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18. Enjang Anjejawah Sonten.

A puzzle in Javanese that is usually used to propose to a woman. Meaning, njaluk rabbi (requesting marriage).

Ngebun-bun \= morning dew, in Javanese is called awun meaning nyuwun (ask)

Anjejawah sonten \= rainy afternoon time which in Javanese is called rarabi, interpreted rabbi (marital)

Source: Pranoto Adicoro book (introduction to events in Javanese).

...❤That idiot, women are good for good men, and vice versa. Good men for good women.❤...

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Dark skies enthroned with stars circling the crescent moon, brightly lit like a painting of nature. The sound of crickets into melodies broke the silence of the early morning hours. Cold air enters through the fissures of the house vents, calling forth rome feathers.

When everyone was still sleeping wrapped in blankets, in a joglo house that is usually quiet, now a boisterous sound was heard. The whole house is busy. The kitchen becomes crowded, the living room is cleaned and arranged neatly, the sintru barrier between the living room and the living room is moved. Carpets are held, covering the wooden floor, prepared to receive guests.

In the cramped kitchen, the women cook the dishes for the banquet later. There was a chiffon cake that had just been removed from the electric oven, a savory smell of cheese wafted out, filling the entire room. There is misoa dough that has just matured and is poured into a baking pan, allowed to solidify.

Credit photo by. Specooks.

A pot perched on the stove, as soon as the lid was opened, hot steam poured out, rising to the ceiling. Banana leaf packets in the form of a tum (a special form of food packaging from banana leaves) are put in a pot to be steamed.

 “Already all, Ma'am?” The middle-aged woman whose face was still auspicious and energetic - Riani - returned the look in its original place, after all the parcels were put into the steamer pan.

“Sampun, Mum.” (Already, Mom.) Answer the woman who is tidying up the rest of the banana leaves, mbak Sayumi.

“Bunda really complicated. Stay cool, easy, no need to bother cooking big like this.” Grumpy woman who had been sitting on a chair while sorting out the kitchen spices, Aneesha.

“This rare event, should be welcomed with joy. When else can you cook with your daughters who now have their own lives?” Riani rubbed Aneesha's shoulder as she passed by, to put the coral pudding into the refrigerator.

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“Kakak from earlier mengedumel continued, mending sleep again, Kak!” Jenar who was pouring flour in her brother's sticky container. It has become a habit of the two brothers to ridicule each other when they are together. But if far away must miss each other.

“If you are tired of sleeping again, Sha.” Riani sits between her two daughters, rubbing Aneesha's head affectionately, “still often nauseous?”

“Still, Nda. Every morning waking up must be nauseous, especially if the smell of rice. Ih!” Aneesha answered, shaking her hands and twitching her nose.

“Pity of your child, pregnant even so skinny. What do you eat if you cannot eat rice?”

“Yes, anything but rice anyway. Vegetables, fruit, bread, sweet potatoes, potatoes, meatballs, chicken noodles, all can enter as long as not rice.”

Jenar laughs until he closes his mouth with the back of his hand, “bakso same chicken noodles never miss, huh, Kak?” He knew that his brother liked to eat meatballs and chicken noodles the most.

“You're diligent in checking with the doctor, right, Sha?” the Mother asked seriously, with worried eyes.

“Sure, dong, Nda. Reyfan always wants a control schedule to the doctor, so never late.”

“Good if that is so. Mother is afraid you lack nutrition because vomiting continues.”

“Quiet, Nda. Kan, there is mbak Dini same mbak Nur as well. So Neesha a lot of that is ngrawat.” Aneesha grimaced showing her teeth.

“Alhamdulillah ...,” Riani switch staring at her second daughter, “oya, Deck. Have you prayed isikharoh?” Jenar nodded, making Riani ask again, “have known the answer?”

“Yes times, Nda, don't know the answer yet? It has been so far preparation, yes time does not know the answer. Must have known, yes, Dek?” Aneesha.

The attractor scrunched up his chin, as if thinking. He replied after picking up a few eggs, “True don't know if it includes answers, omens or not. But for three days in a row Jenar had the same dream.”

Riani and Aneesha looked at Jenar seriously, “what is it?”

“True dream of seeing a banana tree.”

