The Perfect Art

Episode 17 Night Knowledge

Two days had passed, but Grandpa was still upset. Either because of the actions of a child named Galih who is very annoying or the carelessness of Joko who carries the text of the play.

"Aah!! My head was dizzy thinking about that incident. Why the hell, Joko brought that text?? If it's not going to be gini." grumbled Grandpa in his study in the office.

"Wait.. Not only because of the text, but also Joko's desire to learn puppets. Why does he have to be a dhalang anyway?? A lot of work. Equally an art field, he can study photography, learn about painting, or be a musician, it's better for his future. Kok work so dhalang, there is no quality. What the hell is good to be dhalang, lha wong does not matter either." he chatted again.

Soon the door of the room opened. The culprit didn't knock on the door or say hello. Mr. Abirawa was upset and now more upset that a man of his age, who was smoking a klobot cigarette with smoke billowing, entered without excuse.

"Abi, how are you my friend?? It's been a long time since I've seen you." said the man, exhaling a thick smoke from his cigarette.

Grandfather simply fell silent and stared irritatedly at the old man.

"You want to??" bargain the old man while giving a pack of complete cigarette klobot with matches.

I haven't tried it for a long time, yha ngrokok again ngapa lah, mumpung free too. Inner Grandpa.

He took one cigarette and brought it to life. Then enjoying each suction, it calmed his mind enough.

The old man smiled at his friend who was enjoying the souvenirs he brought.

The atmosphere in the room became quiet. There was only the sound of the wall clock and the faint sound of the commotion of office employees who were busy with their respective affairs. The room was already filled with cigarette smoke, but the two friends who had not met for a long time were still busy with their own thoughts.

"Why did you come here?? How do you know this is my office??" asked Grandfather to break the silence of the atmosphere.

"I just missed you. It's been a long time since we've been together with gini, right?? I'm yha kangen when we practice first. After all you gave me this office address." replied the old man. "Didn't you miss the training moments in Mangkunegaran Temple?? And why don't you call me by my name, Abi??" ask the old man.

"I've buried that memory Wir, if you bring that up again, you better go!!" replied Grandpa indifferently.

"It turns out you still have those dark memories yha?? Abi.. Abi.. Those memories won't make you die, there's no harm in remembering them for a moment. Don't remember the bad, but remember the beautiful things we've been through." explained the old man at length.

"Yha, with leres mas. Memories are not all bad." (gengan leres mas :you are right mas) Grandpa replied with a smile.

"Hahaha, kowe stuffed the lightness of Mbah Cakrik nesu-nesu against you nugelne wilahan?? 'Gondo!! Kancamu iki kandanana, saron sing ditugelne kuwi khi forbidden.' Kowe continues to cry. Yes ta?? Huaha."

Grandfather began to remember his time during training at Mangkunegaran Temple. He smiled amusedly considering the event where he broke the bronze saron (tone) which was quite expensive.

Their conversation continued and became very exciting. Their laughter filled the workspace, even sounding out and surprising some employees.

"Whom is the big man laughing with??" ask a worker to his friend

"I don't know." replied his friend

"I saw a man his age enter his room without permission, maybe he was his friend" said another employee

"Ah better we work, than scolded by the boss." suggested another friend.

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It was late afternoon, the conversation between the two friends who had not met for a long time had ended and now Grandpa was home. His heart is still very happy, until it is not aware that he is suluk-abur Gathotkaca. Grandfather's extremely thunderous voice rang out all the way to the back room.

Joko who was cool watching tv was shocked. I'm not surprised if there is someone who suluk-aburan, his favorite, plus it is the voice of Grandpa.

"That's Grandpa's voice?? For what?? Seriously??" joko said in astonishment and immediately peeked into the main room.

Sure enough in the main room Grandpa was engrossed in magic while playing Gathotkaca puppet. Joko is really in disbelief, Grandpa is playing puppets and magic?? A very rare moment. But by accident, Joko nudges the gebyog very hard and makes noise. Grandfather immediately stopped suluk and approached Joko who was in pain because his right elbow nudged the teak wood gebyog.

Joko just gaped and grimaced in pain because her elbow was indeed like being broken right now. Grandpa is very worried and decides to call his best friend, Ki Gondo Pawiro, to go to his house and Grandpa takes Joko to his room. Soon Mbah Gondo, as he called it, came and immediately treated Joko's elbow.

"Hmm, how can I nyenggol gebyog ta Le, even though the gebyognya diem aja." said Mbah Gondo while massaging Joko's right arm.

