Siti Nurbaya Kasih Tak Until

Episode 15's

The day is about half past seven, the evening is scrambling with twilight, the day is almost gone, the night is almost coming.

The sun, which has done its duty, to give light and heat to the eastern face of the earth, has been sinking for half an hour below the western end of the sky.

Only its trace remains visible, expanding from its former place, upward, as a large fan, which emits a variety of beautiful rays of its color. The star of virility, begins to glow, as a mustika, which shines in the dark.

Bin-, the other pliers, also began to sparkle light, as a diamond on a pin, which was always swayed by a spring.

The birds that soar in the air, and have sought their own nests, will give up their fatigue, for they work hard daily to find sustenance, for their lives, so that they must rest, will gather his strength for the next day.

Only the magpies still heard chirping at the top of the wood, as if to say good-bye to his friends.

Similarly, the rooster, still outside his cage, turned to all the places, as if to know, had entered all the children and his bin into his cage.

But the hen, long in her place, incubating will heat her young. The bat has left its place as well, flying here and there with no sound of its flaps, rushing the catapult that floats everywhere.

Under the wood tree, a beetle sounds, flying in search of its prey. Night butterflies seem to expand their carved wings, soaring up and down, flying lured by nightly flowers.

Clutches also began to squeak, as if people were busy teaching and zikir in surau.

Immediately arise on the east side, from the high mountain top, slowly with no feeling of the way, the beautiful princess of the night, as a new angel descends from heaven.

His coming was accompanied by his nanny's maiden, the stars that surrounded him and represented by some of his great heroes, the clouds and the mega that fenced him.

It means to incarnate it, that it will show its glorious face, to the earth, which it shines with a soft and fresh light.

How happy and sentosanya hearts and feelings of all creatures on the face of the earth, welcome the arrival of this princess of kamariah, so that it is lost their sorrow, because she left her lover, the king of the day.

Very beautiful the round face of the seed, as gilded gold, poured out its silent and clear light, down to the bottom of the wood tree and into the crevices of the stone.

All the servants of God, young old, small, who first seek their mattresses and mattresses, will let go of their fatigue, because of the battle in the new field of life they have made, are drawn back to the outside, for wanting to feel the pleasure and solicitude that the princess is giving tonight.

Children who usually have been languishing in bed, go out playing games, chasing and singing in the lonely and stray night.

In front of the house, many people sit in conversation with their children and wives or friends of acquaintances, talking about things that have gone before or something that will come.

On the waterfront of the town of Padang, shadowed over a few benches as people sat nearby, talking slowly over the land. Who are they, who have deliberately sought this silent place, as fear of being disturbed?

That is the fun and masyuknya, who is releasing the thirst of love berahinya.

They have no recollection of themselves and no indication of all that surrounds them; for it is not for him a being upon this world, other than the two of them. And verily, they were the happiest and the most honest men of that time.

Surrounded by a glorious light, sung by a roaring gate breaking on the shore, hidden in a desolate place, free from all crowds, sight and hearing, and, indeed they can feel the full enjoyment of romance.

On the road, there was a car; the train was pulled by a large horse, slowly wandering around.

On the side of the road covered with shady trees, it appears that some Westerners, walking hand-holds with his wife, will take a good breath.

However, if the two are engrossed and absorbed, one with the other, all the pleasures and preferences are lost, replaced with sorrow and sadness, which break the heart.

Everything that at that time added joy and pleasure, such as a quiet place, beautiful moonlight, waves that break in the sand of the beach, the breeze that blows, all of them will be reversed adding to the longing for revenge, which is accompanied by great sadness and grief.

Similarly, for trade far away in the region of people, they often bring heartache and desire for vengeance that is immeasurable; because they are reminded of the homeland, the household, the hometown, the village, mothers, relatives, families, gentlemen and tolan, who have long escaped from the eyes, but never lost from the heart.

Especially if you remember that God alone knows the profit of man, even if you trace back the edge of the land, you get stuck in the region of people, as a slogan:

Gagging hands on a chop, hands on,

rubbed with sponges.

