Your Love is Not as sincere as my mother's
Episode 3 First Views of the Past
First view of the past
Djreeeng….,
A rhythmic flow that flows
beautiful from an old zaki guitar that is said to belong to Mark when seducing the siti of his mother zaki, in front of the house make friends lonely nights star-studded in the sky create a romantic atmosphere that is peerless, romantic, at that time his mother still holds the status of a student at IAIN Syarif Hidayatullah Jakarta or familiarly called UIN.
The two met during a vacation in Ragunan, an accidental meeting that grew the seeds of love until Mark decided to settle in Jakarta for a while.
Actually, the two are different beliefs.
Mark Van Denis is a Christian while Siti Bergama Islam but with the strength of love and charm of Indonesian girls who are famous for their manners make the mark embraced Islam to convert since then the parents of the city bless their relationship and finally after graduation they decided to tie a pledge of loyalty to live in a legitimate bond.
Zaki stopped his finger swing and
a little smile remembered when the mother
tell her stories with Mark and finally decide to
pledging a pledge of loyalty while living together, zaki carried away the atmosphere and
thinking where he will meet true love considering until now he still has no partner while his sohibnya dhani whose good looks are far below him in fact already have a girl that is dinda, dinda, which is said to be the most beautiful girl in SMKIT Nurul Qolbi.
“ Why don't I have a girl yet.!?”
zaki pensive for a moment “ what my lack, I am handsome yes, cool bingit, fashionable do not ask again, athletic is sure. What else is less..!!?” zaki chirps while looking at the mirror observing himself while smiling himself while posing a little narcissistic Hollywood artist style, after a while he dropped his body on the mattress while sighing long.
Zaki scanned his surroundings and accidentally stopped his sight on an old batik-bound book that looked rather shabby and dusty. Predictable
he may be older than her, and
for some reason his curiosity seemed to force him to immediately wake up and take it. zakipun immediately got up and reached the batik book sandwiched between his books.
“ My Indonesia.!!” zaki read the title
the book slowly. “ What seems like I don't have a book like this already.!!?” inner zaki curious.
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Bali, December 25, 1984
Hay Bali.., Iam denis, another holiday neh
the story goes to the island of the gods which is said to be the most beautiful place in Indonesia, originally I
do not believe it but my friends who have been to Bali say it seems incomplete traveling if you have not seen Bali let alone for the serving enthusiast will definitely be hooked tuh, Eh.., pas I got to Bali
it turns out they didn't talk wrong and I really started to like this place.
I actually went to Indonesia with Haris
my best friend who happens to be a native Indonesian, maybe you could say do`i again returned home, neh, in addition to returning home Haris wanted to collect field data and facts for the purposes of his research on one tribe that is quite interesting to him which will later be used as one of his written collections such as novels or articles.
“ I wanna write about Baduy.!!” said Haris on the sidelines of his activity typing on a laptop.
“ Baduy Tribe...?!” what's interesting I think
but I didn't pay much heed to it because I came to Indonesia just for a vacation not to add to the burden of my mind
by following Haris' ridiculous research. But
Haris assured me that the baduy tribe
it was different from other tribes in Indonesia, the words that make me curious and want to know what attracts this bedouin tribe, he said, so a few days later we decided to visit the Baduy tribe in Lebak-Banten.
Lebak, January 01, 1985
The welcome monument stands tall
bese Camp field where who
just want to enjoy the nature and culture of the people of Baduy. Administratively Baduy entered the village area
Kanekes, Leuwidamar District. Therefore the baduy people known as the kanekes people at a glance my knowledge of this area that I read in the collection of books hariis.
It was the first time I lived and
mixing together tribes that have not been touched by modernization, is incredible. The inner Baduy consists of three villages, cibeo, cikartawana and cikeusik. The Cibeo
the society is quite open and has little contact with the outside world, yes like society in general. If the local journalist said the extraordinary bedouin was said to be badul apostatized because it was not too
ignore the word superior. whereas in Cikartawana there is a little difference yes
a little more closed I also do not know why in this advanced era
there are still such people willingly restrained by the tradition of ancestors who seem not to glorify human rights. And lastly, Cikeusik baduy in a still very strong maintaining the bustle.
