Siti Nurbaya Kasih Tak Until

Episode 2

At the twilight of the new day is told, it looks like Sutan Mahmud bendi entered into the yard of a building house in the village of Alang Lawas. Inside this weir sits Sutan Mahmud.

It was dashing apparently this Penghulu sat on his object, propped up with a merfolk with both hands. Destamya shaped "downhill ceiling" it is as a crown on his head.

His clothes were white, buttoned "letter W," and the edge of his sleeve was pierced as an officer's shirt. His trousers—white trousers, while between the shirt and pants looks scabbard, black Bugis silk cloth, which dangled almost to his knees.

His shoes were shoes, made of black leather.

Apparently this Penghulu, not for us to plan, because it is as a betel nut halved with the appearance of his son Samsulbahri.

Among the elders of the eighth in the city of Padang at that time, Sutan Mahmud is what is more viewed by people, because the nation is high, apparently beautiful, his behavior is good; loving to his men, because his people are very good, and fair and straight in his work.

When it came to the face of the building, stop bendi Sutan Mahmud, and this Penghulu came down from the top of his vehicle, then went up to the top of this house.

From afar it is visible, this building belongs to a capable, because it is apparently simple, the yard is large and fenced with wood painted black. In this yard, many plants are fruiting and flowers are growing.

The entrance to this house, shaped as the next month, and both doors, can be closed with a white-painted iron fence.

In its real form, the building is old-fashioned; because of its tall build, its large carved pillars, the floor boards, as well as the walls; the roof is precarious coated with rumbia, so it does not leak easily.

On the walls are painted white, hanging some pictures of the Sultan of Turkey with his Viziers. Under the house, around her were small, black-painted boards.

On the porch of the face, lined with carved wooden lattices, there is a chandelier, which can be dredged down, made of tin carvings, covered in glass, glass, under the lamp was a round marble table, with carved legs, surrounded by four rocking chairs, as before.

This porch is running to the face a little. It is there that meets the two stairs located on the right-left porch.

Apparently Sutan Mahmud has been used to enter this house, because he continues to walk to the back porch. There he saw a girl, about 15 years old, sitting sewing on a pandan mat near a lamp.

When Sutan Mahmud saw the girl, he stopped immediately, and asked, "Where is your mother, Rukiah?" Hearing these words, the girl aghast, then raised her face to her head, to Sutan Mahmud.

When he saw this Penguin standing behind him, he immediately put the seams, and stood up, saying, "Whoever pray, Mamanda." Then he would enter into a room, would see, had his mother prayed.

"Easy, let! I'll be a minute" said Sutan Mahmud, then sat down on a dining chair, by the side of a small marble table.

When the voice of a woman asked from the room, where the virgin was going, "Who is it, Rukiah?"

"Mamanda Penghulu," replied Rukiah.

"O, wait a minute! I wore my clothes first, because I just prayed."

Meanwhile, Sutan Mahmud asked Rukiah, "What are you sewing, Rukiah?"

"The chariot, Mamanda," replied Rukiah, packing, to save his tailor.

"Let's see!" sutan Mahmud. Rukiah, carrying the seams, then showed them to Sutan Mahmud. "It is well done by you" said Sutan Mahmud. "Who is this dress for?"

Hearing such a question, Rukiah fell silent, then bowed shyly. "For anyone who likes" he replied.

"Like it, of course a lot. I, for example, would love to wear such an openwork shirt," said Sutan Mahmud, would play tricks on this girl.

"If Mamanda likes, may Mamanda take. But the taste of this servant of clothes is small for Mamanda."

"At my trump, too, Rukiah. The one who will wear this shirt, is certainly the teenager who is the same age as you, and whose body is as slim as yours; not the fat old man, as I am," replied Sutan Mahmud with a smile.

Rukiah bowed back to her shyness, as well as her red face. At that time came a woman who was about 45 years old, from the room, wearing a long kebaya dress, from black blemishes and Bugis cloths.

Apparently this woman is almost seroman with Sutan Mahmud: only her body is a little thin. In the water of his face that is somewhat different from the face of Sutan Mahmud, imagined his character is not good, namely spiteful and cruel.

When he saw Sutan Mahmud sitting on a chair and rebuked him, "You, Penghulu! How great is my heart to see you in this house; for you have not come here for so long. I almost thought you had forgotten us."

"Not so, sister! Understand our Government employees! The work is unending: rods, patrols, road cases, police matters, this and that, it does not stop" replied Sutan Mahmud.

"Yes, sure; but ... Rukiah, go cook some hot water, for your mama! Are there any cookies in the closet?"

"There, Mother," replied Rukiah.