Either turn around or not,

either lost in the people's territory.

Rarely flowering leman sites,

the Padang people to the island.

People camped together, shaking hands,

trade count bay region.

The longer, the more night, and the moon was floating more and more high. The children who were playing with cheers earlier, was no longer heard his voice, because it had been covered in bed for a long time.

The one who sat talking in his house was not seen; each one had entered his house. On the big road, the bendi-bendi had started to be less, and people were almost no more.

Not long after that quiet quiet down the crowded highway. Only a friend of the guards, who wore all black, still seemed to walk slowly with no conversation, so that their condition was not known to criminals.

The bustling city had become silent, as a state that people had left behind. All sleeping.

Only on a high wooden peak, there was still a moment of the sound of the rumpuks, who were longing for the moon, poking between nothing, as if wailing sorrowfully, weeping, sobbing with his voice dashed.

Hi Back! Why do you long that way, while looking unceasingly at the high moon? What makes your heart sad, and what does it mean?

"O moon, O my soul, the heart of my heart, the light of my eyes! When have you come down to this world, to see me, who has longed for vengeance?

When did you fall to the earth, upon my lap, to heal the wound of my heart, which had been pierced by the lustful arrow, which you had released from its bow into my breast?

Have you not mercy and mercy, seeing me always wooing on this wooden top, longing for you with no heed to the agitation and tiredness, rain and wetness? Till your heart, see me as a mushroom drunk.

As for my intention of flying to get you, I will crave this despicable me to you if I have pity on you, but what is my day? My feeble wings cannot carry me higher than this tree:

White blossoming amethyst flower,

dead oysters by the beach.

I mean to hug the mountain,

what power the hand does not reach.

Ouch, ouch! When can I convey this desire of my heart?

For when it is day, when your husband king Samsu has come, radiating his sharp radiance to all the corners of the universe, I must flee into the dark, lest my eyes be blinded by your husband's arrow."

As this Backbird wailed, wept, wooed on the top of the wood, longed for the moon high above the blue sky, so sat a young woman, cloudy-minded-looking, in the window of a house in the village Belantung in the city of Padang; is as a man who is longing for his lover, who is far from his eyes.

If you look at it, this woman is a widow who is still a teenager about seven or eighteen years old. Apparently beautiful, her body is weak and her skin is yellow.

Her black hair again curls it, falling coiled around her forehead, as the girl's hair wakes up. The great bun hung like it was unraveling on its nape.

His soft eyes the scene was pondering incessantly, the moon, which was almost shrouded in mega, above the sky.

In the tears of his face was clearly seen, he was very sorrowful, for from his red eyes, fell scattered to the ground, his tears were soaked on his cheeks, as the pearl of the author's break.

His white yellow hands, decorated with golden serpent-suspecting bracelets, were evidently visible, as his silk sleeves receded downwards, not tired of propping up his chin, which as the bees depended.

Who is this young woman? What is the reason that he mourns so much and why does he always look upon the moon high above the heavens, as it is there that makes his heart sorrow?

"It's my beloved that I love so much! Is it finally me?

For since I have left, it is my thing as a man who is not alive anymore and is that this world has become very narrow, no greater than you standing alone, where I depend:

If this is the rice, then,

certainly to the west fell the fruit.

If this is the heart, then,

of course the body eventually.

If this is the dragon, then,

living wood eaten by fire.

If this is how it feels, then,

the living body feels dead.

Straight road to Payakumbuh,

leaded teak wood road.

Whose heart is not broken,

daddy dead lover walking.

The son of Judah sat down to make up,

the poem is written in the evening:

It is hard to live one, one,

to defy the high heavens.

If 'dn't know in Cape King,

overnight in Pulai village,

homecoming to Merangin,

Cerana Nanggung in Supayang.

If 'don't know my luck,

look at the flower petals, bulai,

if it breaks in the wind,

I don't know where to fly.

O heart of my heart, light of my eyes! Is it not until your heart has left me alone with this unfortunate fate of mine? If noon is nothing else I think of, but you and my wretched strands. The other work could not, because my mind was always floating.