Now Riani and Aneesha look at each other not understanding. Then mbak Sayumi said while stirring the rice that was being diliwet, “that means good, Mbak. The banana tree, right, can be used all. The heart can be cooked, the fruit can be eaten, the leaves can be wrapped in food, even the pellets are also useful."

“Perhaps the intent of Jenar's dream is about Ghufron who will benefit the crowd, is that it? Or later if Ghufron married Jenar their life would be more useful. Is that?” Riani explained the implied intent of Sayumi's mother's words.

“I think so, Bu.” Sayumi's mother joined three other women of the generation, helping Aneesha sort out the kitchen spices.

“But ... that banana tree, kan-” Riani cut her sentence, momentarily thinking. His two children and mother Sayumi was impatient to wait, but he also did not continue the sentence. Even move while shaking your head.

“Banana tree why, Nda?” Ask Jenar to know.

Riani looked at Jenar with a smile, “no pa-pa, Dek. Mother thinks Ghufron is a good ghost candidate. Dad likes him instantly.”

Jenar smiled shyly while looking down, it made Aneesha want to tease him. Aneesha dipped her fingers on wheat flour, then applied it on the top of her sister's nose. Causing Jenar to scream in surprise while rubbing her nose.

“Kakak, what the fuck, anyway?”

“Cie ... cie ... to apply ...” Aneesha is more excited about teasing her sister.

A red gush spread from the neck to the entire face of Jenar, heating up could not be hidden anymore. But the girl could still avenge her brother's taunts. He dipped his fingers in wheat flour, then rubbed it on Aneesha's forehead. Instantly war mutual makeup flour flour occurs.

“Yes! Big brother's forehead dirty!”

“Biarin, who used to start,” ledek Jenar while sticking out his tongue.

“Awas, yes! Wait for sister's retaliation!”

The once peaceful narrow kitchen is now boisterous. Riani looked at her two daughters while shaking her head. His children are all grown up, but there's still time they turn out to be kids again. In his heart he berTO’a may Alloh always bestow happiness for his family.

The three adult men who were shocked heard a noise coming from the front room. But instantly the facial expression turned amused when he saw what was going on.

Fares pointed to the place where his two daughters were rubbing wheat flour on each other's faces, saying to his favorite son-in-law, “see them! there is no adult side at all. Though one stomach bulges, one already wants to be proposed."

“Like father, like daughter, huh?” Answer Reyfan. Then the two laughed together. Laughing at two humans who messed up the kitchen.

Among the three adult men was only one who was not interested in seeing the funny behavior of two brothers. His expression was flat, even turning his face away while muttering only to himself, “basic little boy!”

The commotion was still going on in the kitchen, the sound of cheerful laughter echoing through the early morning silence. Sayup-sayup heard the morning azan reverberating from the mosque loudspeakers. Berahutan calls each other to move away from the dispute. Fulfill duty as a servant.

Ashollatukhairu minna na….

Slowly but surely the signs of life began to wriggle. Slacking lazily, shaking off the blanket that rolled up the body, the Muslims went to the mosque. As a sign of obedience to the commandment of Allah.

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“Pay tukon sisan ora, Ri?” (Paying your dowry, Ri?)

Mbah uti sat in the dining room, watching everyone who was preparing a banquet. After finishing arranging the event venue, Fares picked up Mbah Uti, of course with Pakdhe Teguh and budhe Sari. It has become a habit, large families will gather every important point. Including Dito and his family who came from Jogja.

“Mboten, Mom. Saweg nebung kalih exchange rings, dereng pay tukon.” Riani answered while arranging the food on the plates. (No, Ma. New proposal same fiance, has not paid dowry.)

“Lha nopo kok ora sisan? Nek wes pierced, lak yo ayem.” (Why not all of you? If there is a bond, it is calm.)

“Lare taseh sami college, Mom. Kersane passed rumiyen.” (She's still in college, ma'am. Let's pass first.)

“Mungale kedah kacek a year in your lap hajat riyen, Bu.” (Say it has to be a year more than it used to be, ma'am) Sari interjected, recalling the advice of mbah Uti when he married his daughter first.

“Lha iyo's. Ngrabike kids, ojo scavenged. Most ora kacek a year, ben anter.” (lha yes. Marry children, do not be shaken. At least a year apart, let there be a pause.)

Mbah Uti mangosteen, justifies. Living in java is so. There are many myths that have developed in society. Although it is just a myth, many people believe. The origin is not excessive, and the origin should not erode the trust in the SWT Alloh.

