Siti Nurbaya Kasih Tak Until

Episode 1's

At about one o'clock in the afternoon, two young people appeared, hiding under a shady catapult tree, in front of the Dutch school Pasar Ambacang in Padang, it was as if they were about to protect themselves from the heat radiating from above and rising from the ground, like boiling water vapor.

One of these young people, was a boy, who was about 18 years old. Her clothes were a white cap coat and black shorts, which were buttoned at the ends.

The shoes are high black shoes, which are connected to the top with a black silk shirt and tied with a rubber t-shirt bond on the calf. The hat is a white grass hat, commonly worn by the Dutch.

In his left hand were several books with a map of the earth and with his right hand held a belebas, which he struck into his calf.

If viewed from afar, it would be expected, this young man is a Dutch boy, who wants to go home from school. But when viewed up close, in fact he is not a European; because his skin is yellow as a skin, his hair and eyes are black as a loincloth.

Under his broad and high forehead, his eyebrows appear thick and black as well. His nose is sharp and his mouth is smooth. The body is medium, not fat and not thin, but firm.

On his clear and calm face, shaded, that he was a straight man, but hard of heart; indisputable, something of his purpose.

Judging from his clothes and school house, he was the real son of a capable and orderly mannequin declared he was the son of a high-born man.

This young boy's friend, was a girl who was about 15 years old. This girl's clothes are also Dutch children's clothes. His hair was black and thick, he woven it and tied it with silk thread, and he gave it a black band at the end.

Her dress (female clothes) is made of batis cloth, which develops pink. Shoes and shirts, chocolate wine.

With his left hand held a slate and a box containing a stone child, pencil, pen, etc.; and in his right hand was a light yellow silk umbrella, the flowering and green fringes.

How beautiful is this virgin child, while standing like that! As if a vulnerable trade, which loves something, which is not easily obtained.

His cheeks as a floating pauh, which is reddish in color due to the shadow of his shirt and umbrella, redder apparently, exposed to the heat of the sun. When he laughs, concave both cheeks, adding sweetness apparently; special also because on his left cheek there is a black mole.

Her eyes were calm and gentle, as the new widow woke up. Her nose was pointed, as a flower was stretched out, her lips were smooth, as a pomegranate branched, and between the two lips were visible her teeth, tightly lined, as two rows of white ivory.

His chin as a bee hangs, and on both sides of his ear lobe appears a silver cross, which is said to be a large diamond, which emits the light of dewwater.

On its level neck, hanging on a fine golden runjai, a careful dokoh, which was said to be a pomegranate gem. If he drinks, it is as if the water he drinks is in his throat.

His voice was meek, like a reed of longing, giving a voice to those who heard it. Her chest is field, her waist is slender. His arms were wrapped around serpentine bracelets, which were said to be a few diamonds that glowed.

On the ring finger of his delicate left hand, there appeared to be a pearl ring, the large of his eyes. His legs are good figure and the road is weak.

According to the body, the color of the skin and jewelry of this girl, in fact she is the nation of the country's children there; the son of a rich man or a high-ranking person.

Whoever looks at it cannot but be attracted by a secret rope, which binds the heart, and if he hears the voice, he is far from work.

All people think that this child, if he has reached his age, will surely become a flower, the flower of the city of Padang, which smells everywhere, make the fun of all the beetles and butterflies that are there.

"Why is Mr Ali late today? Is he getting us?" thus asked the boy earlier to his female friend, while looking at the road leading to the Javanese village market.

"Yes, usually before one o'clock he's been here. Now, try to see! The clock in the phone office was already almost two and a half," replied the girl by his side.

"Don't fall asleep, sleepy; for last night he asked my father for permission, went to watch the horse-drawn carousels. If this were true, it would be a mistake for my father" said the boy, angry.

"Ah, not Sam. Have mercy on the old man! Because he hasn't only been working for two days with your father, but he's been for years. And in all that time, he has done nothing wrong.

