Santri Famiglia's

Celebrations

Cracker dining competition hung with tied hands, racing sacks and egrang, eggplant soccer and climbing pinang—all of it still endures to be a sweetener special day that is only present once a year. The fathers cheered cheerfully. All the valuables at the top of the greasy trunk with a height of five meters had been successfully taken down entirely.

The sound of a remix dangdut music playing with a loudspeaker vibrated the windows. Pure dangdut music that originally presented the ambiguity of the sound of drumming is now like disco music. It was as if the streets of the day were lined with clear skies turning into discotheques with the sun as the light.

Everyone was swaying, kicking enjoying the euphoria. Although there are people who are distracted by that noise, they don't care. A party is a party.

After all this is a village celebration supported by the city government. No citizen would dare to protest even if they were disturbed. Differences of opinion and taste are common. Disagreeing parties must inevitably respect the majority agreement.

Moreover, this is a warning of the precious momentum of the state as well as the nation, there should not be a debate. Today is the seventeenth of August, the independence day of Indonesia. Akbar's concert was held in the area around the village hall to glorify this important day of the past.

Famous singers were brought in to enliven the event. The invitation was no joke. Important local officials were also present at the orgies.

[After this there will be spectacular performances from Ariana and Gedang bands. Don't go anywhere! Follow through until the end of the evening! Enjoy your rest, everyone!]

The announcement from the host echoed up to a radius of hundreds of meters. Some people still stood in front of the stage. They shouted the name of the rising dangdut singer.

"Ariana. Arianna. Ariana!"

The men—tua/young, married/single, widower/jakna mingle into one. At such a time, they no longer thought about each other's status. As for the mothers who were upset with her husband's behavior, in the end pulled the Husband by dragging his ears while dragging forcibly.

The sun is aligned with the human head. The heat can also boil water. However, it did not dampen the spirit of the citizens to follow the series of events.

Many people go back and forth to the stand for the sake of the stand to buy food/drinks, toys, cigarettes and others. Kids prancing around in balloon houses, throwing plastic balls at each other in ball baths. Everyone is completely immersed in their own pleasure.

Food vendors do not want to be outdone by the echoing pop music. They play traditional instruments that have been a mainstay for generations. The cilok seller pressed his small trumpet rubber frontman to make a tolite-tolite sound. The ice cream seller occasionally hit his gong to create a loud sound of barrels. The meatball brother tapped his small bamboo clap to create a tick tik-tik tok sound. The ice merchant played the bowl with a spoon forming a melodious twang sound.

The merchants created their own concerts to invite customers, enriching the melodic treasures on the country's birthdays. In the midst of such frenzy, it seems that there are two sturdy people who are not satisfied with the committee of the event. In the middle of the sea of humans, they gossiped without whispering.

"Pelit is very much in control. Cook, and eat just a little? How can I be full?"

"When it can invite artists at a cost of tens of millions. But the consumption is just cat rice."

"It is our fate that is less fortunate times."

"If only someone sold pecel porters."

Without them noticing, someone was listening to their conversation. The eavesdropper then held one of their hands. The man holding his hand looked over. Apparently the thief heard it was a little boy.

"Sir, are you looking for a pecel shop?" asked the boy who was none other than Sanubari.

Sanubari is fluent in Indonesian. Although everyday he speaks Javanese more often. During school, teachers familiarize students to use Indonesian when the teaching hours take place. So, it can be a pronunciation exercise for students.

"Well, astonishment, huh? So embarrassed." The man smiled.

Sanubari replied with a smile as well and then said, "I know a pecel shop near here. If you want, I can drive you."

"really?"

"Ms." Sanubari. "Let's come with me!" continued.

The two men followed Sanubari. They entered the people's yard, passed the garden next to the house and then jumped over Sanubari's shoulder-height brick fence. From there they walked straight across the street.

"At hand. Here's the stall."

Sanubari led them to a very simple stall. Only a patch of room has no doors with wooden walls forming the letter u. His seat was also lesehan. The wooden boards are lined then called mats. While the roof is just a tarp coated with a pile of woven coconut leaf sandpaper.

"Mongo-monggos!" welcome Sanum who sits behind the food storefront. "Dahar Ten mriki nopo wrapped?" coined.

"Eat here. It's a lot of rice, a complete package," replied one of the men who was directly served by Sanum.

