Siti Nurbaya Kasih Tak Until

Episode 17's

"Bum, boom!" sounding tabuh. Soon there will be a bang in the breach and the mosque, because the magrib is there, the time people will pray.

Ahmad Maulana and his wife, apparently walked to the prayer mat, then bowed down to the presence of the Lord, two men.

No matter how long later, they finished serving their Lord, that is: but Ahmad Maulana did not immediately stand up from his prayer mat, but continued to recite the prayer, until the time, isya, then pray anyway.

At that time it was seen that Alima and Nurbaya prepared food on the grass mat, which had been covered with white cloth, spread out in the middle of the house.

No matter how much later than that, Ahmad Maulana sat down to eat, facing his wife; while Alimah and Nurbaya, sitting a little from there, as waiting, just in case Ahmad Maulana asked for anything.

"It is sad that my heart saw the benefits of Rapiah earlier. Eighteen years old, he has died. Especially because he left two small children.

The old, the female, the three-year-old and the youngest, the middle two-year-old male" said Ahmad Maulana, spooning vegetables to his plate.

"Yes, pity is right" answered his wife. "Who will take care of these children?" .

"It is this that adds to my heart's sorrow" said Ahmad Maulana, "for none of his people will be able to take and care of this child.

The dead, be it; think no more; perhaps he is glad, because he has escaped from all the torments of the world; but pray with help, that God may also lay him in his grave. But these children who live, how shall they be?

That small, not a thousand anymore."

"Didn't it still exist? Cuisine doesn't mind his kids?" replied Fatimah, istriiriya.

"His father?" ahmad Maulana asked, looking at his wife with a frown. "Uh, the cooking wants him to bear that burden! Hadn't it been customary here, the child went home to mamak.

Nobleman as Sutan Hamzah too, 'will like to organize his son; whereas himself is not taken care of by him! How many children are there in this city of Padang, whom he has not heeded. Especially now, because he seems to be preoccupied with his young wife.

Though he would care for these children, he would certainly increase the affliction of this child; for they would surely be handed over to his stepmother. You know for yourself how much a woman behaves to her stepson. In a hundred, rarely a good man.

Almost upon his death he looked upon his step-son, as his enemy; for his honey-son.

Innocent and ignorant children in the case of their parents, their torment and suffering will release their heartache to their honey who is no longer there and who is often sinless, even persecuted, because her husband was taken away."

Apparently the truth of this word could not be undone by Fatimah; therefore he kept silent and then asked him by turning the course of his conversation, "But what is the pain of the Rapiah?"

"The real pain I don't know. Said half of the people had a fever and the other half was coughing up blood. Some say pain in the body.

Reportedly, ever since she had a fight with her husband, because she was angry, Sutan Hamzah married his new wife, he did not wake up again, until the time of his death, because he hit her husband.

I don't know what's right, I don't know. But this news is not to be told to anyone; if heard by the police, so the case, later.

Not that we can be carried away, but if Sutan Hamzah is condemned, hostile we are with Pengulu Sutan Mahmud. And what will happen to his little son? Mom died, father wasted."

"Feel the mad servant, unlock this secret," replied Fatimah.

When it was seen that Nurbaya stood up, and went into her room, as if to take anything away, but she was eager to hide her tears, which came out, she could not hold, she said, because he remembered his own fate, almost the same as the woman who had just returned home and his son who left him.

After drying her tears, she came out and she saw that her mother had finished eating, and washed her hands.

"Alima, try to get my cigarette out of my shirt!" ahmad Maulana. Alimah immediately stood up to pick up the cigarette and gave it to her father.

"Now eat you!" ahmad Maulana said, while burning his cigarette.

Alimah and Nurbaya go there and eat with Fatimah.

"Actually my mind, in no way agrees with the custom of many wives; for there is more evil than good" said Ahmad Maulana, pensively puffing his cigarette smoke.

"Many of his accidents I've heard and many of his afflictions, which I've seen with my own eyes."

"Yes, but it is customary that we are; how will it be changed? In our religion, no man is forbidden to marry more than one man.

If we are boys, how shameful we are, even if we are not high-born even if our children are only one wife; as people who do not do good to women," replied Fatimah.

"So I don't do to women, because my wife is just you? Are you not ashamed, for your father did not do good to another woman?" ahmad Maulana asked his son, smiling.

Aliniah did not answer her father's question, but bowed in shame.

"His Mak Mudamu's cup, likes the man who has many wives, Nurbaya; therefore, you will spare me another dozen women.