How does it feel, if we ourselves are that old, to still be scolded as well? On my trump, there must be nothing against him. Don't get into an accident in the middle of the road. Poor that old man!

We better walk slowly, go home; perhaps in the middle of the road we meet him later," the girl said as she opened her silk umbrella and walked slowly outside the schoolhouse.

"Yes, but I'd rather ride a bendi than walk, go home, because I'm so tired and it's so hot.

Look at your face, it's red as a water guava, it's hot in the sun!" the boy replied, as if scowling, but he followed his friend.

"It's a hot day, but that's okay. You see for yourself, I have an umbrella that we can wear together. This red face of mine is not because of the heat alone, but it has been red since school."

"Whatwhy? Perhaps you were scolded by your teacher" asked Sam, thus the name of the boy, looking at his friend.

"Not so, Sam, just ... O, that's Mr. Ali coming!"

No matter how long later, stop in front of this young boy a hitch pulled by a Batak horse. Apparently this horse has been used for a long time, because his body is wet with sweat.

On top of this bendi sat a coachman, who was about 45 years old, but his body was still strong. In his face water, it was evident that he was a righteous and good man, even though he was no longer a teenager.

"Sir Ali, why are you late to come and pick us up? Did you know that it is already half two?

For half an hour we had to stand under the catapult tree, as a chick left by its mother," Sam said as if angry, as he approached the stopped hut.

"My young*), don't be angry! Not intentionally late. As usual, half one had been the servant of this bendi, to fetch Engku the Younger.

But Engku Penghulu**) told the servant to go for a while to pick up my Datuk Meringgih, because there is something, to talk about. Coincidentally Engku Datuk was not in his shop, so I had to go to Rana, looking for him at his house.

That is why it is too late for me to come" replied the old coachman patiently.

"Hm ... Come Nur, go up, so that we may get home soon, for my stomach has cried out for food" said Sam.

*) A call to the child of a person of rank in Padang

**) The name of the rank in Padang, which is almost the same as Vedana in Java

The two young people then climbed on the clothes of Pak Ali and immediately ran the very agile Batak horse, pulled his young master, returned to his home in Kampung Jawa Dalam.

After a long period of jointing, the boy said, "Nur, have not told me, why your face is red."

"O, yeah, Sam. I was given a count by Mrs Van der Stier, about a short-needle and long-needle journey, at one hour. Two or three times I looked for the count, until my head was dizzy, I couldn't. How does such a count work?"

"How's that going?" ask Sam.

"Thus" answered Nur. "At 12, the needle is short and the needle is long. At what time did the two hours coincide, after that?"

"Ah, this kind of count, is almost the same as the count that I have given you," replied the Sam, "that is, about the journey of the man who walks and rides on a horse.

What you should especially know on such a count, is the distance from the number XII to the number XII, on the clock if the circle is opened and made into a straight line. How many?"

Si Nur fell silent, as he thought.

"Look. Try to lend me your slate!" sam said, taking Nur's slate and making a long line on it.

A moment later Nur replied, "60 minutes."

"True, 60 minutes or 60 meters or 60 pal, they're just names. The length of 60 minutes between two numbers XII in the hour, we can equate to the length of the road that is 60 Km, between two countries, for example between the states of P and M.

Now which is faster, the path of the long needle or the short needle?" ask Sam anyway.

"It's a long needle, of course" replied Nur.

"Well, the long needle is the A, which rides the horse from P to M, and the short needle the B, which goes from P to N" said the Sam. "Now what is the speed of the two needles?"

"Long serum 60 minutes an hour and short needles 5 minutes" replied Nur.

"So how different is the journey of the two needles in an hour?"

"Well, tell them both to go! The A from P to M, and the B from P to N" Sam said.

"O, yeah, right, right!" nur said, "now understand me."

"Yes, if you know the secret of the count, it's easy to find it, right?"

"really. Thank you, Sam!" said the girl while looking ahead. "Hi, with nothing known, we have reached home."