"Ah, no need, because I just had tea at home, Rukiah," said Sutan Mahmud.

"Why? Would you not eat here anymore? Don't you trust your brother anymore?" asked the woman, raising her face, as she was about to get angry.

"Ah, why did you say that? Cuisine I put my suspicions on the kakanda? If there's no brother, who else can I trust?" sutan Mahmud replied calmly, but, her smile began to disappear from her lips.

"Go get Rukiah to cook the water, but the coffee is not too hard!" said the woman.

After that, the virgin went into the kitchen, doing what her mother had said.

"Do not be angry, when I say this to you, for you are less and less to us. You come here every day, eat and drink here and sometimes sleep.

Baran what you want, you ask or you take it yourself. This house you see as your own friend. But right now, let alone sleep here, looking after us, coming to see us here once a Friday is not.

When I give you nothing, do not want you to, as fear and disbelief you in this house and isinqa; yet here is your blood, this is where my blood spilled and this is where our parents have lived for more than 80 years and here too our fathers went to mercy.

How can it be that your heart is so, I cannot think of it" said Rubiah's daughter, sweeping away her tears, which were soaked in her cheeks.

Seeing his brother weeping, the faint heart of Sutan Mahmud began to heat up, and he replied, "Don't let Kakanda be discouraged, for there is no such hearted servant; just read Kakanda, The Lord of the Slack is new, the commandment is harsh; so be careful to hold the work, lest it get a bad name.

You know for yourself, since our ancestors, who all worked for the company, no one has received an evil name, but praise is earned forever. How unfortunately and shamefully the servant, if that good name, on the servant becomes less good!"

"Ah, but on my trump, even if you are not a ruler, you will forget us and this house, too" said Rubiah's daughter. "Then thou hast married and begotten, there is nothing else that thou hast thought of thy son and wife, and thy house alone."

"If it doesn't, how about it? If there is no servant who should take care of the slave's wife's child, who else," asked Sutan Mahmud in astonishment.

"Look! It is true my guess, your mind has changed rather than what is said in this Padang. Is your wife, for she lives in your house, but your son? Isn't there a mamanda, your wife's brother? Isn't your son his niece?

Isn't he the one who has to look after your son, according to our custom?" indicting Rubiah's daughter. "Or have you forgotten the custom of our ancestors?"

"It is true, but Marhum is not how much income and many other dependents; so ashamed of the servant, if the servant Samsu hand over to his hand," replied Sutan Mahmud.

"Yes, but when your own dependent niece is wasted, you shall not be ashamed" said the daughter of Rubiah. "Virtually how?" ask Sutan Mahmud.

"Isn't his name in vain? Not seen and not taken care of. Either dressed or not, either starving or hardship, whether sick or dead. Your son went to Dutch school, you took all he wanted, ate nothing less, had enough clothes.

If you want to go, your body will be ready to take it, and soon you will send it to Jakarta, continuing the lesson. From there probably to the Netherlands also because of the intelligence there, it is not adequate for him.

If there is a school to be king, then you will give up your son, for he cannot be any man, but he must be a high-ranking man. Doesn't that cost you money?

For your son there's always your money, for my son there's no forever."

"Rukiah did not go to school it was not the fault of the servant, but the fault of the Kakanda himself.

How many times have I asked Kakanda for the child to go to school, but it is the Kakandah who does not like it, because it is not good, said Kakanda, a daughter who is good at writing and reading; likes to be evil. Now the servant is to blame.

After all, the servant sent the Samsu not because of anything, but because in the mind of the servant, it is the duty of the father to advance his son" said Sutan Mahmud while scowling.

"It is not your duty, but the duty of her mother*)" replied Rubiah's daughter. "Luckily my daughter, there is not much harm to you.

But even though he is a man, you will not necessarily send him to school, because the school-man is a despicable and poor man, who cannot eat, if there is no intelligence. My daughter, her people are tall, there is no need to work to find food.

Even if he is stupid, there are still many rich and noble people who like the height of their people. Your son is not the case; he is only angry because his mother is a commoner.

If it is not clever, it certainly does not do good." said the princess Rubiah with a loud voice, then stopped immediately, as unable to continue his regret.

) Brother of a mother

"Until now I have not understood, what your thoughts were, when I married the woman. What are you looking at? Is that good? What's the point of having a good wife, if the nation doesn't exist, the Dutch soldiers are good too, but who likes to pick her up?" )

"For the Kakanda, the woman must be a high-born, newly married. The mind of the servant is not so; that the marriage with anyone, provided that the woman is the servant and he likes the servant.

