(Medicine of Revision)Rosalinda
KODAK

06 June 2006.

I've been groomed since this morning, by Make Up. And now, I'm sitting in my oversized chair. Yeah, a chair called a pelaminan.

The red chair, which was in line with my fiery red shirt, was uniform with accessories attached all over my golden body. Even the Suntiang that was on top of my head was also golden in color.

The left and right umbrellas on my lapel are also yellow gold, everything in here is almost all yellow gold.

My tiny lips that contained this, were dyed with a flaming red lipstick that matched my Queen-like clothes.

The color of lipstick I never liked in the slightest. But what can I do, perias arrange my makeup in accordance with the clothes I use. I actually want to wear a Daro Boy shirt in black or maybe in white, my favorite color.

According to all my extended family. It is better to use red daro child clothes, it seems strong. I don't understand for that reason. Really, I don't understand all these rituals.

Suntiang, the accessories attached to my head is very heavy, because it is the biggest, he said this is the original Suntiang, the old Suntiang.

“Huuuuuffttt!!!” My breath is long. I really don't like it, but what a power...

All the decisions were with Datuak, my mother's older brother, who became the Chief of the Tribe in my family. And an agreement of deliberation of the whole family.

The word Suntiang symbolizes great wealth and responsibility. That is, the Minang girl is an heiress, who has heirlooms and tribe successors, which must be guarded and protected, which has many responsibilities going forward.

Become Bundo Kanduang, the woman who will educate the children to the right path, teach the customs, Indat basandi Syara', Syara' basandi Kitabullah.

I don't know...

So many lectures came out of the mouths of the elders, such as Mamak, Datuak, Inyiak, Enek, Uci, Unyang, Guru, Etek, Mak Uwo, and others. Makes my ears feel hot.

Yes, I am the girl Minang Kabau, hoofed Cape. However, the possibility of my Minang is only half, all that is left is the fog alone. That's what my mom said! Not saying.

In the past, my mother migrated to Riau province, precisely in Pekanbaru area. There, she was a maid in the restaurant. That was until finally, he met my father who worked as an oplet driver.

They fall in love and choose to get married. My mother said their wedding was in 1973. It's been a long time. After marriage they settled there, and my father worked at PT. INDAH KIAT which was only established at that time in 1976.

After that, my father was transferred to another company, PT. WKS, in Jambi area. Finally our family moved there, too, until I finished Elementary School.

When I was in the 6th grade of Elementary School, I heard my parents were planning to go back to the village. Because there will be a division of inheritance. Finally after I finished Elementary School, my father stopped working and chose to go home together.

The inheritance...

Never think of an inheritance as a lump of gold, or a diamond, or a wad of money. The treasure is only a wilderness...

I feel confused. What is so great and proud to have such a wilderness? Yeah, that's my little thought.

My father and mother worked hard day and night to cultivate the forest, the creepy hill. I was so scared there, crickets and toads were all so simple, singing happily.

Forest, forest,

A big tree bigger than a drum, a small snake to a python the size of my body, was there. A very creepy place. I only went there once. After that, I didn't want to go with them anymore, so many naughty mosquitoes that smeared my skin to the point of itching and swelling.

My father was a great man, the wilderness became a vast oil palm plantation now, some also had rubber gardens on the slopes next to the river.

So, my little family has many treasures from others because of hard work, not given a lump of gold.

This wedding party of mine, is the first party in my tribe. The feast that is predicted, which awaits everyone in my tribe, from the small, young to the old.

My long-lived eyes can only sit smiling on a raised mattress, next to my lapel. Yes, she was alone there, because her husband had died 6 months ago.

My eyes are very old, all his hair is white, all his skin is wrinkled, He also if walking assisted with a stick, even sometimes we finish him.

Everyone seemed busy, My sisters and my cousins were smiling at me and taking a few shots here and there.

I live in a village, which only knows the name Kodak. Tustel Films have a roller. Old-time old camera. You could say, only a count of fingers that have a cellphone that has a camera.

So, we all capture every moment with a kelise-shaped Kodak camera. Different from today.

At this time, Sony Ericsson and Nokia phones ketupat said my friends are the coolest mobile phones. Yes, because I am the heir, of course I have 2 mobile phones. And, now my sisters are wearing them to take pictures.