"Wau, eldest brother Mbah. Kula was shocked to continue mboten deliberately nyikut gebyog." (So, Grandpa suluk Mbah. I was shocked that I accidentally nenggenggol gebyog) replied Joko while grimacing because of enduring the pain.

"Oh.. Haha, what a shock??" ask Mbah Gondo again.

Joko just nodded and Grandpa smiled.

"Joko, actually this Grandpa used to be a barrier" said Grandpa.

Joko nodded as if in disbelief.

"Yes.. How is the story.." Grandpa is confused now.

"Honey was your grandfather's soul mate. From your age your grandfather has been performing everywhere, just like you. He's even the senior of your teacher, Ki Manteb. Your grandfather, me and Ki Manteb, we were a squad first, but since then it's no longer." Mbah Gondo explained.

"What happened to Mbah??" ask Joko astonishment.

"Let your Kakung tell the story." replied Mbah Gondo.

Grandfather sighed and said, "First while training at Mangkunegaran Temple, Grandfather had a rival. He seems to hate Grandpa too, hating me a lot. Yha Grandpa used to be a favorite student and a pinter student." explained Grandpa.

"Pinter put on a lot. Suluk, squealing, shabbiness, memorization, no one can nandingin." by Mbah Gondo.

"Wow, seirus?? Eh seriously??" ask Joko astonished.

"Yha that's it.. Continuing at the end of the year there must be some kind of final semester exam, well in the previous semesters Grandpa must be the champion of the class that term. Then in the final exam of the fifth semester if it's not wrong, Grandpa was banned." explained Grandpa again.

Joko was very surprised and became even more curious.

"Disantet, the shape is useful. Yha is used, if the suluk sound suddenly mblero, even though if singing is fitting-fitting tone. Equally kinanthinya, if dijadiin suluk must be mblero, but if dita diembangne ordinary yha aja. Your grandfather was so weird." added Mbah Gondo.

"Before the strange incident, Grandpa played to his house, his rival, the grandfather. There drinking coffee items, it tastes really bitter said Mbah Gondo, but if the coffee Grandpa just used to taste. The Mbah Gondo samples tried my coffee and it was also bitter.. But if I'm drinking, sweet, delicious tree." explained Grandpa

"In addition to the magic that mblero, your grandfather also became nervous and lack of concentration. Wis tase dadi bedo was and eventually became the negative spotlight of many people. Some suspect that your grandfather used to use candelabra and so on, when only then did your Grandfather know the rich sciences so. Your grandfather was a Le religious scholar, he studied wayang for shiar as well." added Mbah Gondo

"As time goes by, grandfather's condition gets worse. Throat becomes sore, hoarse voice, the body often lemes, sickly. It lasted for ten years, so from the age of 20 to 30 years. As long as you have 2 children, your late father and your bulik, have not healed, even worse. Grandpa was completely paralyzed, could not go anywhere, could not do anything, could only sleep. Months.." explained Grandpa.

"Your grandfather knows that if he can heal, he will not stay, forever.. Even his grandchildren will not be able to be dhalang. Lha ndilalah shaman rivalnya your grandfather was killed by a man who had a long grudge, then rivalnya Your grandfather also died attacked by a tiger in the forest and until now his body was not found. Starting from the day of their death your grandfather gradually improved and managed to recover, then according to his promise, your Grandfather will not stop again and all his descendants should not be a dhalang." concluded Mbah Gondo.

"But why am I still allowed to be a dhalang?? Aren't I also Grandpa's descendant??" ask Joko.

"Joko's granddaughter, grandfather's flesh and blood, and grandfather's descendants. Previously grandfather had forbidden Joko from becoming a dhalang and sure enough, problem after problem popping up right?? But because of Ki Gondo Pawiro, dear grandfather's best friend, hehe. Grandfather realized that you are the successor to the ideals of grandfather who had broken up, so grandfather hope you still want to be a dhalang, continue the giprah grandfather. Grandpa also apologized for always being rude to you, Joko. Sorry grandpa yha.." said Grandpa.

Joko was moved to hear his Grandfather's words, without a second thought, Joko immediately hugged his Grandfather and cried bitterly. Mbah Gondo just smiled and was proud of his best friend.

Finally, after all this time, you've healed. You should have learned Abi, don't think of dark things as bad memories, but think of them as mistakes you'll never repeat. A deep wound is painful and takes a long time to heal, but if you just let it go it will never heal. Take good care, admit it if it really hurts, then treat, tell your grievances to people you trust, then slowly the wound will heal. Inner Mbah Gondo.

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