Siti Nurbaya Kasih Tak Until

Episode 18's

Behaviors are always changing.

When pregnant for six months, the stomach gets bigger and starts to weigh, making it difficult to walk, stand, work, stop, sit, and sleep. Challenges add up a lot.

There is food that cannot be eaten, much work that cannot be done, hearing that cannot be heard and sight that cannot be seen.

When the child is almost born, can not do anything more, because the stomach is getting bigger and heavier, but sitting is always not good anyway, because it is difficult later to give birth to children said the person. Walking outside the house, embarrassed, afraid to say the mover.

When a man is told to support his son for an hour, he is tired, he said; but a woman for nine months; and sometimes longer, there is no stopping day and night, everywhere, carrying a child and after a few years of supporting her, the woman did not say botch was tired.

When the time to give birth to a child has come, it cannot be said that the feeling of self-pain is borne. Nature and the world feel disappear, the right mind becomes lost, exchanging with fear and anxiety.

No pain, the whole body feels destroyed, the scenery becomes dark, the feeling is indeterminate. If labor is difficult, because of something, it often leads us to the door of the tomb, if there is no immediate help.

Although getting help even though, from a shaman or a clever doctor, often too sick too, because sometimes with violence. Some are cut, surgical and sewn, all of which can bring lifelong disability and disease.

When the child has been born into the world, for some time the woman must sleep silently, not botch moves, and must also eat a variety of drugs that are not tasty, so as to quickly heal.

There are times when the disease is long then good, but in that time we have to take care and breastfeed the child, because it is not good if the child is given cow's milk.

If we have been snarled, it is also not possible to let go of the slightest item, because another obligation awaits, namely to take care of, maintain and raise the child.

Not necessarily hard, not necessarily hard, not knowing day and not knowing night; because the food must be given and taken care of, the clothes must be made and cleaned. lika crying must be persuaded and supported, and the, if drowsy should be put to sleep and swung.

When he is sick, he is supported and sung for hours; he cannot sleep or do anything else, just in case.

If this child has grown up a little, the game must be done shopping must be given and he must be educated also perfectly, so that he will become a good person.

Not yet finished this work the new dependents have come anyway, because the second child has been conceived. When this child is grown, it must be schooled and then mated. Daughter, after marriage is still helped by his mother."

"Surely so are the women of our nation" replied Alimah. "I have not felt children myself, but I have often talked with women who have given birth and helped them. That's why I know their feelings and their containment."

"And is the child forever good to his mother?" nurbaya said. "Moreover, boys often do not know to reply. Sometimes, her mother's milk was returned with poison water. When he is married, he is no longer his mother.

There are also those who do not want to confess their mother to makiiya anymore, because she is rich or high-ranking embarrassed to busy ordinary women or stupid women. And some are hostile to beat and torture his own mother.

"Indeed, boys often do so; girls rarely," said Alimah. '

"May be the reason for his arrogance too. Although the purt came from her mother, but in her figure, her mother is despicable, because she is a female nation," Nurbaya said, raising her head.

After a short pause, he said, "The second thing, which makes us weaker and less sharp in our minds than men, is our care, our work and our duty.

About our maintenance, since we began to be good at walking, until the age of seven years only we can be said to be a little free; can walk to and fro; can play outside the house.

That is a very glorious time for us, a time of great heart, a time we feel free. It has come to our old days, it is no other life but from the house to the kitchen and from the kitchen back home.

When seven-eight years old, begin to be caged as a bird, not being given to look at the heavens and the earth, so as not to know what is happening around us. While the clothes dun food, no heed, let alone the will and joy of the heart.

Meanwhile we are told to learn to cook, sew, take care of the household, all the work that can not add strength and sharpen the mind.

But the boy at that time, other than being told to go to school and to break, also learned to dance, peck, swim, horse riding and others, to strengthen the body and sharpen his mind.

So all those lessons and jobs in men always add willpower, strength and sharpen his mind while in women weaken - his body and nothing adds to his intelligence.

