Siti Nurbaya Kasih Tak Until

Episode 4

Although this mountain is basically a place of sadness and sorrow, but because the view above the peak is very beautiful, it is made, it is a place of play. The road goes up the stairs, so that in the rainy season, it can also be climbed easily.

At its top was a tall flagpole. On every Sunday, the flag flutters at the end of this pole. Near the flagpole, made a round arbor house, enough with benches and tables, where to release tired.

Will cool the hot body because of climbing, do also swing, windy place, change the fan. All these are guarded and cleansed by the punitive.

For this reason, every Sunday, this place is visited by those who want to walk the path of pleasure and health, while bringing food and drinks.

When Nurbaya and her friends reached the middle of the mountain, on a steep climb, she said while looking for a large stone seat, "Good steps; if there is a vehicle that can be ridden up this!"

"Hows it? Not half way, already tired," said Arifin, while opening his clothes, will release the heat that came out of his body.

"If my bones were as big as yours, I wouldn't say that" replied the Nurbaya.

"Ha, on my trumpet now comes the time, I will tell you, how the origin of the crowd in my house last night, because I saw you all shouting, because of fatigue," said Arifm.

"Yes, yes," answered Bakhtiar, "begin!"

"Okay, listen and pay attention really!" arifin said, then said, "When I said my words, I was with my parents in the back porch, about to eat.

We were very surprised, because the sound of the words came from the guardhouse, which was not far from our house. My father then jumped out of his chair and shouted at his opinion, "Saban, tell him to put a bendi!" then he entered his room and changed his clothes.

In a moment, he came out, and shouted, buttoning his shirt, "Have you, Saban?"

"Already, Engku," replied this opas.

My father came down and said to my mother, "Get in and shut the door!"

My mother, who was apparently very surprised, was unable to say anything, just, "Be careful!" when he saw my father coming down.

"Don't worry!" answered my father, then jumped on his object.

So we stayed with the Tray, for the horseman was not at home. The frogs sounded louder and louder, so we grew more and more afraid. So my mother told me to close the door and the window, and we went into the room.

Out of fear, we do not remember our hunger.

"Yes, right," said Samsu, "We are at home as well; only three of us are single. My dad hasn't been home since five o'clock. If there is anything, how can you fight?

It was fortunate that Nurbaya's father came to my house, saying we had nothing to fear, because the sighting was far away. And again if there's anything he's coming soon."

"That is what worries my heart" said Arifin, "for indeed the man who holds the job of our father is more his enemy than his friend.

Although I tried to get rid of my fear by saying this and that to my mother or reading a book, but the horror was not about to leave my mind; it was special because sometimes there was a noise on the road.

Suddenly the sound of the frogs grew louder, as he was about to declare, there was another who struck the berserk. For two hours we were in fear and about eleven o'clock, then began to lack the sound of the words.

Not long ago, this sound disappeared, until the scene became silent. At that time, it was a bit lost fear of me, because I knew the berserk would have been captured. But my father hasn't come home yet.

My eyes began to sleep, and I could not figure out if I fell asleep in the chair. My mother, on my trumpet, could not close her eyes, for thinking of my father, was afraid that he might be wretched."

"Indeed the police work is very dangerous," replied Samsu, "and often times we are hostile to people."

"But if we are good with the son of the land" said Bakhtiar, "cook his enemies."

"Of course he likes it more than people who are bad to them. But even so, they are still hated.

There is also a way, so that no one is hostile, namely: the guilty should not be arrested, do not be punished and sorted all his will; for even though how severe or light their guilt, they are punished, of course, they do not like.

And if executed also punishment, of course they will hold a grudge in his heart. It is also special that a person who is punished is a high-born or rich, and who punishes, most people."

"Then we are called no officer, but one who does not keep his oaths and promises, one who deceives the Government or one who eats a blind salary or a salary thief.

If we know the Government of our behavior, of course we will be fired from our jobs" said Arifin.

"How shall it be according to the will of all men? While the will of two opposite people, again can not be obeyed.

For example, a man who does not like to be violated is built near his house, because it is too noisy he said; but the person next to his house, who violently holds religion, asks to be violated it is done there, he said, it is easy to go to worship.

How much can according to these two opposite preferences?"

"It can't be" replied Samsu. "Indeed to an employee, such a thing as the saying goes: Like meeting the fruit of the mala kamo). Eaten, die father, not eaten, die mother. Which one to choose?"

