Pariban So Rokkap

To the village to get married

So my message, if you come to this beautiful Lake, for holidays and sightseeing then be polite and do not pollute this beautiful Lake, with garbage and dirty deeds.

Our ship stopped dropping passengers at Harian, the ship was walking again, a mother and her two children got off again at Sipinggan village and continued walking again, arriving at Nainggolan, he said, one host or mothers dropped off the goods, it looks like this one mother who sells rice on the ship.

Until finally our ship stopped the destination of Labuhan Pandiangan, the ship dropped my family's entourage in a small simple port at Huta Pandiangan, or Labuhan Pandangan.

Seen not far from Labuhan Mami waving towards us, two cars were deliberately brought to the village to be used to take care of needs during the village.

“Welcome to Samosir Nathan,” Mami said her face looks happy.

There were many families who welcomed us, there were three girls who welcomed us in Labuhan, three teenagers with shy faces and cats

the grin-grunt pushed each other, wanted to get acquainted with me but embarrassed, at first, I thought Netta who came to welcome.It turns out my little pariban did not come.

One of the three friends ventured out his hand, a man of the darkest skin, a man of cheer and humor was also sweet, he was the bravest.

“Hai Bang, I Sina boru trampled,” he said a firm voice, because his appearance also looks tomboyish. He put his hand to introduce himself.

“Oh, Hi Ito,” said I welcome his hand.

Trying to be polite to the young women who welcomed us in Labuhan pandiangan.

“I Revina boru Sinaga ,” said one of the teenagers whose skin is whiter.

"Yes ito Revina," Welcomed her hands as well.

Stay one more” I Wati Boru trampled." The young girl named Wati looks cute.

My eyes wailed at them all, I did not see my Nettania pariban the woman I would marry later.

'Where is she, why don't you welcome her future husband?' Inner asked.

Looking at his three friends, I could describe how Nettania's skin color was without having to look at it directly.

“Nia, no bang, not allowed to meet brother according to tradition, he was in brackets at the house amang Sittua." said Lihasina.

Sittua is a servant in the Church.

“Oh no, I don't see it," I said lying.

Though, however I wonder, why his friends come, he does not come to pick up.

Looking at the attitude of his three friends, I believe Nettania is also like them teenagers in general, still innocently cheerful and should not be the time to get married. But for the sake of Poda oppung or will we were forced to do so.

Three cars too narrow to transport us all, I chose to take an ojek to take me up to what I meant to Nettania village.

“Mi, I ride motor ojek only, yes.”

“Not Than motor, say it ride kareta.” My mother showed me one of the fathers.

In the name of the car samosir Motor, and the two-wheeled motor that we usually know it is called a car, so in samosir in the village of Nettania.

“I, would like to ride Crete to the Dolok Martahan, can, Bones?"

“Ke Huta Dolok Martahan Far Lae 50 thousand want not? If you want me to transfer.”

“Yes bones, it's okay so much price.”

We agreed, take the train or the motorbike and the other family ride in the car.

Riding the motorbike is actually more fun because along the road to Huta Dolok Martahan our eyes will be spoiled green-green scenery with rice fields along the way. Starting from the beach view up to the top.

Rice plants are still green because we came in March, so he said the season of marbabo(Marbabo: cleaning grass from rice crops) Because in the village of Nettania planting rice only once a year because of the limited water supply and the absence of irrigation that flowed to help the farmers at that time, the, just expect rain from the sky.

our arrival is now month three, the season is marbabo.

There were some mothers who were working on cleaning their rice plants along the road we went through.

Rx king motor ride up towards the village Nettania .

The Rx King motor finally stopped at one of the roadside. The old tree that seemed to be hundreds of years old stood firmly where I stood, the big tree towering towards the entrance to the Nettania house.

The children and parents have just arrived to welcome the arrival of our group.

Seen as well as my Uncle and Aunt, Nettania's parents came to greet us, smiles and laughter emanated from the two old men.

Nettania House next to my grandfather's house, the father of Mami, a simple wooden-walled house, Nettania eight brothers, he was the third child and his sisters were also small. But the fire was again invisible.

Until we enter the Oppung house, Jabu house or traditional house Batak.

The atmosphere of the house has begun to be crowded, children and teenage girls or children Naposo look curious to see the arrival of guests from Jakarta.

After the welcoming event sprinkling rice over the head or tondi as a symbol of strengthening the soul or spirit or thanksgiving because we arrived safely.

After completing the custom of welcoming in the house I have not seen Nettania as well. I wonder what his reaction will be to see me, is he also behaving like a teenage friend like today? they look so good on my handsome face? Will Nettania also be whiny like them? I'm getting curious as to what my future wife really looks like.

I came out of the house to look around and wanted to give news to my beloved Micah who lives in Jakarta, I wanted to let her know that I have arrived in the village.

While walking out looking for a signal, it was seen that the girls who were teenagers were following me.

“Netta at home under bang, would you like to see her?” ask Sina.

“Oh, no, I just want to look around.”

“Come, we just want to see what? the one on the right of our village Sidalu-dalu and on the left it's Huta Raja,” said Wati acted like a Tour Guide, he always explained everything I saw. I just nodded less excited.

The three Netta Friends were cheerful teenage children, as we again sat in Harbangan ni Huta. Suddenly a teenage friend of Nettania's came again, breathless as if running out of a marathon.

“Sin, where's Netta's boyfriend? I just returned from the field plucking yams, not allowed oppung earlier I went to their port manomu-nomu, (Batak language translated into Indonesian)

“This. brother it sis,” Revina boru sinaga pointed at me.

“Holo, introduce my name, Betaria sonata nauli boru Lumban king,” he said excitedly, he's Netta's friend one more, he introduced himself. But the name is long like a railroad.

Of his three friends, he himself is most unique, his hair is as fine as the hair of the Papuans, his people are short and his legs are big like a footballer, he rubs his palms into his clothes, he is very good at his feet, then he thrust it at me.

I smiled and greeted her hand.

“Hai also ito, I'm Nathan.”

“We are four friends of Netta, her school friend, playmate, marbada friend as well,” he said again.

Looking at the mole above the Auntie of the Betaria I thought she must be a parbada.

I wish the four of them would leave me temporarily, give me some time alone, for I have not informed my beloved Micah since this morning.

But the four friends of Nettania kept following me wherever I went, forced to abandon the intention of calling Micah, I was afraid they - they complained to Mami that I called another woman and were afraid of adding more trouble

The four friends of Nettania told me many things about Nettania, seeing the four of them, I could immediately tell that my little Nettania pariban I was going to marry was not much different from the four themes, looks innocent and still a kid .

Nettania Friends: Revina, Wati, Sina and Betaria. The Bethary is the most chatty and the most knowledgable. He also wanted to run around like a child.

“Hadee ... What Nettania will act like is that,” I said in a small speech.

Seriate....