So our job and duty, too, is to conceive and nurse the child; to the child, to nurture, to raise and to teach him; to the husband, to take care of the household to arrange the food, to keep the child, clothing and other things and to the mothers and families according to their will.

None of this adds to our strength and intellect, as to men.

This work, this care and this obligation, we do not want; we are compelled to keep it away. And for whom? For a man with his son. Similarly, about the character of the woman, it is not she who asks for it.

Should men humiliate him, because we have these qualities?

In my mind, about will and reason, if we women are taught a lesson, a nurture, a meal, in short the same really as men, surely we will not lose to men."

"My mind is like that too, Nur" replied Alimah. "Differences exist, simply because of different maintenance, lessons, obligations and others."

"That's the case, a lot of it comes from women's own mistakes, I mean mother's. Because of his lack of mind, many of his actions were not good.

For example, his daughter was forbidden to go to school, because she was afraid that the child would become evil, because she was good at reading and writing, so she was embarrassed.

My thought this presupposition is false; for it depends on its character, heart, and character and the lessons learned.

If enough intelligence, breadth of sights and distance of hearing, to know he distinguishes good from evil, it means he can weigh bad and good deeds, he said, of course, it is not easy to fall into the hole of male temptation.

Where do they get their knowledge, if not in school?

Therefore, the woman must be learned, that she may be farthest from danger, and that her husband's child should be looked after with her likeness. Of course his cleverness can also be used for evil. That is why it takes a good heart and a perfect mind.

If the woman is indeed not good in character or because of her mis-teaching, even though she is not intelligent in school, she can also do evil work. Not an evil woman, in a nation still stupid?"

"If you think deeply, in fact we are women, made as stepchildren and men as children, because it is very different. And women have no place to depend on" said Alimah.

"Indeed," answered Nurbaya, "from the Lord we have received instruction in conceiving and caring for children, so that there can be no opposition to men, to anything; by religion there is no equal with men, for men are allowed to marry until ernpat, but women, out of the house can not; by husbands despised and wasted and by parents and relatives forced to fear the will of their hearts.

No nation or country will help." There stopped Nurbaya speechless, pensive to think about the things and the fate of her nation of women.

"Of course, women can also marry two and three, if men can have many wives" said Alimah. "What, many married women. While looking at the face of another man; can not.

If you want to go outside the house, must be covered face tightly, as well as other body parts. Talak was also handed over to the man. Why so? Why can men divorce and marry women, as they please?

Is that why women cannot do so? Can women make mistakes and receive punishment from men? Is it not permissible for this man to make a mistake with his wife?

If this wickedness is said to men, they will surely smile, because in the case, that is what is fair. Is not the man the master of the woman, and the woman the servant of the man?

Of course they can do as they please, their hearts to us; tortured, beaten and chastened with not enough shopping and a good household; neither can our hearts be released, there is no seeing of any game, which can please and mueambalt the eyesight and is not allowed to hear the sounds that take away the distress.

If a little wrong, because they do not know, not the lessons or warnings obtained, only maki and nistalah are accepted; there are times when it is also accompanied by a hit and lunge. If it is too late to prepare food or clothing, a bad word is heard.

Reply, absolutely cannot; what feels in the heart must not be removed, it must be stored in the chest. If you dare to fight, you will be expelled as a dog.

If soon divorced, never mind, but acip times, hung unrobed; nothing and nothing repeated*) until all intents, so hindered."

"Thus, the containment is not how much, when compared with the protection is compounded, right" said Alimah. "I'd rather be beaten, locked up or humiliated, than mixed up."

"Sure," answered Nurbaya, "that is why it seems that you are divorced from your husband."

"Indeed," said Alimah.

"Try telling me how the divorce came from!" nurbaya said.

"Originally, it was her female escort and her mother. They said I was the one who took care of my husband, so that he might hate them, for as long as he married me, they could not shop from my husband. But I, never did that.

I asked my husband, so that

*)visited

shop every day, not less, because my parents are not treasures. Hearing this request of mine, he gave all his earnings to me. From the money, I gave to his mother ten rupiahs and his brother fifteen rupiahs a month.