Although my body is here, my life is not far from yours. Your face is always in my eyes. Let alone work, while eating and drinking do not want, because rice is eaten chaff taste, water is drunk thorn taste.

There is nothing else I do every day, but sit up with my chin supported, looking with no decision at things I have not seen. Here, look! How long have I sat like this, I know nothing.

I always looked at the moon far above the sky, because it was the one that could connect the view of us both. If you also look at the moon, there will be our sight there. Ohuhai!

How good is it, if the moon can also connect our words and feelings! When it is night, I cannot close my eyes even for a moment, for your shadow stands before me. Your voice sounded in my ears, ciunvnu felt on my cheeks.

Even though I have fallen asleep, tired of my mind and body, I often wake up again, because I dream of you. Ooh!

As what it feels like to have you come to me, to comfort my disappointed heart with meek words, and to embrace and kiss me, will make your merciful heart look upon me.

Then all the distress and sorrow of the destitute that seduces my mind. But, oh God!

When it came to me and remembered, that it was a game of books and real by me, that I was still in my bed, lying alone, lying alone, accompanied only by my bolsters and pillows, heartbroken and heartbroken.

My tears poured down my pillow and my bed and my eyes could no longer close.

When the cock crowed everywhere, I was surprised, for I heard it as your voice, calling me from afar.

The roaring sound of the waves breaking on the shore, as a reminder to me, that my beloved is far beyond the deep sea, beyond the high mountain. My chest feels split, my heart strap feels broken.

So I bowed down, pressed my chest against the pillow, would endure the pain that sliced my heart, so that sometimes I fainted, without self-expression. Twelve hours, twelve years, for long awaits the day.

When dawn breaks on the east side and the birds cry on the branches of wood, the address of the day will be day, wake me up alone, come out slowly, so as not to trouble people.

Although the limit was still dark and cold, I washed my face, in shame, when it became known to my people, looking at my swollen and red eyes: and: But even the cold air and the foggy dew could not refresh my body and calm my mind, but increased my heart's sorrow, for there was real right by me my bad thread, desolate from the creatures that can treat my illness.

Even during the day there is much work to be done, but the wounds of my heart cannot be offered by work. And when night falls, this great sickness comes again, multiplied hard, seduces me.

O poor fate, when will you release me from your confinement?

Then there were tears of this woman, flowing down her cheeks, which were adorned by a black mole.

"For you, my beloved, since you are in a great land, your troubles will be nothing, for many can enter your hearts.

But I who am in the land of Padang, confined in a small house, where I lay this poor me, not a thousand, not a kinsman, or a friend of acquaintance, who 'can you cover my heart? None.

Oh, my God, my God! Why is your servant being tortured in this way? What is my fault, then there is no forgiveness and forgiveness, so as to escape the torment of this world, for it is not possible for Your servant to endure this torment.

If I cannot escape this affliction, my body and my life will be spared from this mortal land.

But if I shall not be forgiven again, it is best to have my life divorced from my body, for I have suffered no further torment:

O Allah, O Rabbana,

Is there no abject servant love?

To endure what torment is to,

Let it drift everywhere.

Some time I got injured,

From disaster not lost,

No one is friendly.

Why is it so fortunate to be destitute?

Like a western wave,

One not to love and desire, but,

Where do lovers lose the implied?

Is this my fault?

Then there is this torment,

A living body feels mortal, though,

No one has any pity.

Since my father came home, my,

Temptation comes over and over again,

Some time heartbroken,

Fortunately, the lucky one became poor.

Left by his father, his mother,

Lover walks like a forget,

It's been unfortunate to be papa, though,

Full of all the misery of Nestapa.

Why is the fate of this servant?

The torment of the torment is not restrained,

If not for my life, then,

Let the body be broken and fati.

Oh mother, oh father!

Why leave ananda?

No pity in the chest,

Seeing the gunda-hearted orphan.

Why leave your own child?

Ordinary day-to-day care, though,

Pain as a thorn, thorn,

Where is the drug to be found?"

So the tears of this woman fell with no taste.