If not, she will ask for divorce papers from me, because of shame, to people, her husband does not do good to women," said Altmad Maulana.

Nurbaya did not dare to answer the banter just smile, because she saw Mak Mudanya scowling.

"Another thing is not good" said Ahmad Maulana; as his smile disappeared from his beer, "the marriage was seen as a business.

In other countries, women are sold to men, which means that men must give money to women; but here, men are bought by women, because of women; and; giving money to men.

Because of such customs, men and women are only connected by the money line . or by the desire for good offspring; once in a while not reciprocated by affection.

That is why the cord of friendship between suarni and the wife is easily broken, so immediately divorced their second. If you have divorced, of course the man married and the woman married kernbali. So many wives and many husbands.

In the West, usually the husband and wife are not connected by a rope of money or property, but mainly by the rope of love and affection.

Therefore, their relationship is closer because of that affection, often without regard to property, nation or rank, After all, they are bound by a faithful covenant one to another; can't divorce, if there's no important reason, so strengthen the relationship."

"Why, then, do we follow the pagan custom" replied Fatimah, washing her hands, because she had finished eating: 'Fatimah:

Alimah and Nurbaya began to lift the remnants of food, then told to wash dishes and bowls, the former place to eat, to the bachelor.

Even though Nurbaya works, but her ears are always installed, she will hear the words of her Young Father, because the fruits of her mind are in accordance with her opinion.

"They are infidels, we say; but they may say, we are infidels, for they do not follow their religion. Which is right, wallahualam! We cannot decide; only God knows. All religions come from Him, for the salvation of men.

Of course, every nation will praise its own religion, as every man praises himself; but that praise of oneself cannot be a cause, to reproach others; especially if our knowledge is only about ourselves.

How can we compare two things, if we only know one thing, rather than both?

About that religion, which we know only our own religion, it is not perfect either. Other religions we know nothing about. How can we say bad good? How can we compare what is right, what is wrong, between the two religions?

Try to think really! If I have a stone and you have one, can you say, which is heavier between the two stones, if you do not know the weight of both?

And how can you say, your stone is heavier than mine, if you don't know how big and how heavy my stone is? As for your own stone you have not known really, weight and light."

"But can't it be seen with the eyes, imbued with the mind, according to magnitude?" answer Fatirnah.

"Sight and estimation are not always right. Tirnah are small, sometimes heavier than large wood. Nevertheless, you must also look at the two things first, so that you can assess their weight.

Now what is your knowledge of the religion of the infidel?

Others are not, only about their ugliness; it is because you hear the story of the person and you also refer to him as a tiung imitating the words taught to him, with no idea what they mean.

It's not good, something you don't know is true, don't be quick. In our religion it is forbidden to accuse a person of infidelity or Islam, because of that, only God knows.

Especially because the human heart is not fixed, exchanging also some time. Now good, tomorrow may be evil; it cannot be fixed, for man is weak. Do not look at the born, for the inner is more precious.

And do you know the inner people?

Although at birth he was infidel, who knows, in his mind he may be Islam. Even if he is now an infidel, he may turn his heart away, become Islam.

And again in my mind, religion is nothing evil, all good, because it means good and its purpose is to the One God." The words were not answered by Fatimah, therefore Ahmad Maulana said, after having been silent for a moment, "Even if they are infidels, we say, there are also good customs and rules.

Rules, other, and religion, other; do not equate. Our customs and rules are right many are good, but there are also wrong ones. What is wrong, if imitated the customs of another good nation and discarded our bad customs?

Those evil customs we do not take and our good customs are kept completely.

Many rules and customs of foreign nations that we have imitated with no deep thought of the good. A suit and shoes, whose clothes are they? Is it not the clothes of Westerners? Why use it too? Many Hajj and Arab people imitate Western clothes.

Chairs, chairs, chandeliers, not the customs of our ancestors also. Plates and bowls, whose deeds? But also used? Whose customs and rules should Muslims follow? The Arab custom? Arabs eat dates and drink camel milk; why not imitate them anyway?

Where are our original rules and regulations?

Ah Fatimah, then, the world alone; not the Hereafter; born, not the mind. In my mind, no matter what you wear or do, the origin of your nature is pure and your heart is immutable, there is nothing.

But even if you say every word in the book, if your heart is unholy and straight, there is no use."

"That is true; but our custom, the inheritance of our ancestors, cannot be wasted or exchanged. And again, it is not good that we waste it; bad and good must be obeyed. That's the sign we're clinging to.

If you want to add it with other rules, well, but our custom, used also."