"If it were me, I might not have eaten the fruit" said Bakhtiar.

"So you seem to love your father more than your mother" Nurbaya said.

*) Fruit of parables, which are only in proverbs

"It is not so, Nur," answered Bakhtiar, "if things are dear, I certainly love my mother more than my father, because my mother likes to give me cakes, but my father likes to give me temples. And on my race, the pastries are better than the paste.

But if my father dies, my mother cannot seek life as my father. It is true that she can be married, but the cooking of my stepfather will love me like my real father. So how will I be? Can I continue my studies?"

"Well, but if your father married anyway, after your mother died, how?" ask Nurbaya.

"It's okay, because my father is still there, who can help me" replied Bakhtiar.

"If your stepmother loves you; but if she hates you, as often as it happens in our land, she will be nurtured by your father, until your father hates you. Hows it? Mak is missing, I hate.

However, if your mother is still alive, even though she cannot help you or she is married anyway, unfortunately it remains with you. He cannot be shaken.

Is it not said in the proverb: Dear father to his son throughout the defeat, so there is a stop, but dear mother to her son along the way, undecided."

"Yes, you said that, Nur," answered Bakhtiar with concern apparently, as if banar would happen to him: "Best of all, let me not meet the bastard, and let my mothers live until I have a job, which can give me life."

"Actually the person who is an employee of the Government," said Samsu, as if to remove the unpleasant memory from the heart of Bakhtiar, "in his work must be able to do himself like a machine, he said, who really does and does all that he has to do.

That is to say, without looking, no pity, no bias, can not be tempted by money or gifts and so on."

"But is there such a person?" ask Arifin.

"In a hundred, it is rare for one to be," replied Samsu. "Because it's so hard."

"If so what is the reason, then there are still many people who want to work at the police station? There is also no salary, even if he has to dress appropriately, come to his place of work.

After a few years, then get 5 or 10 rupiah aid money and a few years later, then appointed as a clerk. Finally, if you are old, then you can be a police minister or a prosecutor" asked Arifin. "The reason is there are various.

Some work as a matter of fact because they want to find life with no other purpose. That's what's good.

But there are also those who look at the rank, because in his figure, when he has become an officer, have lived his rank with the dignity and fear of people. Other than that he can also do as he pleases to his countrymen.

But my trump is such a man, the one who is not looked upon and respected.

If he is a man who has been looked upon and respected by people, he will no longer desire views and honor, and he will not be troubled, wasted money, nor will he, to obtain that rank and glory; special also, for in this case, it is not the person but his rank that is honored and glorified.

Therefore, we often see, while in rank, highly respected and glorified people, but when it has stopped, no one will be taken care of anymore.

The best of honor and glory do not arise from power, but from a holy heart, because of our own good.

There are also people who are indeed with evil intent, seeking rank, because they know that rank is great power; thus quick and easy to obtain all its means. But this kind of thought is only in those who are not straight in heart.

Those who understand, will know, that his power is nothing more than the power of his countrymen and his rank is actually lower than the rank of a man who does not eat a salary.

Because this man is free, may do as he pleases, need not obey orders, for he receives no reward. If he is guilty that punishes not the officer but the law as well.

The employee is only a person who is paid by the Government, to run something of power, which is innocent, certainly can not be punished straight. Fortunately, none of the officers did that. Many are solely with good intentions holding jobs.

And indeed, much good can be done to them, because of that power." "Ah, I have no regard for honor, power, and rank" answered Bakhtiar suddenly, "as long as I have enough money, any work I do not heed.

May one call a porters to me, provided he has a sufficient salary."

"Let's not have a shortage of cookies, right? Called the ghost of the cake is okay," said Arifm while laughing disturbing his best friend.

"Everything else you seek in this world, other than pleasure and pleasure? Do you study now with the intention that you will then have trouble?" reply Bakhtiar.

"Of course not" said Samsu, who apparently wanted to spread his two friends, who seemed to be hostile. "But where does your story live, Arifin? Try continuing!"

"Right, but what is better is that we continue on this journey, because if we still stop here, until the day of the apocalypse we will not get to the top. On the road I'll tell that story."

These four young men are also climbing. After a long while they climbed up the road, Arifin said, "How long have I slept, I was surprised to wake up, because I heard the voice of people saying, "Don't say much!

I'll hit you in the head until you can't move anymore!"

Then the whole body trembled, for in my trumpet it must be the voice of the berserker who had captured my bachelor, so that it would be easy to do his evil intentions to us.