“Indeed why can't we be together, Mbah? Why should it be a year difference?” The neat Jenar took a seat next to Mbah Uti. He was rather critical when talking about myths.

Jenar's face is usually plain, today looks sweet with a flawless makeup polish. His thin lips were wiped with a pink lipstick, the area under the eyes was decorated with a wedge that was slightly thicker than usual. The girl's face seemed to glow today.

“Wong biyen ki longko money, dadi ora enough yen kakang-adi rabbi together. Dikaceki a year, ben kedeng paddy field e harvest, kedeng duwe money meneh. Jalarane ngono.” Mbah uti. (It used to be rare for people to have money, so it's not enough for sisters to marry together. Dication pause one year so that the rice fields harvest first, so as to have money. Reason is like that.)

“Swimming, Deck. If the mother and father are less money for your marriage, sister help. So don't wait a year, you can marry.” Aneesha had just come from the direction of the kitchen, carrying two large dishes containing fried misoa that had just ripened.

“Hust! Don't underestimate your father!” Riani took out two dishes from Aneesha's hand while shaking her head and giving a disapproving look. “As long as we don't mind, what's wrong with following custom. Genar and Ghufron were in no hurry. Yes, right, Dek?”

Jenar nodded in agreement, taking a piece of fried misoa whose aroma tickled the sense of smell. “Bismillah,” he bit the misoa is still hot, “we have agreed, will not marry before the Ghufron pass.”

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“Why, anyway, the Javanese mostly believe the same myth.” Aneesha said half a grumble.

“If you're private, anyway, as long as we don't mind doing it, why not? Usually the myth relates to what the old people did. Aren't we taught to be parents? So if you don't mind, yes, just do it.”

“Ah! Mother, that is, deh.”

“lho, really, right? For example, there is a myth that pregnant people should not eat ice, as long as they do not mind, do not eat ice. Unless the myth is not to eat rice, it just does not need to be followed. Guaranteed hunger and malnutrition later.” Everyone laughed at Riani.

“Eh! But that's not a myth, you know, Nda.” Jenar interrupts laughter, “if eating ice is not recommended for pregnant women. Ice that Jenar means ice that contains a lot of glucose, such as starchy ice, mixed ice, syrup ice. Pregnant women, right, should not consume excessive glucose.”

“Well, there's a real myth, right? So not all myths are wrong, we are only good at sorting and choosing. Which one to work on, which one to leave.”

Just as Riani finished her sentence, there was a bustling sound from outside the house. Hara, who this time wearing a long-sleeved batik shirt dominated by black, was flocked to the dining room.

“Guests have arrived, please go ahead,” he said flat. Riani and Sari were holding Mbah uti, with them walking slowly towards the living room.

In the yard of a house that was used by a broomstick, some people came out of two cars that had just turned off the engine. Friendly smiles, handshakes and greetings, became a reprimand greeting that was greeted with joy. The sign of their arrival was received with open arms.

The door of the house is opened wider, allowing guests to enter. At least four men and three women brought a lot as a gift from the host.

Hara, Nanda and Sari receive a hand, bringing it into the interior of the house. The words of pleasantries as a welcome speech were also spoken, starting the introductory part between two families who have now sat down on the carpet. As already arranged, female and male guests sat separately, on the right and left sides.

“Ngaturi sugeng sedoyo?” (But good news, everything).* As usual, Pakdhe Teguh as the elder in the extended family said the welcoming preface.

“Pangestu sak kunduripun.” (Okay, on the contrary.) Answer the guests almost simultaneously.

“Nyuwun price soaking griyo wanci nopo?” (What time did you ask from home?)

“Kolo wau tabuh songo.” (So nine o'clock.)

“Aalhamdulillah's. Pharyngeal fluent mboten enten alangan menopo chemawon.” (Given smoothness without any obstruction.)

“Pangestunipun.” (Blessing do'anya.)

Then Jenar was swept by Aneesha and Sari came out, walking on her knees to greet the female guests. Then sat down next to Riani, with the women.

Plates of dishes with various types are arranged from inside the house. It is placed in the middle of the carpet, along with the tea that still emits hot steam. The aroma of tea and various types of dishes mixed with cigarette smoke smoked by the fathers. Being a special dish of celebration events held in the village.

