BLOOD PASSAGE
Become a Temporary Ronggeng Dancer
After hearing the approval of kak naisyah, we all finally decided to visit the house of Pak wayan who is none other than the stage owner and the caretaker of the ronggeng dancers in this area. Naisyah sister vigorously stepped her legs, and occasionally hummed. What's so exciting about being a dancer? The question kept echoing in my mind. My shadow about the ronggeng dancer is still the same, which is full of mystery. The dancing that is gleaming accompanied by traditional musical instruments further adds to the mystical impression of the ronggeng dance. Not that I do not like just my first impression for something about ronggeng is still very far from interesting. But because the agenda ronggeng into the list of things we will do then inevitably I have to follow the agenda.
“What is his house still far bu?”
The lira breaks down the noise from the crickets sounding earthy. The trees and weeds became an unpleasant sight that along the road I saw towards the residence of someone named pak wayan.
“It's almost up to”
Ms. Anih answered the lira's question and looked back straight ahead of the road we were going through.
“What mother also used to be a ronggeng dancer?”
Bu anih smiled at sister naisyah and nodded slowly.
“It's been a long time. I learned ronggeng dance from childhood and first performed it when I was your age, but after marriage I decided to stop being a ronggeng” dancer
“Why bu?”
Naisyah looked at the astonishment of bu anih.
“Mom just wants to focus on building the little family you have. That's why mom came out”
I stared straight ahead at a house on stilts that were not high managed to make me chuckle in awe in my heart.
“Home is great bu”
The words of the lira represent my thoughts about the house now before me. All of the buildings are made of wood making a simple and comfortable impression for anyone who sees. Without even thinking about it, we all went straight up there. The dancers ronggeng with batik cloth and red shawl welcomed our arrival.
“PAK WAYAN”
Ma'am yelled, amid the silence inside this house. But the sound did not make the dancers ronggeng disturbed. Until a man whose stature was far from the word young approached us.
“Assalamualaikum sir, this is me srianih”
“Waalaikumsalam”
Ma'am Anih barked wayan's hand and we all followed what he did. A few minutes there was no answer from Mr. Wayan, we were all just looking at each other. Did pak wayan forget about bua anih?
“You're the ronggeng dancer that came out?”
Bu anih nodded quickly when he heard the voice of pak wayan.
“Please sit”
The order from the wayan sir made us all reflexively sit on his wooden chair.
“So what are you here for and who is this group you brought?”
Pak wayan's question made bu anih take his eyes off the dancers in front of us.
“This is my employer's child when working in the village area jasmine 11 pack. And the others are friends of my employer's child”
Mr. Wayan looks to nod at a glance.
“My arrival here, because one of these kids wants to be a ronggeng dancer while at the turn of the year pak”
“Which person”
The gaze of our eyes except pak wayan directly leads to kak naisyah being stared at only nods then smiles knots towards pak wayan.
Mr. Wayan got out of his chair after saying the sentence to kak naisyah. Upon his return, there was a batik cloth and a red scarf in his hand and it was all that he finally handed over to kak naisyah.
“Join other dancers. If you seriously want to learn the moves, two days is enough for you”
Naisyah just returned smiling then stepped up and joined the last line of the dancers.
“Bapak will make a drink for you”
Mr. Wayan immediately stepped towards the back. While I still focus on looking seriously at the dancers in front of me. Their hands and bodies were trembling once, it was only a pity that there was no smile they displayed. Whether it is a habit or like that work system that surely I am still paranoid about the thing that is now in front of me. Naisyah still looks stiff when compared to the dancers, hand and foot movements are still often wrong. But because this is still a practice and kak naisyah was just joined then it can be understood.
“Please drink”
Mr. Wayan put a tray of several cups containing tea that hot steam is still steaming from inside the glass.
“Thanks pak”
Only that sentence came out of our mouths in unison all of which were now treated to a glass of warm tea in the morning.
“So what are the names of these beautiful children?”
That question made us all turn towards pak wayan.
“My name is lira sir and the dancing exercise is kak naisyah”
“I fika pak”
“I star”
After the introductory event we all immediately turned our attention back to the dancers in front of us.
“Mr has an interesting story”
All of us who were curious immediately turned our attention to the wayan sir who was now smiling. While bu anih still seriously staring at the dancers ronggeng. Maybe he has heard the interesting story, frothing already in this area and has been a ronggeng dancer here.
“What kind of interesting story sir?”
The sound of lira sounded in my ear, he must be very curious now this is no exception me and fika who are staring seriously at pak wayan.
“Bapak will tell it”
The sound of breathing from Mr. Wayan made us not take our eyes off of him.
“The first person that my wife taught ronggeng dance was the one who now takes you to this place”
We all stared at the foam, who was just smiling. It seems that pak wayan has remembered bu anih clearly.
“That time because my house and wife with parents are close together, so anih often play at the father's house. Father's wife who was once a ronggeng dancer, finally introduced and taught the ronggeng dance to anih. Until after some time finally my wife opened a dance class ronggeng, at that time our house was not a house stage like this so my wife did not teach inside the house but in the front yard of our house. The number of children who at that time wanted to learn ronggeng dance there are some fathers who do not remember for sure how many there are, maybe more than five, or maybe also more than that”
Kulirik bu anih, he just nodded. Mr. Wayan again continues his story that makes us surprised and amazed at the figure of his wife who has died. And then the story of the roggeng dancers is still continuing in the room with the wooden architecture that we live in today.
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