When the rooster was heard, for it was two o'clock in the night, and the sorrow of his heart increased, and he cupped to the window, crying bitterly, because he remembered his poor fate; already orphaned, also got some very great misery.

While he was crying like that, suddenly felt his shoulder held by someone from behind and heard a soft voice, he said, "Nur, have you not slept? The day has been far away the night; the bells have rung twice."

But this question could not be answered by Sitti Nurbaya, who was crying, realizing fortunately, in the world of her cousin Sitti Alimah, in the village of Belantung.

"On my side you have slept, for you have gone into your room. If I knew you were still awake, my neighbor would come with you here."

This word also can not be echoed by Nurbaya because he has not been able to make his voice, because his heart is too sad arrlat.

"Close this window, Nur, so that you may not get sick! Feel the wind coming in!" Then Alimah held Nurbaya's hand slowly, lifting her up and leading her to her bed.

After Nurbaya was seated, who, as unconscious as she was, in her bed, she closed the window where Nurbaya was sitting crying.

When he was surprised he was very very, because he looked under the window, as if someone wearing black, hiding. He would scream, afraid that the man might force him to open the window again.

If so, what is the power, because at that time men were not in the house. Therefore, with the goopoh-gopoh locked the window of the uni, then he went to get the Nurbaya, who was sitting in a row, looking at the picture of Samsulbahri, who was in his medallion.

Then he sat down at the side of Nurbaya, holding his left hand, while his other hand rubbed his sister's hair, saying slowly, "Nur, do not do your part right! Patience slightly! Do you not feel sorry for yourself?

Behold, your body is thin, your face is pale, and your eyes are swollen, for weeping daily grieve. What will you become, if always cloudy, as this?"

Even though the Qur'an spoke these words, his mind was still on the man whom he had seen under the window. Who is this man and what he means there, he could not think of it. So his heart was raised, so as not to be real afraid of him by Nurbaya.

"Lim, your words are very true" said the new Nurbaya, who was able to speak, with sadness and despair. "I thank you so much, for the later of your heart, for helping this sorrowing me.

In my case, you alone are faithful to me; labor to lead me, that I may not go astray on the wrong path. You are the one who is still relaxing my heart and you are the one who is still willing to give me good advice.

Therefore, for me at this time, you are also the one who replaced my parents."

When he spoke these two last words, his tears welled up and he wept, "Oh my Mothers whom I love! Until Father-mother's heart left Ananda alone, with this unfortunate fate'.

What is the reason that no one is brought together to escape Ananda from this torment which has not been suffered."

"Nur, my sweet brother!" said Sitti Alimah, who is very love and affection to Nurbaya. "That's not a sign you love your parents. You know, they are walking, going the hard way, will find their Lord.

If you call and you cry too, they will surely be restrained in their journey.

Never mind, do not call the departed jupyang! Brighten your hearts and pray to God, easily save them in the grave!"

After a while, Nurbaya said, "Lim, your kindness I can not repay, but I ask God Almighty for day and night, may the grace and womb be bestowed upon you, multiplied by you, that thou mayest be saved and the pleasures of the Hereafter."

"Nur, don't say that!" answer Alima, "for my work, you need not thank me, for I did so, not because I expected something from you in retaliation, but only because I love you so much and so much.

Understand, I am also you, no brother, but a single life. Therefore to my feelings, you are my sister the afterlife, where I depend, where I attach myself and give up my fate, which is far from good.

Moreover, I must help you in all things. If there's no me, who else?" sitti Alimah said, while massaging the hair and hands of Nurbaya.

"That is why all your counsel I will obey, I put it in my heart, and that is why I always seek the strength of effort, lest I discourage you. But what is my day, Lim?

Although I poured out my heart, though I tried to remove the memories that teased my mind could not be: the more forgotten the more remembered, the more distant the closer, the more removed the more coming.

Breaking my hope, will be able to please my heart," said Nurbaya with tears, hugging Alimah.

By Alimah also hugged his sister and kissed her cheek, saying sweetly his voice, "Then, do not despair, but multiply also patiently and trustfully to Seru Sekalian Alam, because God is loving.