You know, there is something unique about
The two brides sat side by side holding hands and reciting prayers like this “Cupu chest bead, chest handle, tan kumala eusina kumala inten” if you finish reading it the groom immediately does one move that is quite Wah…., namely holding the breast of a woman while saying “Angel Culuk control noble rasaning Allah” then both have officially become husband and wife Gokil tak tuch.,.,., etc.., it is worth saying that this tribe is different from the tribes
the other one seems to be the core of his research that just wants to prove the truth
customary marriage of the Baduy tribe in the base of the brain dirty hehehe, try dibanda there kayak so also yes definitely more exciting aja yes.
Zaki nenghela breath, he will dive in
the youth of a Mark Van Denis who is none other than his father.
Jakarta, February 14, 1988
Hay.., Indonesia I came again neh no
it feels three years I have not set my feet on your beautiful earth, this time I came alone the Haris was again unable to come along because of his S2 trial. Crazy for 3 years I did not stop thinking about this country, this country,
what happened to me ?, yes I also do not know why. but obviously I have been to Jakarta and I am very happy.
After landing at an international airport
soekarno-hatta I decided to slide to the Ragunan beast kebon, don't know why I want a time at the place of rest I saw an Airbrush Garuda plane slowly take off and that makes me wonder why the emblem on the tail is the head
the bird of garuda is like the coat of arms of this country.
The first place that comes to my mind is the zoo, and honestly I'm a typical person who would rather follow my own heart, as a person with a Minority Language frankly I'm quite
overwhelmed by my Indonesian language is not so good so I am not too
many ask this it to fellow visitors even to the guards on duty
the information center though.
Unwittingly Ragunan is a place
where I started a new chapter in my life, I was about to take pictures
a lion roaring in its cage, I don't know what happened
but clearly his roar invited many people to look around
except for the female mashitoh who suddenly appeared and blocked my shooting room taking pictures. I, who found my image a little hindered by the head of the veiled woman, immediately rebuked her, apologized in English with her chivalry and that was when there was a different feeling in my heart,” Iam never seen beautiful gril like her before.!” my mind is amazed, yes maybe this is arguably love at first sight yes, the conversation was flowing rapidly.
Rangkasbitung, April 01, 1988
This is the first time that Siti has invited me
he lives in Rangkasbitung, Lebak-Banten. A rich city would
the natural panorama that still looks beautiful and has a past history to the extent that the gate of his house is called jl. Multatuli, who would have thought the noble/official from the Netherlands actually denounced the policies taken by his own government against the indigenous population. I was also surprised to hear the name Multatuli used as a street name in Rangkasbitung. Is this a coincidence or has God arranged it in such a way for me?. What ever`..
His family was very kind to me, understand
who the hell is not proud of his daughter is assessed as Bule as I am,
already good, handsome, diligent saving, dear family, environmentally friendly fuel and others. Hehe…,
There I stayed almost a week, beautiful days that I could never forget but when his parents knew that I was different. I don't know, but I don't really think about our differences, it's not easy for me to leave the religion of my ancestors because I was born into a family
christian leaders in the Netherlands.
But slowly the city introduced me to the religion of Islam that really strongly advocated peace love, that's when my love was getting imprinted just for him. Yes, only for him forever.
Rangkasbitung, May 9, 1988
Happiness also affects the siti family
and my family because two days ago I was sure I was counting girls
sundanese blood as my wife, although initially my family forbade me to convert but with enough education they also understand that this is my life and I will determine what my life will be like. Which makes me happy they took the time to come to Indonesia to
attending a day so sacred to some of these people including me.
O.iya, later if I have children I will call Zaki Van Denis or usual
called Junior. I want him to be like Jack Van Denis, my good-natured math teacher and the most respected of my teachers.
Thank you Indonesia, my beloved wife and family, my whole family, Haris, Allah SWT and not to forget also for the tiger Ragunan who has brought me to my soulmate.
NB. “ You'll be a junior man by yourself..!!”
Zaki smiled little he was proud of being
witnesses of their love journey (his parents), while looking at the wedding photos of his parents attached to the end of the book cover, while looking at the, they look so harmonious and make Zaki proud to be the son of the two even though he never saw what his father's face looks like directly.
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