There are lowo ear packs (awug-awug), misoa, cheese cake chiffon, coral pudding, and snacks in the jar. Such as chopping, tempe chips and banana chips. A dish to welcome guests.

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The murmurs slowly, half whispering over time became a little loud, causing a rumpus, a murmur echoing. The sound of crying toddlers, whining young children, clashing with each other adds to the crowded atmosphere.

Two pairs of eyes stole each other's eyes, then lowered their heads, turning their eyes in all directions. As if worried if others knew they were beckoning each other with bated smiles.

Dehemated voice interrupts. As soon as everyone was silent, no one else muttered. Except for the sound of the little boy whining and hissing calming that sounded faint.

“Include my name Cahyo, who was appointed by dik Haryo as the representative of the family. As for our arrival here is none other than not, because our boys, garden-bun enjang anjejawah sonten.”

“As the proverb, son polah bopo pragah. Therefore, we intend to propose the daughter of Mr. Faresta Adhitama named,” Pak Cahyo took a piece of paper from the pocket of his shirt before continuing the sentence

at, “Rinjani jenar adhitama for our son, Ghufron al-ghazali.”

A pair of humans whose names are called, still occasionally steal glances. Accompanying the sentences spoken by representatives of two families. Giving and receiving, one expressing intention, one answering.

“We received goodwill from Haryo's father's family. But we need to say, that we have been deliberating before. This proposal we received, our son-True-received the proposal of son Ghufron al-ghazali. But for the wedding we ask for time.”

Ghufron's side whispered to each other, probably worried it would be complicated. But the sentence uttered by Pakdhe Teguh made everyone breathe a sigh of relief, “Because there has not been a year, we married her brother Jenar. So at least we ask for another year.”

“Wah! But if we want to be quickened, we are very ready, you know. Yes, right, Ghuf?” Seloroh pak Haryo's. Ghufron only smiled shyly in response to his father's joke, “but that's okay. Not really cool, is it, Ghuf?”

Everyone laughed, making Ghufron even more embarrassed to look pale. A cold sweat came out on his forehead covered in black peci, flowing down wetting the temples. Until he had to take tissue to remove it.

“Let me be proud to have a daughter-in-law with a doctor's title, Mr.” Fares joked, "even though I wanted to have a photographer's daughter-in-law. But doctors are cooler, really."

Riani who was sitting among the female guests shook her head hearing that. She whispered to Nuning, "pardon my husband, yes, ma'am. I still like to joke in situations like this".

Bu Nuning simply replied by rubbing the back of Riani's hand while nodding. A sign that he doesn't mind.

The atmosphere that had been a little tense and officially became liquid. The fathers of two families joked. From what sounds crisp, to what really makes you laugh.

The most important event is when Bu Nuning pinned the ring on the ring finger of Jenar. A gold ring with a beautiful design, decorated with diamond gems, became a sign that two humans had been one step more serious. A sign of the closing of the door of the sermon for others, because Jenar was slain by a Ghufron al-ghazali.

The afternoon was as breezy as the wind shook the branches of trees, the sound of rustling bamboo leaves and the friction of bamboo stems blown by the wind to be a silent witness to an important event. The relationship of two people who have received the blessing of parents.

A happy sparkle emanated from the faces of the two men. The full eyes should be seen from the shade of a mother. Haru who was restrained gushed from the heart of a father.

Blue sky with white cloud decoration like a flying cotton, into a natural decoration that colors happy days. Nature whispers that their good intentions are guided by the Almighty.

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Seriate....

Note: *Host welcome for guests. Usually as friendly.

Hi beloved friends .... How are you doing? Fine, huh?😁

Because of the setting of this story in Magelang, so I insert special foods like Jenar yak😁. There's a lot, actually. But a little, fear of being read so hungry😁

So the order of the application also follows what is common in Magelang and its surroundings. Here, usually the order of the application there is convex, exchange rings, pay tukon and Ngencengke buggung.

Nembung is like a proposal in general, asking for blessing to propose a girl to his family.

Change ring \= fiancee.

Pay tukon \= Give dowry, can be with the same application or later all fitting ijab qobul. I wear the later so Genar same Ghufron new in the stage of fiancee.

Nngcengke bugger \= Usually the women come to the men's house to convince the betrothed, all determine the day. Not many people wear this custom. Now a common application occurs all exchange rings, all determine the day and date.

About so yeah man friend😁

Happy reading.