Special anyway, because when it was heard the sound of people going up the stairs of my house, then knocking on the door, telling open the door. For fear of me, I do not know what I am going to do.

Even though I was about to stand looking for a weapon, I would defend myself and my mother, against that person but could not because my feet were heavy, as glued to the floor. When I was about to shout for help, my voice did not come out, because my neck felt like it was strangled by people.

Fortunately my mother dared to ask, "Who is that?"

"Me" replied from the outside.

Although it was apparently my father's voice, my mother did not believe it either, because she asked, "Who am I?"

..."Engku Hop (hoofd), rich man," answered my father's opas....

It was then true to me that my father was outside.

But it seems true that my father came in. When he saw that I was still watching, he asked, "Hi, haven't slept?"

"Not yet, Father," I answered, "for fear, so drowsiness disappears." "Thou shalt be a great hulubalang" said my father with a smile, and told him to put up his office lights. After eating, check the monitoring matter earlier. "This is where I see the berserk."

"How does it look?" ask Nurbaya.

"Ah, as a normal person. His nose is one, his eyes are two" replied Arifin.

"Yes, sure. But I don't mean that; is it like a criminal or is it like a good person, old or young, a married person or someone else in the country?" nurbaya said.

"On my trumpet the nation of gamblers but still young. His hands were shackled, his clothes were torn and covered in blood, his face was pale, his body was trembling and his eyes were twirling, as still angry," Arifin replied with a sinister voice.

"Hi! How scared I would be, if I saw such a person," said Nurbaya, shrinking her body, because of the standing fur of her romance.

"Indeed, I didn't dare to get close either. Afraid in case his lust came to rage and could be broken his shackles."

"Yes, but if there's no knife, how about a rampage?" accuse Bakhtiar of mocking Arifin.

"With hands and teeth, as you raged pastries," answered Arifin with a laugh, for he could also disturb his friend.

"Whose person was it and what was it, and he did it?" asked Nurbaya, as to extinguish the Bakhtiar dispute with Arifin.

"He was the son of Sawahan village. The origin of the fight, gambling. For he lost so much, his eyes darkened" said Arifin, with no heed to his friend, Bakhtiar who scrunched his forehead.

"How many people did he talk to?" ask Samsu.

"Two people; one died, because he hit his chest; the other was severely injured in his head, and was taken to the hospital."

"Pity!" nurbaya.

"What's the reason, so long ago he was caught?" ask Samsu anyway.

"For at first he fled to hide himself, and when he was about to be arrested, he resisted. But because many people are hunting him, so he can also be equated," replied Arifin. "After it was examined by my father, the berserk was constantly taken to prison."

"How does that decision seem?" ask Nurbaya.

"On my trump, the berserk will be sentenced to exile, at least ten years," replied Arifin.

"Your aura!" thus the voice of Bakhtiar's cheer suddenly, "we have arrived."

Verily the four young men, unfeeling, were near the top of Mount Padang, for the flagpole and the rest house there were seen.

Not long after that, Nurbaya threw herself on a bench, in this rest house, saying, "Finally until we come!"'

"Originally patient, confident and confident, of course to an eternal purpose" answered Bakhtiar slowly, as a pious man.

"But if you don't work for yourself, how?" ask Arifin who is still against Bakhtiar. "May Master come here, if no one goes first? Can this almighty Master teach the Quran, if it is not learned first?

And can you be a tambour, for the stomach is not filled first with pastries, but with patience, confidence and trust?"

"Ah, with you there is no conversation; it is better that I go there," said Bakhtiar with his tongue and left the rest house, going to the cradle.

"Yes, go over there and talk with the woods! Of course, there is no cancellation of your words, because he is not good at answering. Thus, you may say as you please, but alone, as one .. hm," said Arifin, and go elsewhere.

At that time Samsulbahri was still standing, apparently looking to the east, then turning his head slowly to the north and finally to the west.

He thought of himself as no one near his friends, but far behind a high mountain, beyond the deep sea.

It was as if a voice were whispering in his ear, so: "Samsulbahri, look and look, and be attentive by you, this land of your birth, the place of your blood, for there shall be no more time for you to depart from all; to go far into the land of men, to walk not for a day or two, even months and years.

Who knows, perhaps you cannot return home, for the fate of every creature upon the earth is in the hand of God, and his life is as dependent upon a thread of silk, delicate and fragile, so that sometimes even a gentle breeze can break the per-hanger rope."