Both men understood Javanese. However, they cannot speak Javanese.

Listening and understanding is easy. Another is by talking. Everyone needs practice to be able to. That's language.

You can write but not necessarily say it. You can say it, but not necessarily write it. Can understand the meaning but not necessarily be able to apply it. Language is a complex thing. It will slowly disappear from memory if it is never used or trained.

"Not only selling in front of the stage? There's a lot of people. Backstage this is how people know if there's a sale" asked the other man.

Because they continue to use Indonesian, Sanum also changed the language so that they can understand more easily. "I don't have the money to rent a place there, sir. I can get a place to sell here I am very grateful."

"Well, instead of free rental fees, yes if you want to sell there?"

Sanum. "I've tried to ask permission but they're asking for a pretty high fee. Boro-boro pay rent, sales capital only mediocre. Fortunately there are friends who are willing to lend this place without the burden of any cost. So, I can sell here."

"But what I hear is that merchants can sell there without being charged a penny."

"Come, Sir. I don't want to think about it. That's none of my business. The important thing is I can scavenge for my son." Sanum handed over the completed order. "Please!"

The first man who ordered it received it. "I sat down first, Dan!"

"OK, Tar!" Dana turned to look at the cadets who went to the table Lesehan.

"Yes, it's a jumbo portion, yeah!"

"Ready, Sir!"

Sanum put three canticles of rice on the plate. He added stir-fry young jackfruit and then three types of boiled vegetables—bayam, jeepang and sprouts next to him. Sprinkled soto sauce on boiled vegetables and rice before pouring sambal pecel. This is what makes Sanum pecel even more delicious.

"So, this kid's mom's son, huh?" The man looked at the direction boy who was now sitting next to Sanum.

"Yes." Yeah." Sanum smile.

"Well, smart also looking for customers for his mother, yes. Nice one!" Dana gave her two thumbs up to Sanubari. "Help your parents, son!"

"certain, Sir. I will not allow my mother to work hard if later I have got a lot of bear work" Sanubari replied.

"Sorry, what side dishes, huh?"

"Tempe fried two equal two pieces only."

Sanum added the side dish mentioned by Dana. The last one he gave a shrimp impun rempeyek. Not to forget cucumber slices are established as a complement.

"Please!"

"Thank you."

Dana sits in front of her partner after the mountain-shelled meal is in hand. Sanum had not been able to sit down, two other people went back into the stall.

"Monggos! Dahar mriki nopo wrapped?"

(Please! Want to eat here or get wrapped up?)

Sanum still faithfully welcomes its Customers with a smile. That is the principle of a seller. Must be a lot of smiling and friendly if you want customers to come and feel at home. Nevertheless, Sanum never felt compelled to do so. Everything he did was sincere.

"Safety tax!" One of the men extended his hand.

"Huh?" Sanum was confused by the man's request.

"Dang payen dodolan nang kene security tax! Ojo nyuwe-nyuweni!"

(Quick pay security tax selling here! Don't prolong my work!)

"Kulo mboten Nate mireng ...."

(I've never heard of ..)

"Here, tase Ndang payen lak ora gelem your trading is not broken!"

(Either, just pay quickly if you don't want your merchandise damaged!)

The rogues are forcing. No matter the shop is empty of customers or not.

"Ngapunten, but Kulo screeching angsal yotro reply sak Niki."

(Sorry, but I haven't got any money yet.)

Sanum was honest. His first customers were Dana and Taruna who were currently eating.

"Alesan tok!"

(That's why!)

The trapper was angry. They ransacked Sanum's wares. Wakul. Rice was also splashed on the ground. Plates dropped. The sound of broken pieces also colored the music that was spinning.

Sanubari was furious to see the behavior of the two drivers. He took a broomstick and beat them.

"Ojo ruined my mamakku's merchandise!"

(Don't ruin my mother's trade!)

"That's-that's it!"

(That's all right!)

One of the gunmen strangled Sanubarri and raised his body. The broom also fell out of hand. The boy closed his eyes in pain. It was like wanting to vomit when his throat was pressed so strongly.

Next, the gunman throws Sanubari. Sanubari's right forehead hit the corner of the storefront. The storefront was smashed into the ground along with Sanubari who fell on him.

"Sanu!"

Sanum approached his son. He wiped the blood that kept flowing from Sanubari's forehead. Sanubari grimaced in pain.