When it stops the bendi earlier in the face of a wooden house, white-painted and roofed precarious, which is decorated as a Dutch house. The girl got off the vehicle of Mr. Ali and was about to enter the house.

"O yes, Nur, wait a minute" said the Sam. "Almost forgot me. So, when I went out to play, I had made a deal with the Arifm and the Bakhtiar, I would go tomorrow to Mount Padang, playing around looking for the Keling guava, because Sunday did you follow?"

"Of course you like it, Sam," replied the Nur cheerfully. "But I have to ask my father for permission first. If I can, I'll tell you later."

"alright. But if you participate, you must bring anything that we can eat together there. Our agreement was, the Arifin brought the water as bright as I brought the bread.

If I may, I would borrow Hendrik's windblown bed, so that I can hunt once, just in case there are birds there."

"Good steps! If I am allowed to follow, then I will think about what I am good at bringing" replied Nur.

"alright. Halloa, Nur!" .

"But, Sam!"

After that the bendi who brought these two young people, entered into the yard of the house of Sam, which was located next to the house entered by the girl earlier.

When the boy reached his house, he saw it in front of his house, a car stopped and his father sat talking to a guest, on the porch.

Before continuing this story, let it be explained first, who are the two young people we have told before, because they are the ones who will often meet with us, in this story.

The boy that was called Sam by his friend earlier, was Samsulbahri, son of Sutan Mahmud Shah, Penghulu in Padang; a person of high rank and nationality. This boy has been sitting in the 7th grade of the Dutch School Market Ambacang.

Because he was a clever child, his teacher asked the Government, so that he could continue his studies at the Java Medical School in Jakarta.

It is not just a clever child, his behavior is good; orderly, polite, and subtle language. After all it is heart-straight and trustworthy.

Although he was apparently a weak child - lem¬but, but if necessary, he was not afraid to test his strength and courage with anyone; especially to defend the weak. In that case, he does not look at the nation or the rank.

That's why he's been so through his friends. If there is no direction, three months to go Samsulbahri to the land of Java, to demand higher knowledge.

His friend whom he called Nur was Sitti Nurbaya, the son of His Majesty Sulaiman, a wealthy merchant in Padang, who had several large shops, a wide garden and several boats at sea, to bring his trade through the sea.

This child is also a girl, who can be said to be blameless, because not only her beautiful appearance, but her behavior and customs, order and courtesy, and kindness, are nothing less than her beauty.

For he is the son of a rich man, and because he is clever and clever, he is liked and loved by his friends. Only his father, not a man of high origin, as Sultan Mahmud Syah, Penghulu who lives next door.

However, this Penghulu and the merchant are not two people who are close friends, but are as siblings. Almost every day the merchant Baginda Sulaiman came to the house of Penghulu Sutan Mahmud Syah.

Otherwise, surely that Penghulu came to this merchant's house. If one has food, he cannot give part of it to his friend. Something that he will do, he discusses first with his side.

Therefore, Samsulbahri and Nurbaya felt no one else, but felt like a thousand and a few both. Special anyway, because they are each single child with no brothers, no brothers.

From childhood, until the time this story began, the two teenagers had never been divorced for a day; it could be said to eat a plate, sleep well.

How will these two young people, when the time comes, Samsulbahri must leave his hometown and his mothers and his debtors? You will be told how hard the divorce is.

It has been said that when Samsulbahri reached his home, his father was conversing with a herbalist, on the porch. This man entered the number of Penghulu's friends as well, because he was often seen eating a drink there.

According to his face and hair that has been white overgrown with gray hair, in fact he is no longer a teenager. However, even though he is old, his body is still perfect, strong and healthy, because he is a capable person.

That is Datuk Meringgih, the famous Padang merchant rich, to other countries. At that time, among the Malay merchants in the field, no one could fight against Datuk Meringgih's wealth.

Almost all the shops and large houses in Pasar Gedang, his. Almost all the land in Padang, written on his behalf. His saucer was hundreds of plates and his garden was hundreds of shoulders. Almost all the boats docked at Muara, in his hands.