There is no servant of the nation, its image or its wealth" replied Sutan Mahmud who began to rise in blood.

"Indeed your customs and behavior have changed. No longer will you exchange your religion with Christianity, said Rubiah's daughter.

Sutan Mahmud did not answer but shrugged his shoulders, looking elsewhere.

"Love) what your wife has given you, I do not know; until I have left her; as her accomplice. All of Penghulu in Padang is married to two three, up to four people.

You alone are the former, only

*) Giving money when married

*) Science to be loved or loved, usually

using drugs (useful on the ground

Jawa).

that woman alone your wife does not change, does not increase. Shouldn't the big guy have a lot of wives? Is it not good for the people of the nation to marry alternately, so that the development of their descendants? Isn't it despicable, if he married only one person?

As for the common man, who is of no rank and no nation, sometimes up to four wives, why are you gone?"

"Try hearing that word! Is it worth such a thought? Every man who is of the rank and rank is ashamed of one's wife, but you are ashamed of many wives. Didn't you really exchange your thoughts?

Have you forgotten that you are a nation and of high rank? Shame I feel, if I remember my brother, as a man who does not do good to women, to the daughter and Sitti-Sitti Padang, even though the nation and rank are high," said Rubiah's daughter.

"And isn't that a loss? Of course not to deliver your shopping, if your salary is all you expect. Try to see your sister! Even though there is no salary, but never lack of money. Didn't know he was here without giving me and his daughter. O my child, pity!

Wretched right fortunately. No longer cared for by his mother, his soul mate could not be found. The 12 or 13-year-old, as old as 14, had been married, but my son, almost gray, was still a virgin.

If his father is still alive, of course there will be no let of his son like this, even though he will pawn his head. Why am I this to be my fate? It is different from other women's profits.

Although there was my brother of high rank, but I was as a trading son, without family. No attention, no sight; no shopping and no clothes.

To whom shall I ask again, if not to you, Mahmud?" princess Rubiah said, crying with sorrow.

As Mahmud's voice began to redden his face, out of anger at hearing such a curse, his heart subsided again, when he saw his brother crying.

"Here you are, don't cry anymore! Indeed the intention of this servant coming is to talk about Rukiah."

"What's the point of talking about it again? Just add to my heart's sadness. If you're not a bear, cook it. Never mind, let my son be an old virgin.

It is not only I who will be ashamed, but above all you; for surely one will say, "A Foster cannot find his uncle!"

"How much money did he ask for?" ask Sutan Mahmud also without heeding the words of his brother.

"I've said 300 rupiahs a few times)" the woman replied.

"Do not want it less? 200 Or 250 rupiah for example?" ask Sutan Mahmud.

"If to the fishman he will be mated, of course, do not have to pick up a little. But you certainly understand, my son cannot and does not like me to marry anyone. What will become of our descendants?"

"Well, what else is the request?" ask Sutan Mahmud patiently.

"Arloji mas with his chain, a diamond-shaped ring, full outfit, with some Bugis sarong cloth and Javanese batik cloth, wear it with his horse," replied Rubiah's daughter.

"God! Where will you get those?" says the Mahmud.

) Money prices used to be high than money now

"Don't I tell you; if you can't say you're making that person's request, let's not talk about it either. What use are you to pat my heart? Other men, I don't like."

"That's it, what can be done! Get him!" said Sutan Mahmud, complaining. "The bendi thing is easy; if it doesn't exist, it's okay to take my thing."

"Really?" asked Rubiah's daughter, and her eyes brightened again because they heard these words.

"Right," replied Sutan Mahmud in short.

"Where do you get money?" ask the woman. "From Datuk Meringgih" replied Sutan Mahmud. "How much?"

"3000 rupiah" replied Sutan Mahmud.

"O, if so, certainly enough; for you understand, Rukiah's tool for her husband's welcome, must be sufficient. His bed must have been at least three layers of his slowness, from silk.

And the seraga pillow (high pillow) should be of silk anyway, attached to the thread of Macau as well as should be held. Shopping tools that are seven days and seven nights, with the cost of the parade and the elephant mena) is not small."

At that time came the daughter of Rukiah carrying a dish, which contained a bowl of coffee with pastries, in front of Sutan

*) Vehicles or stretchers for brides, shaped like a sea fish.

Mahmud, then put it on the table. Then he entered his room. Apparently he understood that his parents were talking about things he could not hear, because when he got there, suddenly the two of them stopped talking.

But he also heard his name called. "Maybe they're talking about my marriage" thought Rukiah's daughter in her heart.

But then he said in his heart, as he was about to destroy such a thought, "Ah, unworthy of a virgin, think of this."