Doesn't everything happen of his will? Cuisine without meeting you with your lover and not conveying the desire that you aspire to slang and that night? Cuisine always raining with no change of heat'?

Perhaps at this time, you may have the desire of your heart; therefore be patient!"

"Indeed, Lim; in the beginning was my mind. It is with hope that I spread this vulnerable heart. But for whatever reason, I knew nothing; the hope grew less and less, and at last it broke.

Each one of me thought, as you said, as there was also a voice that arose in my heart, saying, My hope will be in vain, for in this world will not be given by the Lord of my ideals, nor will He grant my request, though deep desire is rooted in my heart.

Ouch, Lim! If you knew how hard it would be for me to leave this world with such hope, it would be no wonder you, seeing my haiku as this.

Not that I am afraid of death, not that I love my life, but it is special because there are my mothers waiting for me. But...how will my possession be, after my death?" "Nur, your mind is wrong. Is impossible...! Ah, I can't justify it!

Thou cuisine.." These words cannot be carried out by the Alimah, for fear, lest it be true. Especially because it was clearly visible to him the despair that was imagined on his sister's face.

Therefore try to remove these concerns by persuading Nurbaya also, "If you think so, surely because you are sick, so that your mind is not fixed.

You should do your best to try yourself with great effort, so that your mind becomes good again. If not, your sickness will grow stronger. And remember, that your body and your life at this time are not your own anymore.

because two other people, Samsu and I, have dropped their affection for you. If anything happens to you, we will both be sad and sad.

Therefore, if you really love Samsu and love me, take good care of yourself, so as not to get something. If you're wasting yourself, it's a sign that you have no love for Samsu and no love for me."

"I don't love you and I don't love Samsu?" nurbaya asked, raising her head. "It is only God who knows my heart to you both.

But really, Lim, I cannot tell you why this feeling that decides hope, has been lodged in my heart for so long, overpowering the hope that you give.

In my mind, you best show me a way, so that I may meet him again. When I have met him, let it happen to me, what it wants. I was about to see his face once more, about to hear his voice once more.

I was about to see for myself in the water of his face, how his heart is to me now. I was about to hear for myself and his mouth, how he felt for me, ever since he was cast out by his father.

Perhaps he no longer loved me or he was angry with me and regretted his actions." said Nurbaya also. while closing her face, to hold back her tears that came out, then cupped to Alimah.

Alima immediately raised the head of the Nurbaya slowly, and swept her tears with a set of silk, saying, "What do you say, Nur?

You said once that he loved you very much, and you almost every Friday get a letter from him, expressing his love and affection for you. How much can you think like this?"

"Ah Lim, the letter can be made up. Even the ones without meaning can be written. The sound of letters is not always the sound of words, which arise from the heart. If it is true that he still loves me, the cooking left me, left me with my fate like this?

He walked without telling me. Indeed, the man's mouth is sweet, but his heart is rarely straight" replied Nurbaya.

"Nur, remember yourself! Do not resist the temptation of Satan! You are sick, very sick. That's why your mind is not fixed.

Will Samsu, though you know his heart better than mine, but I do not believe it, even dare to bear, that he is not a man who changes promises or is heartless, unless one is a straight, loyal, trustworthy, loving, loving and patient.

His love for you is not a lie, because since childhood he loved and cared for you. Why change your heart to him?

It is not that I want to win him, for he is not my family, and you are my beloved brother. Even so, your conjecture cannot be justified. Is it wrong, then to exchange your thoughts to him, Nur?

How sad would his heart be if he knew your mind!"

"Yes, Lim" said Nurbaya, holding and kissing her brother's hand, as her tears flowed back. "That's your mind; indeed I am sick and my mind is not in need. Indeed, I should not think so, because there has been no fault of Samsu, which is real to me.

Yeah, I don't think it's right. Maui and geez, Lim, it's your wretched brother's fault!

To you I apologize and forgive a lot, Sam, for the words and my suspicions," said Nurbaya, looking at the portrait of Samsulbahri, who was in the medal. Then he kissed and put the picture on his chest.

