh, Anggabaya asked the coachman to stop the pace of the pedati.
“Where are you, Nger?” said Nyai Darsi who woke up from feeling the pedati that suddenly stopped and saw the middle-aged Staircase that stepped out.
“Have Wanted to pray, Mom, Anggabaya want to get ready to pray. Want to pray too?”
Nyai Darsih was silent, it felt like his whole life had never been done praying. From childhood he was never taught that worship. Until he thinks it's not important. But now there is a little shame tucked in the heart when Anggabaya invites him this time.
“Let's go, Nger.”
Anggabaya only smiled in response to his mother's reply. In his heart he only prayed that his direction might rest in the hearts of his parents. He walked around looking for a slightly roomy place not far from the pedati. Fortunately there was a small time that flowed until the boy had a big nose that had no trouble for ablution. There is nothing more delicious for the servant who sholeh while being closer to the creator. As weak servants, we should always ask the great God SWT.
I don't know since when Nyai Sekar Asih woke up and his eyes looked in awe at the Anggabaya who was solemnly running Salat. He remembered that his grandmother always invited him to pray together with his grandfather. This has never been done since their death. He felt that God was very unfair, so he thought there was no use in worshiping Him. Now there is only grudge and hatred that is stirring. Everything should be paid off. Life is paid for.
The journey resumed. The sun is already starting to be seen from the eastern horizon. They had already entered the gates of Cibening Village. The atmosphere of the village is so beautiful. The expanse of green rice fields cools the view that sees it. Some residents were seen to be doing their activities. Most villagers have a livelihood as farmers.
“I am sorry about the situation, Ki Ban,” Demang Atmojo said. The two of them were close friends when they were young.
“Thank you, for your willingness to accept our invitation from family.” Demang Atmojo then invited guests to taste the dishes that have been provided.
“Romo!” from the middle room appeared a girl with an ayu face. His steps came to a halt when he saw that there were guests in the living room.
“What, Mayu. Here!” Demang Atmojo called the 22-year-old girl to come closer.
“Sorry, Romo.” Said the girl, her eyes glancing at the Anggabaya who was sipping a cup of warm tea.
“Sit here,” Nyai Ningrum said.
The slender girl was sitting next to her mother. I don't know why his eyes can't see Anggabaya.
“This is my daughter, Larasati her name. “ Demang Atmojo introduces his only daughter.
“Owalah pretty your tenan, Cah ayu.” Puji Nyai Darsih's.
Larasati only blushed while slightly bowing her head.
“I Nyai Darsih and this is my son Anggabaya, Cah ayu.”
“Sorry who you are with?” Larasati pointed her palm at Nyai Sekar Asih.
“I, Sekar Asih, who will dance for a while night.”
“ohh..” Larasati. His eyes glanced again at the Anggabaya.
“I think you're tired after a night of traveling. You better get some rest. Let me take you to your room.” The host escorted the guests to their resting place.
It turns out that in the back of the house there are small pendopo-pendopo that was deliberately made as a guest room. The backyard decorated by flower gardens and fish ponds looks so beautiful. Each one has his room. Anggabaya occupies a room right next to the room Nyai Sekar Asih which is only limited by a bulkhead made of wood board. Before entering the room Anggabaya had a look at the crazy woman. Anggabaya's heart really made pounding.
