(Medicine of Revision)Rosalinda
Alek Induak Bako
It felt good when I found out I wasn't wearing that bright red shirt. Now, I'm wearing purple. I don't know what this shirt is, which is clearly a batik skirt and coated with a wide purple fabric that matches the clothes above it.
And my head was given only a crown of flowers, no longer that heavy golden suntiang. So relieving. After everything was done, I put on small, tall pointy shoes. I was horrified to see it, let alone wear it.
My husband and the male fairy went into the room, after my fairy told her to, She immediately sheathed the same clothes as me, without undressing. Then polished a little powder and thin lipstick.
He held my hand walking towards the pelaminan, and the fairies held onto my long skirt like that mat. Elvina held my hand one more. I'm afraid of slipping and falling, I'm holding both of their hands tight.
Honestly, I haven't worn these high shoes in the past, these shoes are the most extreme in my opinion. And something made me think. Why the hell is this batik skirt coated with purple fabric along the mat? Isn't this just looking for trouble?!
My husband and I were together at the bar. Smile to everyone. Fortunately, it's day three, tomorrow is free, I can't wait.
1 Week ago, when all the elders and families had their deliberations at Rumah Gadang, many asked for Alek (party) 7 days and 7 nights.
Rumah Gadang is a house or place that is used as a gathering place to decide something, or negotiate about any problem.
Fortunately, the decision was taken to 3 days, with the reason that too long livestock and rice fields were abandoned. Coincidentally some of my Uncle and Aunt, their rice has turned yellow.
I can't imagine, if if I had 7 days, maybe my body would have hooked, my eyes would have turned into panda eyes, for staying up late and I WOULD BE STRESSed!!!
In the afternoon, I ate a plate with my husband. To be exact, he fed me. Shame and annoyance. First, at first I only took romantic pictures at the request of photographers bribe each other, but finally I ate really fed by him.
After eating, He and I changed clothes. The shirt I wear now is bluish white, the skirt is no longer long, but heavier with a bulging skirt like Cinderella's skirt in my fairy tale book as a child.
The beads on the front also felt heavy, like they were made of stone. Did they put pebbles on this shirt? Yes, these beads are shiny black, like pebbles.
He and I sat back in the chair. Not long after, a large group came with Arak-arakan. Some cows were also dragged by ropes, goats and so many parcels started to come down and stacked in front of my pelaminan.
“Oh, so, for this the red carpet was emptied from earlier?” I thought I was staring at the red carpet.
Last night, I still remember clearly, there were 4 round tables there. Now there is a red carpet in front of us.
Performing dances and plate fangs welcomed the large and long troupe. It is called Alek Induak Bako
Alek Induak Bako is the arrival of the whole family and guests of my Father's family with Indigenous.
One man I knew very well, wearing a black suit, basic pants and a sarong wrapped around his waist knee-high covered his pants. Keris tucked in the waist that is deliberately shown.
He was the first Son of my father's sister, He always called me His wife, always fighting me because I was Baipa with him
(Baipa is the one who is allowed to marry me.)
He sat in a bowling alley, on a mattress with Datuak and his other higher-ups. While others sit under a mat.
The balerong is made of bamboo and a leaf roof. Above the entrance there is a rib made to resemble buffalo horns and some are hung made of young coconut leaves.
Datuak pinched the beef head, then followed by my Ipa, He pinched the head of the cow and goat, then the meal began, finally everyone ate greedily.
Ipa was the first son of my Dad's little sister.
After they started eating, now the mothers started to come closer to me. Several sacks of rice began to be provided, the gifts arranged high piled up. The cows and goats they were carrying were tied not far from the tent.
After that, all of Dad's family started to approach one by one. My husband and I began to be covered with powder powder by them, and then someone pushed rings, bracelets and gold necklaces. Now I look like a madman showing off gold. Ten fingers of my hand abound by the ring.
The envelopes they salami filled the capacity of the bag that Umi had provided beside me. After the strange event was over, they all came back with happy laughter and ate together on the mat, and there was one inside Grandma's house even reaching the kitchen, she said, so dense and so many of them.
My powder is back in the pot. Umi hands the envelope to Mak Uwo (Call to my Father's Sister)
On the red carpet, in front of the front and all the guests. Mak Uwo and 3 other mothers, they recorded all the names in the envelope, and the names in the gift. After 2 hours, everything is done. They've opened all those gifts and envelopes.
Announce the results of the envelopes and glassware gifts, as well as some rice sacks. Not only that, they also announced gold, cattle and a piece of land from my Grandmother (My father's mother). I think this kind of thing is embarrassing.
“Is this some kind of show-off?” my thinking.
But the truth is, it's always been the case in my village. Not just my party, but almost every girl's party.
All applauded, all the money was instantly handed over to me. This is the most money I have held in my entire life. After that they returned to taste the dish and take pictures with me. So many things I don't know.
“I'm a cousin of your father.”
“Me and your Grandpa cousin.”
“My grandmother and your grandmother baipa.”
Blah, blah, blah, blah.... They explained it to me. But it's too impromptu, to make sure I won't remember. Believe me!
Apparently surrounded by many people and taking pictures consuming a lot of energy, I was really tired and thirsty. Not even the clock has shown at 3 pm.
After everyone ate, now came my time in the village wine. And I have to wear a bright red shirt, which I said I'll wear tonight. But, now it must be used because there will be a procession Induak Bako.
My father's Inti family took me and my husband to walk around the village with the accompaniment of the traditional music of my area. So long and crowded this procession from the old to the children.
The golden umbrella was growing over our heads. He, the foreign man clasped my hand tightly, accompanied my slow and careful steps so that I would not fall.