On my trumpet, if just eat, enough shopping so much. But apparently their will, all the income of my husband should be given to them, as when my husband has not married me.

Which may be, because people have grown, the house has been two.

It is not known to him that before we married, my father was not a capable man; so he could not accept my husband, as receiving the sons of nobles in this Padang; everything was prepared and held, just to go home again. After all, my husband is not a kingpin.

However, at first he was to be picked up as well. But when my father said, he had no bear, treat him as a commoner, just as much as he liked.

Verily, it is marriage, by the will of my father-in-law and sister-in-law. But when they saw it, my husband's gifts dwindled to him, hate them for me and ask him to divorce me.

After seeing them, my husband did not want to be taken into their custody, he went to and fro, so that my husband hated me and I divorced him. Reportedly they intend to do me, so that I may go mad or die.

When this evil meaning, in this way, did not arrive, he married my husband to a wealthy woman. When I heard this news, I could not plan how my heart felt; angry, sad, hate mixed with indeterminate.

My eyes were dark, my head was dizzy, hearing was gone and feelings were gone. My lips and all over my body trembled, my heart was pounding, feeling divided, all the joints of the members became weak, so that I fell into my bed some time, long ago, without self-explanation.

I cried all night because I could not hold my heart. When I met my husband as I saw his taste, I saw him: hateful and angry, coming back and forth. All my love and affection for him, no more feeling.

If my mother had not told me, I would have put my hand on her head; that is how my heart aches. How many times have I asked for a divorce, but it was not granted. What dayaku? Because of the talaq in his hand.

If I hold the talak of course not until I see her face again, I drop the talak not once.

From that time on, I did not heed him again, neither about his food nor his clothes; for my heart had changed to him, no longer straight. If there was another man, who teased me at that time, I seem to have sorted, because of my heartache.

I will flee, afraid, lest I be hanged for ever; neither be divorced nor sown.

Path one day when I was walking with my makku, on, malarrtd day in the market of Kampung Jawa, it was seen by me that my husband, was walking around having fun, buying what with my madam.

When I saw them, my eyes darkened, not knowing what I was doing. My mother said, I continued to hunt the woman down, then sighed her hair and clothes while cursing her, so fight us in the middle of the crowd, wrestling and pulling hair.

After we were separated, I maligned my husband with a cruel word and I said he was not a man, if not dare to divorce me. That's why in the market he also dropped talak on me.

This is finally a marriage that has cost some money and created some hard-earned, in-caused grievance."

"So how long have you been mingling with your husband?" ask Nurbaya."

"Not for a year" replied Alimah. "Since then I swore, never to marry again. What is the use of marriage, if to trouble the heart, damage the body and spend the treasure? I mean marriage doesn't get pleasure and lay me down.

If there is no such thing, it is better for the widow to be this; to be free as a bird in the air, no one can carry anything I mean."

..."Or stay a virgin forever." said Nurbaya....

"It must not, for it is too disgraceful, for us; it is said to be impractical, for there is a defect" replied Alima.

"Aib is because of the disgrace. But if there have been many who have done so, be biased anyway," said Nurbaya.

"Perhaps" answered Alima.

After Nurbaya pensive sejurus, he also said, complaining, "Thus our fate is women. Will this change our rules? Will we be appreciated by men, someday?

Let not much, just for what is necessary for our lives, enough.

I would not ask that women be equated with men in all things; no, for I understand also, it must not be.

But my request is that the man look upon the woman, as his sister, if he does not wish to honor and honor her, as to the people of Europe. Let us not be seen as slaves or as a despicable creature.

Let the woman seek knowledge that is useful to her, let her be allowed to see and hear all things, which may increase her knowledge; let her draw out her feelings and thoughts, in order to exchange ideas, to sharpen his brain.

And give him power over all that he ought to master, lest he be like a living puppet.

Household matters, in my mind can be likened to a state, ruled by two viziers. These two viziers were almost as powerful. A vizier of domestic affairs, namely the wife and a vizier of foreign affairs, namely the husband.