Whether such thoughts, whether the beauty of the mountain top scenery that gives the young man's heart, can not be seen in the moping water of his face, as containing the joy of grief.

Indeed, the view on Mount Padang is very beautiful, because from there, there is a real meeting between land and the sea, as a line: white stretching from the foot of Mount Padang to the north, and, through the winding road, which sometimes far out into the sea, so that it happened in some places, on the right-left of these headlands, the beautiful bay.

In some places, apparently the seafront line as a jiggle, caused by the waves, which break on the beach that cause white foam color. The one who trawled the fish, looks like ants swarming here and there.

How beautiful it seems that the relationship of land and sea, the two things that make this world, but the very different colors, properties, things, and contents.

To the west and north there is a very wide and flat field, which is bluish in color and which in some places is encrusted by small islands, which are lined with them, from north to south, it is as if a very large lake, which has a white sky on the west side.

In the guess of the earth experts, the islands were long ago, related to the island of Sumatra. Due to the collapse at the bottom of the ocean, the nexus sank, leaving behind several islands.

To the east, the green-colored land, full of coconut trees and other trees, looks like a very large garden like.

In some places there are fir trees and tall catapults, as they extend their tops from the many coconut trees, so as to catch the wind and sunlight.

Here and there looks the roof of the house red or white color, as a peek. Only in the part that is close to the foot of Mount Padang that many houses and streets are lined, parallel to the Arau river.

Far to the east, the large garden is lined by mountains that cover the island of Sumatra, namely part of Bukit Barisan which is located in the middle of the island of Sumatra, Sumatra, it extends from the northwest to the southeast.

On the northeast and north sides, there are several high mountain peaks, as the end of the fence post.

Among these peaks, behind the white clouds, there is a peak of Mount Merapi in Padang Panjang, which sometimes seems visible smoke billowing upwards, when the weather is very bright.

Even in the east, all the creatures that inhabit the land will find life and pleasure, in the west there will be nothing else to gain from danger and death.

Similarly, the opposite if brought all those who inhabit the west, to the east, will certainly soon be until the end. To the east can be man on the ground, but to the west will pass him to the bottom of the sea.

After a long time Samsulbahri pensive like that, suddenly surprised him, as an awakener rather than his sleep, because he felt his shoulders held people from behind and heard the voice of Nurbaya say, "What do you see, Sam?"

"Ah, no, Nur," answered Samsu, "the vision here is indeed very beautiful: Look at the coconut trees, there is almost nothing in between. Look at that green distant hill to the east!

And look at the waterfront of Pariaman, Tiku, and Air Bangis, which sheds light to the north."

"Yes, it is beautiful" replied Nurbaya. "Only in the sea is lacking a view. Where is Pandan Island, and where is Goose Dua Island?"

"That is, far away, the island of Pandan, and the one here, the island of Goose Two," said Samsu, while pointing at the two islands that lined up were located on the front and the other side at the back.

"So actually as in the pantun.

Pandan Island is far in the middle, though,

behind the island of Goose Two,"

nurbaya said.

"It's true" replied Samsu. "But how is that pantun connection?" ask Samsu.

"Ah, cooking you don't know. Don't: Turtles in a boat, pretending to be ignorant" said Nurbaya.

"Actually the pantun is an old pantun, which thus sounds:

Pandan Island is far in the middle, though,

behind the island of Goose Dua,

Destroyed body in the soil bladder,

to be well remembered."

samsu said anyway. "But by young people now converted into:

Pandan Island is far in the middle;

behind the island of Goose Dua,

Crushed my body in the soil,

the light of your eyes I remember."

"Yes, of course, so is it; what is the will that will," replied Nuibaya.

Though he said so, but in his heart the fruit of this bened up a thought; it was only he had not seen it, and he had turned his face to the ground and asked, "That lofty mountain, what mountain is it called?"

"Mountain of Merapi, my trumpet," replied Samsu.

"The Merapi Mountains near Padang Panjang?" ask Nurbaya.

"Yes, between Bukit Tinggi and Padang Panjang," replied Samsu. "And do you know the pantun associated with the city of Padang Panjang?"

..."No," replied Nurbaya, with a slightly thumping heart....

"Look," said Samsu.

"Padang Panjang is encircled in a hill, the,

the hill is encircled in teak wood,

Love is not a little, though,

from the mouth to the heart."