(Medicine of Revision)Rosalinda
Marapulai Welcome

“Ampun, Ros. Pain!” pekik Boy stroked his head. He tidied his tangled hair I hit and snapped.

“Ros!! Rosa!!!” call Boy to hit me on the shoulder.

I came back from my daydream. Yeah, I was just reminiscing about a walk with Boy. And now, I'm back in life the fact, that I'm being the bride, sitting in the armchair.

“What day? So yes, do you want to marry?” said Boy smiling little.

I glared, wanting to snap his head. But he jumped away from my pelaminan, sticking out his tongue mocking me. “Blk! Blek!”

“Why didn't you come, last night?” my sewot to him.

“Come here, but I'll help you again in Balerong.” he replied.

“Ros, I went there first yes, I was hungry.” said Boy gently and smiled, then walked away.

His nature felt strange and changed from usual. Or I feel tired from hanging out in this shop, so I'm quickly sensitive.

I was still sitting alone in this room, putting on a face with a fake mask that had to smile. Though my heart is tired, should be kind, ayu and graceful like this. Moreover, the Uda Qian that I expected to come, did not come. Broken my heart.

The more noon, the more guests, even the more afternoon, the more crowded guests arrive. I've been feeling sultry, wanting to take a shower.

“Mother...” call me, on my recently passed aunt.

“What Dear?” his reply.

“Mother, I want to take a shower, I'm already sultry.”

“Hust! What shower? Can't take a shower.” he said.

“Can't take a shower why? I'm sultry Mother..” my whine.

“What's the darling?” asked Grandma who approached me who started tugging at Mother's clothes.

“Nek, I'm going to take a shower. I'm sultry. My head is also tired, I am tired.” My protest to grandma, complain of my suffering.

“Ndak can shower! Abstinence!” sahut Uncu who came suddenly.

“Which abstinence, take a shower? Bathing is required, so that the body is healthy, clean and fresh,” I said.

“Just can't, abstain! It will rain heavily later. The party can fall apart due to heavy rain.”

“Who is that from?? Rain is a blessing, not a disaster.” my protest.

“Terserah, anyway can not take a shower!”

Finally, after fighting with everyone. I was allowed to change clothes, and wash my face, I ate voraciously. But just for a little while, and that's all I do in my room, including eating.

In less than 1 hour I was given freedom in the room. Then I put on a white shirt. Mending, rather than the fiery red shirt earlier.

I sat back as a queen in my dress. His long skirt made it hard for me to walk. “This shirt or mat? Length can mop the floor.” said I lifted some of the skirt, and helped some of my sisters.

Time passed, until night came.

Up ahead, on stage, several groups of men sat cross-legged, and a pair of humans stood with mic in their hands. Among the men who were cross-legged, there were holding musical instruments such as talempong, violin, flute, and drum.

They kicked doing Rabab, basaluang, and saluang dangdut. Replying to each other in her singing kicks, there are some people who menyawer them.

People seemed to laugh happily there, laughter even boomed to where I was sitting now, when singles and unmarried girls were satirized with pantun songs in the drum.

“Hoam...” I yawned a few times, because I was so sleepy.

How not, it's 11 p.m. Let alone reduced guests, even more guests. The night is getting more guests.

I stomped the heels of the shoes I was wearing onto the cushion that was resting on my feet. In my opinion, this is so much, pillows should be made into footwear.

“Like this one before, a queen lives?” I grimly questioned the pillow I was holding in my heart.

Until I imagined I'd stomp my husband's head. What a strange thought.

At 1pm, my eyes were tired. I was happy to see mothers and women and underage sisters coming home under 12 last night. I hope this show will end because guests are dwindling. Instead of decreasing, even increasing with the youth.

The more the night gets crowded. Something made me angry too. Young people who do not know whose children, where the house is. They brought bottles and drinks there. The aroma of a typical drink such as the aroma of ketek, called wine.

Clumps of cigarette smoke scattered, noisily and surely this place is now a male scent.

“Quickly, change clothes!!” My mother suddenly took me to my room.

“What's up, Ma?” ask my aunt, my mother's sister who is called Mama.

“Hope to leave, has broken his deliberation. Want to come here.” explained Mama.

I changed clothes with a bright red shirt and the golden suntiang returned, with additional makeup and lipstick that was pink, taped into a bright red color.

When I finished, I was again guided to sit in my big chair. My heart is beating, my blood is beating. I'm anxious, scared, maybe more precisely nervous.

I was matched by my family with him. Yesterday, I became his wife. He and my father have done the ijab qobul, which is witnessed by many people.

Last night, I was still relaxed, and I was also relaxed. But now, when I heard he was coming, I suddenly became unsettled.

Suddenly, everyone ran forward. The music stopped, and all began to swarm, marching like a road. Several Uncles, Sumando (Male sisters) and Mamak blocked in front of them.

The Marapulai Welcome event.

“Hekta, hepti.” their voices heard several times.

They exchanged silat. I don't know what kind of stupid ritual this is, just look for a long time. What is wrong is to be accepted and sit down. That's according.

After that, the fighter from the woman pretended to give up. Welcomed with a hug. And the groom is greeted with a golden umbrella. Then a strange handover was given to my Grandma and Uncle.

One tie of firewood, Dama ( kerosene lamp) 2 grains of cooked coconut tied together, a pair of chicken village, some chili seeds, a little rice and others.

I chuckle. “Since when will I raise chickens? Why not just bring another hand anyway?”

“Eh, that's our custom. Must be taken, Ros.” said Elvina beside my seat standing. I don't know when he came, I didn't realize.

“When did you come? Didn't you promise me you'd come and accompany me with Juliana. Basic liar!” ketus.

“Hey, I have arrived. Then, I was taken with Juliana to pick up your husband.” replied Elvina.

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NB:

Balerong is a hall or place for deliberation or consensus. Usually in every Alek (Wedding party) Minang kabau, always made a small cottage for deliberation, there will usually be a mattress and mats, mats, and so on, for the seat of Datuak (Chief of the tribe) and others who are considered important, or elevated.

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