The Love that is Abolished
16. flush procession
Procession for the sake of the traditional ceremony procession should I. My big family is getting more visible. The neighbors shoulder to shoulder, gotong royong helped. Relatives are not tired of looking for 7 kinds of different springs, for my flush tomorrow. Everyone looks busy. And aq still remains in the pingitan.
Today is a flush procession, the airny comes from 7 different springs, mixed with various flowers. Aq just wear kemben and my shoulders are covered with strands of jasmine strung together to form a shoulder cover cloth. The fragrant fragrance of jasmine flowers filled the bathroom. Indigenous people recite prayers accompanied by the sound of Javanese song gending. The first man to water me were my parents alternately, after which my daughter's two mbahs, my village elders, and continued until it was finished. Ended bpkku who carried aq from behind, so remember when aq was a child, every time I went home to play, kl ga carried behind did not want to go home. And I fell asleep in my father's back sling. Mr. aq kangen my childhood. Haru's crying was held back.
After the shower, I changed my clothes, continued the apology, and asked my parents for their blessing. My sobs are getting unstoppable, remembering my sins to my parents. I can't continue this apology. My mother forgave my sins. Remember the father and mother are always not tired in caring for, caring for your child. Lord, protect my parents from any danger or disease.
After the apology and prayer for blessing, the procession continued with my mother trading dawet [cendol], and my father memayungi, who bought a piece of broken precarious. If who buy a lot of it artiny sustenance my family will be a lot, the myth. You don't know exactly what. For me the sustenance has been arranged, it has been outlined when we were 4 months in the womb, and that can change it only prayer and sedaqoh.
Although there are still many H-1 guests who have come, from my mother's friends fellow market traders, my father's friends, or my school friends. Everyone prays for good.
Malamny is midodareni night, byk school friends who come, chat until mlm, while wriggling my hand decorated henna. Meet friends exchange stories to relieve anxiety about facing tomorrow, a day that is always aq later.
Tonight many do not sleep, the noise decorate the sweat. Yes, give me ease in every business. Mas Anto you lgi do, kl aq lgi confused like this you always calm me, you are always smart in entertaining me. Aq kangen. I tried to close my eyes on why I couldn't sleep. Why I can't sleep. The sound of my stomach sounding, it turns out hungry makes me unable to sleep.
aq kedapur to take food, or bread to prop up my stomach. Aq even diomelin Mbah Sastro, the elder who trusted my mother to manage the kitchen. "Nduk cah ayu, bride ora pareng mlebu pawon [Son, the bride can not enter the kitchen]" said Mbah Sastro.
"Entenono nang wae nduk room, ngko tk terne maeme [wait in aj nak room, later aq between nasiny] ." said Mbah Sastro
The more unpleasant taste added in the heart, the time parents serve aq, how this story.
"Nduk iki maemny [kid this nasiny]" said Mbah Sastro
"Matur nuwun mbah, kulo kan dados pekewuh mbah mosk bak nom nyuwun served tiyang sepuh [thank you mbah, aq kan so ga palat kembah, mbah, cook young Ank ask to be served by an older person]." I said it's not good.
"Ora po-po nduk, koe kie sesuk ke ameh dadi queen a day mulane ora by nang pawon. [ga pa-pa nak, you will tomorrow jdi jdi queen a day, nang pawon, makany cannot go to the kitchen] ." explained Mbah Sastro to me.
Finally, I ate well. Right, after my stomach is full I feel sleepy. And I was asleep.