"I accuse you, for your deeds, which you certainly have not done; I punish you, without sin. But do not be discouraged, for I am sick; I do not know what I am doing.

If my disease is not treated with the cure, it will certainly not be cured. Therefore, give me the mustajab medicine so that I can be good again.

If you do not offer me soon, I will not be able to live long on this world and in vain you mean, to defend me.

And thou, Lim, my second mothers. Show you a way, that I may escape from the hell of the world!"

"Nur" answered Alima, "the way will heal your heart's wounds, it's easy to be right. Are there not many ships in the sea that can bring you together with him?"

After a moment of thought, Nurbaya said, "It is true that you said; for he certainly will not come again to this Padang because this country may have been blackened."

"If so, it is you who must go to him" replied Alima. "Are you afraid to sail alone to Jakarta? The one who will take you there, can be sought.

Mr. Ali who was very in love with Samsu, reportedly stopped being his father's coachman, because he was sad, his young Engku was expelled by his father. He will take you to Jakarta."

"I am not afraid," said Nurbaya, "even though I dare to go to the sea of fire, if I can meet him. Indeed, I have also thought about this, because only in this way can I get my point.

But I thought, if I had gotten there, what would I have done? Because you understand, he is still a student, not yet paid. Although he likes to accept me, with what we will live, for we are good, in the great land!"

"But in my mind, if he really loves you, there must also be some sense to him, to be able to live alone with you. The cuisine of a man, who is quite his pandian as Samsu, cannot find a good ruse, in the great land!"

"Indeed, he sent me a letter, telling me to go to Jakarta, because he felt sorry for me and was worried that I was killing myself.

He meant to leave school and find a job, so we could live together. But is it good, if I sort this out? Do I draw him from a lesson that can bring him great rank and salary later?

Ah, if I am rich, I think nothing of it; of course I will immediately justify this thought and I will not give it work, in order to have pleasure, above all that of the king. But what to say...?" nurbaya wiped away her tears.

"Even if you are not rich, as long as I am able, of course everything I mean is conveyed. However, for we are not property that has buildings on land, ships on the sea, in my mind there is no other way, than to justify that thought.

If both of you are lucky to be good, you will certainly get that pleasure and wealth."

After thinking straight, said Nurbaya, while complaining, "Yes, indeed, there is no other way. Well, I'm going to take your mind and that thought.

Where is shopping from?" "You pawned your things that you didn't have to wear and you sold half of my things" Alimah said.

"You are more than my siblings" said Nurbaya, kissing Alima on her cheek.

"So, do you really mean to leave?" ask Alimah. "And when you are going?"

"Saptu Day is coming. But this secret do not open first, Lim, before I am safe in Java, so as not to get any help. If your parents knew what I meant, it wouldn't have allowed me to go alone."

"That's not it, unless it's Mr. Ali, who brought you in" replied Alima. "Now is your mind gone?"

"It is." replied Nurbaya.

"Will you promise, will you not be pensive, cloudy anymore or cry bitterly?" ask Alullah.

The question was not answered by Nurbaya but she embraced and kissed Alima, saying, "You are an angel, who always helps me in all my troubles."

"Well, now sleep with pleasure, for it is half-four in the morning! Let me sleep here with you.

Otherwise, you will cry, for some days are too long for you" said Alimah, jokingly to her sister, and laying herself on the bed, and bringing Nurbaya to sleep. "Now embrace me and suppose I am Samsu and dream it!"

Nurbaya did not deny his brother's fondness except with a smile and eyes that were still wet, kissed Alimah, and then lay down.

No matter how long after that, Nurbaya fell asleep in the arms of Alimah. So the face of Nurbaya was seen by Alimah for a while and it was evident to him, that in the face of his sister, still imagined sorrow, but accompanied by hope.

When he was about to close his eyes, he heard the sound of footsteps coming out from under his house. Then his heart thumped, because it remembered also the shadows he saw, when it would close the window of the room earlier.

But in a moment, silence was there.

Nevertheless, it was to dawn that Alima fell asleep, afraid and astonished at the thought of the man she had seen.