All the rattan and resin, as well as other forest products, which came from Painan and the Canal, went into its storage. His dried coconut ships, which he sent to the European continent. Hordes of goods ordered from other countries.

Who does not know his name? Up to Singapore and Melaka, Datuk Meringgih known people. There is no rich European or Chinese, Arab or Keling in Padang, who is not friendly with him.

He also very much found them, especially the high ranking ones. Does it mean to do that? Or because he is a good man? We will know this too.

Even though Datuk Meringgih is a rich man, but he is not a high nation. It is said that when he was young, he was very poor. How can he be so rich, is no one who knows, other than himself.

A trait that is in him, which can add to his wealth, is that he is very very miserly. Sesen money thing, will he feel like killing.

If he wanted to spend his money, he turned it around a few times, as he could not get a divorce with this currency, saying in his heart, "I give this money or not?" Only for one thing is it not good, that is, for women.

How many times he has been married and divorced, is not arguably. In almost every village, there is a child. He could not see a beautiful woman, of course, in her heart.

Even though he had to spend a thousand rupiah, he did not heed it, as long as he meant it. Most of the women who fell into the hands of Datuk Meringgih, solely because of the money it was too. For more than that, there is nothing to look upon him.

Apparently bad, his age is advanced, his clothes and household are dirty, his customs and behavior are rude and cruel, his nation is low, rank and intelligence are there, apart from the cleverness of trading.

But because of the power of money, the high becomes low, the hard becomes soft and the far becomes close. Isn't that money's power? Sure, what is more than money? The world revolves around money. All the money.

"Hi, it's one o'clock!" so said Sutan Mahmud, when he saw his son coming home from school.

"It's half two," replied Datuk Meringgih, after seeing his watch, which was large, which was strung with a twisted ribbon, from the pouch above his shirt.

"So Engku Datuk borrowed the servant 3000 rupiah?" ask Sutan Mahmud.

"Sure," replied Datuk Meringgih with certainty.

"But what will I give to Engku Datuk to be a mainstay?" ask Sutan Mahmud.

"It's okay. Servants believe in my Lord Penghulu, because Tuankn is not new to me. If anyone else, I'm sure I'm asking for bail."

"Not so," said Sutan Mahmud. "Hamba asked a lot of thanks to Engku Datuk, for believing in the servant; but the debt must have a sign. If tomorrow the day after tomorrow the servant dies before the debt is paid, how about?

Therefore, I will send to Engku Datuk, a covenant letter, that this house of servant with his lands, has been mortgaged to Engku for 3000 rupiah."

"Where do you like my Lord; now I ask myself first, for my Master must be hungry" replied Datuk Meringgih. "Didn't my grandfather eat here? ask Sutan Mahmud. "No need, then come," replied Datuk Meringgih anyway, standing up.

They shook hands, and Grandfather Meringgih came down from the top of the house and climbed on his chariot. In a moment, it disappeared from the eyes of Sutan Mahmud.

At that time it seemed that Sutan Mahmud took his breath, as in spite of some danger, and entered his house, saying, "If I could not borrow it, I would have to sell heirloom fields. Thankfully right!

To His Majesty Sulaiman, I do not wish to ask for help. As far as I'm concerned, just in case he doesn't want to be paid back."

When he came into his body, he saw that Samsulbahri had just come out of his room and was wearing a white Chinese shirt and trousers, which he had just worn; a change of his school clothes.

After seeing his father Samsu, his parents approached him, saying, "If you allow me, I will go tomorrow to play to Mount Padang."

"Who?" ask Sutan Mahmud.

"With the Arifin and the Bakhtiar and perhaps also with the Nurbaya" replied Samsu.

"With the Nurbaya?" ask Sutan Mahmud anyway, while thinking. "Alright, but be careful that you take care of yourself and the Nurbaya! Let there be no excuse and do not happen that is indecent."

"Alright, Father," replied Samsu.

In a moment, sat the son and the father, eating at the table with Samsu's mother, who had been sitting waiting for a long time.