All domestic matters, namely household matters, child care, food, utensils and others, must be controlled by the wife. Women must understand all these things.

Foreign affairs, so the matter of seeking livelihoods, jobs, protection and others, must be dominated by men; women cannot interfere in it.

In all the important things, which are about the obligations of both, surely both viziers can interfere in their respective obligations and have a second agreement, so as to be at their best." "But who is king?" ask Alimah.

"King does not exist; all things can be done together, so that the country will grow better.

If you want to exaggerate a little the power of the foreign vizier, let it be, it is okay; because his understanding is older, more in deciding difficult things, as long as not to forget it, do not forget it, his rank is actually the same as the vizier in the country and let him not think that he is the king, so he can do as he pleases to his friend.

Both of them are actually one, occurring only from two bodies.

Domestic viziers need to get help from foreign viziers, and vice versa, foreign viziers must also be assisted by domestic viziers, in their work and duties; so please help both, please, in all hardships and pleasures, as the saying goes: the same weight is borne, the same light is carried.

All earnings of men or women, must not be hidden; both are actually stated, so that they can be gathered into one.

Of this amount, some are given to women, for household shopping, food and so on; some are to men, for expenses outside the home. If there are advantages, keep it on behalf of both or on behalf of the child.

If men do not believe in women, it really cannot be such men, because the wife must believe-trust and must be just as straight-hearted it is better not to mix the financial thing.

But if for example in the idea of a man, his wife is not good at running the shopping money or in the idea that the woman, her husband is very wasteful, of course they can interfere in this financial task.

Other than that, each must always find the sense, to please his friend and always take care, so as not to hurt.

If the difference grows, do not each want to reign in the heart and be alone in the eyes, because if so, become tangled livelihood.

If you rise angry, hold your heart, do not say anything or do anything but chill the hot blood first, so as not to do or say anything, in anger; because it can bring in endless regret later on.

If you are angry, do not want to go away, take a sleep or walk. After anger and good thoughts arise, talk about the dispute patiently together, in order to get the truth.

It can not be decided, then brought to parents or teachers, ask to be resolved; because usually, they have many opinions about this. If so, it can not be resolved the confusion is fine to divorce both. What can I do.

Rather than mixing in hell, it is better to get divorced in heaven. But the divorce should be well, do not put a grudge. When married well, divorce is also good. Who knows, maybe the soul mate is still there: so it's easy to come back.

Even if it has been exhausted even though the soul mate, what use is the former husband or wife is seen as an enemy? For we have been mixed for some time; becoming one with him. Wouldn't it be better to be seen as a brother?

Whereas animals that have been kept, again cannot be forgotten in the blink of an eye, why do humans, who have sometimes been bound to us by child ropes, do enemies?

Clash with each other, until open important secrets, screaming, until the next person's uproar, beating, to the surface or other such ways are not only useless, useless, but say we are not people who are polite and do not know the good rules.

After all, it can bring danger to the body itself. Wouldn't it be better, if you want to argue, go both into the room, close the door, then talk or remove what feels in the heart, slowly, so that people do not know.

What is the point of our disagreement, shown to others, which has nothing to do with it; moreover, since not for how long afterwards, we will make peace?

In my heart, such a thing, enters into the secrets of our household; no benefit is known to others.

After all, disgrace feels like a child's behavior, a moment of fighting, a moment of good. Look kids!

When fighting, bawling, beating, as if to kill apparently, but soon after doing well, playing, together, as a loving person.

While in children it is strange to feel such behavior, special also in people who are old enough.

Small, sometimes unavoidable. But that's okay; it's a sign of mixing two living things. As for the bow with the pot, there are times when it plays, said one; what is man, whose mind is not forever fixed.

And often the quarrel is as salt, the brewing of food; for the greater the strife, the better the peace."

As they were conversing, it was heard from afar, the baker shouting, "Eeee beepang, crackers, peanut cakes, lemang dishes, delicious eeeii! ... Eee beep!"