Unfortunately, the phone is not as sophisticated as the mobile phone now. The phone only has an infla red, not bluetooth like mobile phones today. In fact, photos or songs, can only be 10 songs, and 20-50 photos maximum.

While the photographer, took me with the old-fashioned camera of the past. Yes, KODAK. That's cool in my village.

On average, in my village that has a mobile phone only people who have enough money, and the phone is only Nokia 1600 and the like. With black and white stickers that can send pictures of flowers, as well as images that say I MISS YOU or I LOVE YOU.

Yes, yesterday when I was in High School, I also used the Nokia 1100 and Nokia 1600 phones, and when I received the picture message that read I LOVE YOU, proud to be half dead.

It's 11 in the morning. My stomach has started to ring, my worms and intestines have been demoed asking for food. Yes, since the end of the morning prayer, I was directly on Make Up. Very long time. Look, I feel this makeup is so tacky! With red eyes, red lipstick on, I look like a seductive woman.

Maybe because I rarely dress up. So, sometimes I forget how to dress up and dress femininely. Probably because almost all of my siblings and cousins are boys.

And now, is the hardest time for me.

Sitting sweetly graceful, in my queen-like oversized clothes, was bright red, with a heavy golden cross on top of my head.

Grasping a bunch of fake flowers in my hand. The gold-colored high heels whose beads glittered. It feels like now my hips are already painfully sitting. Until when should I be this graceful?

I want to feel him screaming. “Woy, still old?”

But I can't afford it, there's my grumpy Uncle there! From a long time ago, he used to scold the way my clothes and sit. I'm scared of him.

“Eyang..” call me spoiled staring at Eyang.

“Iya Darling, what's the grandson of Eyang?” asked Eyang looking at me gently.

“Eyang, until when should I do this?” I spoiled him.

“Hehehehe.” He even chuckles.

“New also at 11 am Darling, it's still a long time. Maybe until 4 am later.” explained Eyang.

“What?!! 4 A.m?!” I'm surprised.

Is that true? I have to sit down gracefully until 4am. Could be, growing roots in my ass. Maybe after that, I'll limp, because my waist is tingling.

“What's up?” ask my angry uncle.

Yes, he heard me suffocating in surprise.

“Uncle, is it true that until 4 am I will be sitting here?” manyu timid.

“Depending on Marapula (Brother) comes when, some come quickly and some are long. Depends on how the person's family is with their Customs.” explains Uncle.

I sighed, I thought I would be scolded, apparently Uncle understood quite well too. Is it because I'm a queen now, so uncle doesn't scold me? He's usually fierce. Yeah, that's what I thought.

“Are you hungry, Rosa?” ask Grandma who just came.

He thought I was screaming for food. Spontaneously I replied, because I was already very hungry.

“Iya, Nek.” answer I'm excited.

“Upik, get me a meal for Rosa.” grandmother orders my aunt named Fitrawati, but her call is Upit, more precisely called Upik. Why don't you call them Supiak, which means girls. Hehehe.

“Yo Mandeh (Mother), I'll get you a moment.” replied my Aunt. Then he went to the kitchen.

A little while later, my Uncu came with a plate of rice and water to drink, then sat down beside me.

“Why, are you hungry?” tanyakanya. I reply with a frown. “Of course I'm hungry.”.

Uncu, is my smallest aunt. Actually her name is quite beautiful, her name is Silvira Hardela. Not too far adrift of my age, more or less only a difference of 3 years with him. He has one son who is 2 years old now.

Uncu churned the rice on the plate, then fed me. “Aa...aamm, open his mouth!” command me.

“I bribe myself Uncu, I do not want to be fed.” reject me.

Sure enough, I'm already this old man in a bribe in front of a crowd. I ROSALINDA TANJUNG has never been alay and mehong, ayu kemayu so, spoiled by eating fed. Hello??!!!

“Do not be recalcitrant, let's open your mouth!” his force thrust a spoon filled with rice and fish that he had thrown his bones into my mouth.

I frowned, until both of my eyebrows were adrift, implying my dislike.

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NB:

Daro's son is the Bride

Marapulai is the Bride.

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