"It is not good to throw away the old, because the new. But there is between the old customs and rules, which were actually good in ancient times, but are not good or useless today.

It is like clothes when first bought, can and good to wear, but the longer it gets older and weathered; finally torn, it can no longer be used.

If dear throws away this old garment, because remembering its services, do it, save it, to be a warning! But new clothes, must also be bought, right?

So is the custom; exchange, according to the times. Even if there is no intentional change, it will change as well; for nothing remains. Once the tide is up, once the edges switch, the saying goes. And that is so."

"Well, now try Kanda explain what our customary crime in Padang is, about being married more than one?" ask Fatimah.

"Listen" said Ahmad Maulana. "First, makir. many wives are shopping more and more; scbab each wife should be bought sufficiently. If less shopping, of course the lack of heart of the wives.

Thus, it is easy to dispute; and if it is always in dispute, with each of these many wives, life is not happy."

"His brother Kakanda forgot the words of the Kakanda and our original custom, which is that men do not have to spend his wife or his child, because his wife's child is the dependant of his mother.

Men are considered to be just people, people hitchhiking; so even though wives and children are many, there is no trouble."

"Not that I forgot" replied Ahmad Maulana. "That's what's more in my heart. A man does not have to buy and take care of his wife's children, even can eat and dress from women.

And when the man is born, when he is married, he is also taken by the woman, with money and clothes. So what's the name of that man? For it is the man who gives and keeps his wife's children, for women are weaker than men.

When compared to men with women, about their body shape, strength, reason and others, in fact the men of the nation who protect their wives, relatives, property, hometown, and so on, either about the enemy or any other need, for life.

Women where to store and risk children and property. But according to your custom, the perempuanar becomes a man and the man becomes a woman. It's not in accordance with the rules of nature."

"It may be." replied Fatimah, "but it was not the woman herself who fed her husband, but the mother and the master of the woman."

"Well, I accept your answer, although there is indeed a land where women who actually seek livelihood, because it is the one who works, trades and so forth, while the husband sleeps, revels, and likes, pitting chickens, pitting birds or gambling.

But is his name such a man? Is not this man to be likened to a horse father or a cowfather, who is well-groomed and well-fed, merely for the sake of wishing his offspring alone?

If the man is noble or noble, be it; for what is expected of him is the balk form or the high nation, that he may descend upon his son, even though the nation is getting lower in price and less seen by people.

'But, if the male¬laki is not a tall man, there is no good, the head is square, the ears are wide, the eyes are squint, the nose is tight, the mouth is wide, the teeth are out, the back is bent, the legs are also next to each other, what is expected of such a person?

Is it all that flaw, so that his grandchildren are as good as him?"

"Similar men are cooking! The purchased ones, of course, are noble, beautiful, smart, rank or other," replied Fatimah.

But the custom we discussed earlier, namely men are seen as people who are just a passenger, also found in most people, so not only in special people.

After all, of the qualities that you call it, only noble and beautiful can be passed down to posterity. But high rank or deep science what good is it, if it can not help the child?"

So Fatimah could not give an answer.

"Secondly" said Ahmad Maulana, after a short stop, "the more wives; and the more children, the more shopping..."

"Wait a minute" said Ahmad Maulana, because he saw his wife was about to answer, "I know, what you're going to say, that many children are not the alley, right? For the children are bermamak, who are to keep them.

But because of that, there is no relationship of affection between the child and the father, as between the man and the wife. Thus, the man does not know the so-called: Affection for his son and wife.

All he knew was affectionate towards his camp. But beloved to the kemanakan, can not be equated with love for the child, the blood of the flesh itself.

And the child will not know also the love of his father, only to his mother, while the love of his mother is nothing.

His wife only loved her son, because of his flesh and blood, but her husband was someone else on his feelings. Therefore rarely do they get the union of spouses and the pleasure of marriage, which is very valuable to the Western nation.

And again, think! Whose fault did the child make in the world? It was not he who asked to be born, but his fathers who made him. Now that the child was born, he was handed over to another man, who was innocent in this matter.

Even though his mother, his favorite will not be the same as his own father's favorite...

How does that feel? Try to think really! Do not be blind, just look at customs. Which one is close to the father, his son or his children? His son was his flesh-blood, his nephew his nephew, though he was blood with him.

There are people who think, the child is actually closer to his mother than his father, because it is the light of his mother's children, because it seems to be born by the brother of the mother, who is blood with him.

But he is not necessarily the father's son; it is possible, so is another son, that is, that his mother is not faithful to her husband. So the father as a lack of trust in his son and his wife.