"Hi, how many times have I heard the baker shouting; apparently there are also people selling cakes, at night here," said Nurbaya, who had begun to get tired of the words while his stomach was starting to feel hungry anyway.

"It is true; but only last night did I hear that voice. Usually there is no way here, because it is quiet here. Perhaps he is lost" replied Alima.

"Let's call him, Lim! Maybe it's delicious cake," said Nurbaya.

"Ah, what's the point? If you want to eat cakes, in the cupboard there, I prepare for the coming herbs.

I really do not like to eat cakes bought on the road, because I do not know, who made it and usually the merchandise, no heed to cook it; sometimes dirty," replied Alirnah.

"Ah, dirty cooking! I am in the village of Jawa Dalam, often buy cakes with Samsu. We ate together in the garden: never found dirty. How happy would he be if he were with us now!

Let's buy it, it will grow further away" said Nurbaya, pulling his brother's hand, asking him out, so that he could call the baker.

"Beepang, bring it here!" nurbaya.

After the baker's hainpir, Alima asked, "Where is this?"

"Kue Mak Sati" replied the seller.

"Mak Sati in Kampung Jawa?" ask Nurbaya.

"I" answered the baker.

"Why haven't I seen you in Java?" ask Nurbaya anyway. "The other cakeman often served in Kampung Jawa Dalam. I know her very well, not her name?"

"True. la berjaja in Kampung Jawa Dalam, the servant here," replied the baker.

"But why, just now, do I hear your voice? All this time, where have you been?" ask Alimah.

"The new servant came from the Field of Land," said the baker, while opening the place of the cake, will show his sale. "For the servant has not yet found a good work, being my temporary servant's laborer."

"Where is your country" asked Nurbaya, examining the cakes.

"On Payakumbuh," answered the baker.

"This wajik is nothing new?" ask Nurbaya.

"Nothing" answered the baker. "But if the Rich like to eat sugary lemang, some are still hot."

"Where?" ask Nurbaya.

"Here" answered the baker, opening another cake and selecting some of the lemangs that were still hanging, and showing them to Nurbaya.

..."Okay, give me four of those lemangs!" nurbaya said....

"What's the point of so much, Nur? I'm not eating well right now, the rice isn't over."

When ifu glanced at the baker with the corner of his eyes at Alimah. If this corner of the eye is visible to Alima, it is certainly real to him, the baker is angry apparently, hearing this word.

But Alimah did not look at him and Nurbaya was busy choosing delicious pastries.

After taking Nurbaya some other cakes, he paid the price of the food, then went the baker, walked quickly out of the yard.

The two young women also went to sit down to the porch face, and then had a conversation, while Nurbaya opened a lemang to be eaten.

"Why is there no sound from the baker's voice?" ask Alimah.

"Call the person in the house in advance presumably," replied Nurbaya. "Eat this cake!"

"So I told you, I've had a few bad days eating. Give that vowel a! I'm trying."

"Don't do it, Lim! Perhaps this is again when we will eat together. If I had gone to Jakarta, it would have been difficult for us to meet again, because Samsu apparently did not want to go back to Padang. He wanted to stay for a long time in the land of Java.

If I had been there, I would have sold all my property that was still here, to the homebuyers there. And when I am happy, I ask you to come. Will you, Lim?" asked Nurbaya, while eating the lemang she had peeled.

"Certainly, because I also want to see the land of Java; especially the Jakarta kola."

"Hi, why is this lemang bitter?" ask Nurbaya.

"Perhaps the sugar is not good or the angus is cooking" replied Alimah.

"Maybe this is delicious," said Nurbaya also while peeling a lemang again. The first one, he had eaten. "Truly the Jakarta kola is very large; ten times larger than this Padang kola.

And the crowds cannot be said; day and night on the highways are full of people and vehicles and trains, of various kinds. The good thing was incomparable; full of beautiful buildings and large shops.

It should be made the capital, the seat of the High Government. But the real palace is in Bogor, because the air is cold; in Jakarta it is very hot. Later, if I had been in Jakarta anyway, of course we would have taken a walk to Bogor, said Samsu.