"When do you mean to do the work?" ask Sutan Mahmud, when princess Rukiah is no more, while lifting her coffee bowl.

"My heart will be swift" replied Rubiah's daughter. "But you certainly understand, this work cannot be hunted down. Three more months, then get on my trumpet, because of course I have to be ready first.

Rukiah's clothes do not yet exist and Sutan Mansyur's reception outfit, which will become her husband, is not enough. Bed utensils and seraga pillows have not been provided, as well as cakes.

After all, of course, all the relatives of our close and distant acquaintances, must be informed first." "To relatives who are far away, may I write a letter, but to those who are near let the Hamza tell me" said Sutan Mahmud.

Not until the coffee was drunk by Penghulu Sutan Mahmud, suddenly heard from far away the words of sound, address there are people rampaging. Sutan Mahmud immediately raised his head, will listen to the sound.

The frogs were getting louder and faster in sound, and soon afterwards they were cut off by the close guard-house cribs from there.

"People are rampaging!" said Sutan Mahmud, while standing about to go outside.

"Yes," said Rubiah's daughter with a trembling voice, "but do not go there."

"Mest," replied Sutan Mahmud, "perhaps in the area of the servant." When Rukiah's daughter went out and in her room, and went to her mother, Sarnbil held the hand of Sutan Mahmud, and said trembling and pale in her face, "Don't Mamanda go!

Servant was very afraid, lest that man enter this house."

"Ah, perhaps in the village of Java or in Olo; not in this village," said Sutan Mahmud will eliminate the fear of his death.

"But don't go! Because there are no men here. Lasa is sick and Hamzah is not there" said Rubiah's daughter.

Sutan Mahmud is composed straight, not knowing what he will do. Go and carry out his duties or leave his brother and his kemanakan.

..."Where's Hamzah?" he asked, having been silent for a while....

"Come," answered his brother, "do not let him be the one who can harm."

When it was heard the sound of people quickly climbing the stairs of the house. The two women grew more and more afraid, then came to Sutan Mahmud and stood behind him.

..."Who's that?" princess Rubiah asked Sutan Mahmud....

"Ah, perhaps Ali will tell you this," replied Sutan Mahmud.

"You're Ali?" tanyakanya. No getting an answer.

Not long after that stood a young man before them, who was apparently almost similar to Sutan Mahmud. Only his age is younger.

This young man was wearing a white-clad, Palembang cloth, a black slipper, a black silk hat that was slanted over his head. Her lips were red as the new betel nut ate. In his pocket hung a chain of dragon-dragon watches, made of gold.

Her clothes come from Mas. On the ring finger looks like a diamond-eyed ring. According to his face, his small body, nation and ability, which from his childhood had never felt misery and distress.

Therefore, there is nothing else he knows, but joy and pleasure. The things to come and the things to come were never thought of.

If there is money 100 rupiah, a day is also spent, was wasted or judged. If not a bear, sold or mortgaged all the goods that are on him.

That is why life is uncertain; sometimes there is a bear, sometimes there is none. But because he is a "smart man", as a Malay proverb, always seems like a person who never lacks.

"Well, good thing you came, Hamzah! Otherwise, I don't know what I'm going to do this time. But where are you from?" ask Sutan Mahmud.

"From the field, come here. When he came to the watchhouse, at the end of the road, the servant heard the sound of words; therefore the servant ran here."

"Where do people go berserk?" ask Sutan Mahmud.

"Either! The guard does not know either" replied Sutan Hamzah. "Well, you stay here, for I am going to go check on this observation."

"Ah no, Mahmud! Let them kill there. What do you care?" said princess Rubiah.

"Can't be. A Head of State must know and check this; especially if the observation occurs in the village of the servant," replied Sutan Mahmud.

"More love to your rank than to your soul?" ask Rubiah's daughter anyway.

"Ah, don't worry! Not necessarily dead."

"If in the grip of the Kakanda there is an observation, while Kakanda is not there, surely Kakanda can be a bad name," said Sutan Hamzah meddling in this conversation.

Because no one was restrained apparently by Rubiah's daughter by her brother's intentions, he said, "Alright, but be careful to take care of yourself! Rank can be sought, but life cannot be spliced and bring Daddy's heirloom keris big luck."

"Well," replied Sutan Mahmud, "where is he?"

"Wait!" utri Rubiah said, then went into his room.

Soon the daughter of Rubiah came out with an old keris, wrapped in white cloth, and gave it to Sutan Mahmud: "Hamzah, close the door and stay here! Take good care of the house!"

Saying so, Sutan Mahmud came out, and went down and jumped on his bow, which went forth at that time.