This strange thing in my trumpet, originally from ancient customs, when women can marry a lot or when marriage has not been arranged properly as it is today. But the custom is no longer in accordance with the current state of affairs.

Matrimony has also been well organized, meaning that each man of course his wife and woman of course her husband, witnessed by the crowd, when they married.

I do not wish to say that each of these children, there can be no paternalalt; certainly there can be another son.

But such a thing, rarely happens so that it is not at all appropriate to be an excuse, the child proposes himself from what is customary of people in the world, namely inheritance down to the child.

You see, that is an example that states, that something that was once perhaps good, but now, may be worthless.

Not fine customs that have been like this for a long time, just stored in a crate, if necessary, will be an eye sign than'our ancestors a long time ago?"

The words were not to be blamed by Fatimah, therefore the purpose of this discussion was played a little by saying, "But it is not good that many children, so that the nation of the breed."

"O, if that's what you mean, it's true. It should be that every nation should develop its people, as it is in religion. But to preserve the nation, duty. Don't make it clever, don't want to.

How can the nation blossom perfectly, if it is not kept alone well? Work don't take it, Mah!

Third, even in the book (religion), men can marry up to four people, and, but the man's treasure must be more than to keep a wife perfectly and he must be just with his fair share, in all things, to his four wives; must can.

If nothing, it becomes a sin; for such unjust conduct brings treason between the wives. But most of the men were not fair to their wives.

Usually the new is what he loves more, than the old; the young are more favored than the old; the good, preferable to the bad. It cannot be; all of them must be the same, shopping, clothing, household, affection and so on.

Can our men do that? In a thousand rare. Most, in every way, are more beloved.

It is impossible to have the same love for all wives, because God predestined man is more willing and more loving to the good than the bad.

Such behavior often leads to jealousy and envy, between the wives, so that disputes arise, between men and their wives and between wives and wives.

Even to the wife to whom the man went, he received nothing other than a sour face, less pleasant words to hear, less perfect care, sometimes muttering and maki, he said, sehinb did not end up fighting.

Is it a pleasure to live like that?

After all, the married wives, not straight to their husbands, are good at anything. There was also the wife who became evil, who did indecent behavior, because she wanted to avenge her heartache to her husband.

The relationship that was less strong earlier, became more and more loose, so that finally, only the marriage letter left again, which shows both of them.

Although I am a man, but in my mind, no husband should be discouraged, if his wife whom he married does not heed her husband, because the husband also does not care about the feelings of his wife.

Which woman can hold her heart, cross her husband with another woman? Is there a man who can be pleased, seeing his wife with another man? In my mind there is no.

Fourth, there is also a woman who looks, regardless of the behavior of her husband, who likes to have a lot of marriage, because the woman is very patient. But often this patience, a sign of less affection for her husband.

Jealousy is it not the arising of a heart of love?

When the wives are equally in love with their husbands, they must each seek reason so that they may be more beloved by their husbands than their madmen.

Most of this sense is not carried out by improving the behavior or household or anything that can attract the husband, but by way of sorrow and love.

Each wife, looking for a shaman who is good will treat the husband, so that he is more loved than his honey; sometimes to the end of property.

The shaman does not use science alone, but often uses herbs and drugs that must be eaten by the man.

That is right, it means good, but because the potion of love is not always clean, over time, because it eats too much medicine, from here and there, from all his wives also damaged his body.

Not two men who have been the victims of such shamans. Sweetheart!

A woman who is impatient, sometimes, because her heartache is compounded, is not a lover whom she gives to such a husband, but a poison; so that she may increase and return to a land of immortality.

Alimah, give me a glass of tea! My mouth feels dry telling me this," Ahmad Maulana told his son.

Alimah immediately came out of his room, taking what his father asked. Then he went back to his room, while the Nurbaya was there, pretending to sit sewing, but in fact he heard all the words of his young father.

"Fifth, when the woman had a bad heart" said Ahmad Maulana also, after drinking tea, "not only his voice that he gave the potion, but the honey was also given it; not so dear to him, not so dear to him, just to be hated by her husband, there are also those who make, so that the honey is immediately grazed with land.

Who knows, maybe this Rapiah is an artificial bandage sacrifice as well. Poor thing!

Sixth, many of the women who have been married, for fear of pain and sorrow, will not marry again, if she has been divorced by her husband. If women do that, what will the end be?

How can you compare your people with women who do not want to marry?

Perhaps at this time this has not given a worry, because most women, have not been able to find their own lives but if they have been clever as men, too, of course they would rather seek their own livelihood than always eat the heart, because it was brought together by her husband.

