RANTAU (Village Girls Enter the City)

Chapter 1

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In the interior of South Sulawesi, precisely in a remote village, very remote from the hustle and bustle of the district of J. Houses are far away from each other, unlike homes in big city cities that are so crowded with buildings, HE SAID. because I've never seen it in person how does a metropolitan city look like?.

This is my life, here in a quiet village far from the word crowds let alone luxury, I was born in a poor family, he said, even very less in terms of economy but I am happy at least my family is so warm and loving to me.

""Mother...."" I shouted to call my mother with the typical dialect of the area where I was.

I'm 18 years old right now, and even today I just graduated in high school, even though our economy was lacking but the mother was very concerned about my future, he sent his son so diligently. He was my hero, a peerless hero, my mother also played the role of father to me and my brother because we were orphans from the moment I sat in the Elementary School.

Mentari Putri Batara, my name.I was looking for the figure of the mother while shouting....

""Mac.omaleee...Mak, Mentari minroma, ngerang kabara gaga' "" I shouted with a distinctive dialect of my tribe's language, Jeneponto.

does anyone know the meaning of my speech, its meaning is....

"" mother.oh mother..mom, Mentari has come home, bring good news.""

The mother I called out came out of the kitchen with shabby clothes and a sarong wrapped around her waist, as if it were her skirt.sadly she saw it, she was sad, but this is our situation that is very less capable.

""Teoko accarioki, Amma nu inne gaga inje tolingku, tenapa naku togeang. What kabara ?"" Said the mother in her subtle tone. (Don't shout, your mother is still good hearing, hasn't pulled out the congee.what's the news?)

I cry like an ambassador of yellow odol changed instantly to white kinclong hear my mother's words. Mother only understands the language of the region so every day if at home I also use the language of our region. So did I, my Indonesian language is still a plpotan between the indo language and regional dialect mixed.

I also gave the chocolate map to my mother, but she immediately put it on a table made of special plastic.

As soon as I understood the condition of the mother who had never eaten a school chair, I quickly read out the contents of the map that contained me graduating with the best grades, and there was a recommendation for me, he said, studying outside the area.

the mother just shook her head sadly, instead of being happy to hear her son graduate and about to get into the best university in our area, the mother threw away her heavy breath.

""Mak nu is proud son, erokja I'm surehko further, but Mak nu tena doena."" (your mother is proud son, I would like to tell you to continue, but I don't have money.)

my mother said with teary eyes, sad, I understand the circumstances of our lives that are not supportive.

""teaki ngarruki Mak, Tena nangapa, nakke Tena I continue to lecture "" (don't cry ma'am, I'm fine, don't continue college.)

I throw a soothing smile at my mother, so she doesn't feel guilty, but I'm proud to have a mother who is so tough for me and my sister.

He worked his own rice fields every day without a man's intervention, sweating out sweat after sweat under the hot sun just to find a bite of rice for us, sometimes I accidentally wake up in the middle of the night just to stare warmly at the face of fine wrinkles and slightly burned by the scorching sun because he did not have a day without hot in the rice fields.

""What nupare ri balla punna tena nu further ?""

I grinned as mom asked 'what would you do at home if you didn't continue your education?'

I quickly realized that I was going to work hard to earn money so that mom could relax at home without having to bet on the hot sun, Mentari will fight against the sun for mother because my name is sun has determination like the sun that shines on the earth while Mentari will pivot shining on mother and sister.

""Before ko got a job, go mako first take care of ki bebea.""

The voice of my beautiful female Kaka named-Senja Putri Batara was heard to give an edict from behind the new up the stairs made of wood because our house is modeled house stage that there is no word worthy, being hit by strong winds will definitely be destroyed.

I nodded obediently. ""Bembe, I am coming."" (Goat, I'm coming.) I said with my regional accent.

I was told to shepherd goats by my Kaka, which is a job I can help, every day after school my job is only to herd goats in the meadow, eeeeitss..the grassland of our village is lhooo..luaaaaaaas.can to build an airport, that's my village, still Asri untouched by people who hunt for a place to be made his own profit.

I have been in the meadow which is quite far from home, the heat is not felt when the sun is again on the head of Mentari (I). The cool, peaceful and calm I felt in this place, the place where I spent my childhood as a goat herder with my fellow shepherds.

But the friend I mean somewhere at this time, goat and the man has not been seen the trunk of his nose.

""Mr.mbeeek..""

""Okaraeng..bembe ku na manami."" (oh god.

I was excited and panicked, how not to panic, the goat was not looking good either.

Mbeee..mbeee...

The goat shouted, If only man might he scream.Please, toloooong.

I panicked when I saw in Va**na the goat had the tip of a little goat's head already visible.

""How come this noodle, I can't help you, bembe, nakke tiayi shaman beranak.."" (oah, I'm not a child shaman.)

""Woillii...Mentarii, huh,? what's nupare?."" ( hey... Mentari ? what are you doing?)

The voice was the voice of my friend, his name was Jum the same age as me, he just came with five goats.

""Jum, help me, I'm breathing I nicknamed anakna."" (Jum, help me, my goat will bring out his son.)

I was so panicked, excited, while pitying to see my goat was betting my life to give birth to her child, the goat's eyes were seen crying withstanding the pain in the intimate part.

I thought for a moment, was it so that the sacrifice of my mother that brought me into this world, full of sacrifices and pain so great. Thank God I pinned it on you, God, has given me a mother who is so tough in terms of things.

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this is the story of the village girl from outside the island of Java, the language of the region must be very foreign to your ears, our cultural tribe is Ok, so many languages and cultures are implied in it.

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