Now this is how my heart feels, Lim, because there is no other outlet. Furthermore, when I was in Jakarta, it was true to me, Samsu's heart never changed to me.

How happy my heart feels, when walking the road with him, wander the dam around in circles, ride the bendi and train, see the Jakarta kola... Ah, why does my head feel this way?"

"Perhaps the lack of sleep last night" replied Alimah.

"No, this afternoon, I slept for a long time. Hi, like spinning my eyesight."

"Come in, try to put it to bed!"

"Yes" answered Nurbaya, then stood up, about to enter the living room, but suddenly she fell. Therefore, he was embraced by his waist, and he took him into the room and put him to sleep on the mattress.

"Please pinch this little head, Lim! Maybe I catch a cold."

"Alright" replied Alimah; then the head of the Nurbaya. No matter how much later than that, Nurbaya apparently fell asleep.

When the scowl thought to himself, "Why did Nurbaya suddenly become dizzy? What did he do just now? At half-eleven he had slept. His usual till far night is still telling stories and conversing."

Although Nurbaya has been complacent, it is still kneaded also by her head Alimah, until some time. she was afraid that her sister would wake up also because she did not feel well; especially because Nurbaya apparently happy to get her massage, she said, because soon he fell asleep.

When he stood up to go to sleep anyway, he noticed his sister's face. It was aghast to see Nurbaya, as breathing no more, and then the Nurbaya body was shaken, to wake up. But the poor woman, no more.

So cried Alimah, wailing so much, that his parents were aghast to get up and come running.

When Fatimah saw Nurbaya lying in her bed, moving no more, and she cried out with her hands, so that she would hear the sound of lament in the house.

The next person was in a frenzy coming, about to know, what happened there. But no one can give any real information, other than that Nurbaya has died.

That same night Ahmad Maulana went to call the doctor and two hours later the doctor came, then examined the Nurbaya and realized to him, that Nurbaya had indeed died. Although doctors tried all their knowledge, to help Nurbaya, but in vain.

Because according to the story of Alimah, Nurbaya felt bad after eating the lemang, taken by the lemang doctor who lived again with other cakes, will be asked to be examined. The next day it was revealed to him that the Nurbaya was poisoned.

That's what caused his death. Although the matter is up to the police, but the guilty, not caught.

To find out this criminal, let's go back to following the baker.

After he got to the big road, suddenly came out someone who was wearing black from behind a wooden tree, then approached the baker. After a close ask him, "How is the Swordsman of the Four?"

"Believe it, and I give you a sweet one."

..."Goody! Now let's go to class from here."...

..."But what about this cake?" ask Pendekar Empat....

"Later; in the empty house there was a well that was no longer used. That's where you put this coffin" replied Pendekar Lima. "But I'm worried too, just in case the others get hit anyway" said Pendekar Empat.

"Who else is there?" ask Pendekar Lima.

"Alima; but he said he would not eat cakes, because his stomach was not good. That is why Nurbaya prohibited buy a lot. The heat of my heart heard his words.

If not in his house, I cut him down, so that his mouth may not speak anymore" said Pendekar Empat.

"How much fruit did he buy your lemang?" ask Pendekar Lima anyway.

"Four fruits;" replied the Four Swordsman.

"Taste the four eaten by Nurbaya because a lemang was enough to bring two three people to the door of the tomb. But do you know that all four contain sugar?"

"Know, because of the sugar, I'll separate."

"If so, of course to our point, this once," said Pendekar Lima.

"Come on me!" then they both disappeared into a dark place.

On the next day, when the news of Nurbaya's death to Sitti Maryam, who was very sick in Kampung Sebelah, because of the shock left by her son Samsu, suddenly the mother of Samsulbahri, who was dead, because the news seemed to be very sad for his heart.

On that day, two bodies were seen, taken to Mount Padang. The two women, who were loved by Samsu, were buried near the tomb of His Majesty Sulaiman, the father of Sitti Nurbaya.