Women also marry, because they want to seek pleasure too, not because they want to serve men."

"That's why it's not good for girls to be schooled" Fatimah said.

"To stay budoh dLn forever be a boy, right? Can be done as a heart; as a buffalo, given his nose, so that it can be pulled. And be told where it likes by those who take it back.

If you, as a woman, like your people to do so, love your heart! But if I become a woman, I will never accept this rule." And Fatimah fell silent, for she could not answer her husband. ,

"Seventh, the woman who was made one, her heart was not straight with her husband in all things, as I had said.

Do not regard her husband as her lover, nor her friend as her justifiable; for in her sight and her feelings, the man is her cruel master. How can one live happily and in harmony with a hated enemy?

Ah Fatimah, many more crimes customary married that much; then may I tell you also. Now that my eyes are sleepy, tell me, Hasan packed the lamp and shut the door!"

No matter how much later it was, the house of Ahmad Maulana was darkened, silent; for the lamps were crowded and the windows were closed.

Just behind the house was still heard the voice of Hasan, the bachelor Ahmad Maulana, humming slowly, will roll himself.

In the biiik Alimah, Nurbaya looks with her cousin's brother, still sewing. Nurbaya paused for a moment, then pensively, as she thought.

"Nur, is your illness coming?" ask Alimah.

"No. Lim; only I can remember what the father said because his mind was very well established in my heart and gave memory to the good of us this nation of women," replied Nurbaya.

"Nur, don't you trouble your mind so much with sad memories! Your illness still exists. All the heart-wrenching mementos, have not yet disappeared from your heart.

Have you not promised me that you will set your mind not to be tempted again?"

"It is not my heart that is prone, Lim; indeed this matter has been thought of by me for a long time. Try to think really, the fate of us women! For the sake of the Lord who is rahman and womb, we have been cut off from the man, our friend.

I will intentionally tell our friend the man, for indeed, although many of them think, they are not friends, but our master and we his servant. At their presuppositions, they are more than us, about their power and their reason.

We are certainly weaker than men and perhaps not as intelligent as men, but the weakness of our bodies and the lack of our intellect, it is not because we are lacking in appearance or our brains are imperfect; it is only because our bodies are very different from men.

we are a nation of mothers, for it is we who conceive her to give birth to her, to suckle her, to nurture her and to raise her. Men know nothing, only they know how to be happy.

Remember the pregnant woman's feelings, vomiting sickly, unpleasant body feelings. Is it not a disease? For about two months after we have been born, we have bunting also, so to speak, we are almost forever in sickness.

Look at the women who have children every year! How so? Broken body, old fast, short life. How can we match the power of men, who can be said to always be healthy?

After all, all the work of men adds to the strength of his body and sharp mind, but our work of women from home to the kitchen and kitchen fingers to the house, looking after the child, cooking, cooking, washing and cleaning the household; it is not a job that adds strength and mind.

Men know this difference and they know our retention when we are pregnant. But his knowledge should not be a look at him, which pityes us, no, but be laughed at and played with us.

Some are married, when his wife bunting or child. Who wills this poor fate? Did we ask to be made so?

For the man has not felt this restraint, our misery and pain, which is why we have not heeded our things.

Rarely does a man remember that his mother, who had taken pains to conceive, give birth and nurture him, a nation of women also, not her own people, that of men."

"So you say that, Nur," replied Alimah, pensive sarnbil thinking about his sister's words.

"Let me continue this description! First the restraint of women, because the child, who is not really his own child, but the two children with men.

Therefore should be the trouble and the pleasure obtained, because the child, equally divided over the mother and the father. But that's not the case, as I've described earlier.

And though the woman labored more for the child, the happiness was more for her father than for her mother, for the child would be better known as her father's son than her mother's son.

If the child becomes a high-ranking person, for example, who has a better name, his father or mother? When people ask. "Whose son is good, is that?" His father's name, not his mother's. Western women should also use the name of their husband.

Is this woman fair?

Ah, justice! Are you in this world or not? If so, where are you hidden? luh Nurbaya, then pensive for a moment.

Then he said, "When we are two-three months pregnant with less fresh head dizziness, less bright vision hearing is less real, the stomach is always bad, often vomiting, and the eyes are not happy, appetite is not certain, which is delicious, not tasty but which is not tasty, liked.

Sometimes things that are not there or difficult to find or not worth eating, that is what is desirable. If you can't, I'm sad and sad.

Thoughts are not perfect, often angry and hateful to one person, but dear to another, with no cause for it.