Indigo Girl Match
Breezy

After echoing the Adzan, Mr. Joko saw his tiny baby was asleep. His wife looked tired. So Mr.Joko slowly took the baby from his wife's sling and placed it beside his iatri. The time has shown at 02.30 WIB. Earlier Bu Joko felt a contraction at 00.05 WIB Pak Joko remembered very well because he had glanced at the clock on the wall of his room. The distance of the midwife's house is only 50 meters, why had he reached home with the midwife at 01.10 WIB whether during that time the midwife prepared herself. Though Mr. Joko felt that the midwife immediately responded after hitting the doorbell. It does not take long, the midwife is ready to carry the equipment. Who's the baby shaman who helped his wife. I really want Mr. Joko to ask, but Mr. Joko feels the time is not right. The most important thing is that his son and wife are safe and sound.

"Mom, rest. Biadadari Jini, our son's full name. Jini is a combination of our names bu, Joko and Rini. What is the appropriate nickname according to your mother?

"Bida only sir. Let's just call Bida. For us, our most beautiful child in the world, we give the name of Angel, but the word is too long for a nickname."

Bu Joko stared fixedly at the face of the tiny Angel who was slumbering beside him.

"Well, mother rest yes, I'll prepare to bury Bida's blood."

Bu Joko just nodded while continuing to look at Bida.

Mr. Joko took the ari-ari that had been cleaned, wrapped it in a shroud and placed it in a sling (a small pot covered with clay). then out of the house just behind his house to dig a hole. The air felt strange, the breeze like stroking his nape.The feather on his nape bristled, the guava tree behind his house swayed by the wind, strangely please mango beside him not to be blown.

"Surprisingly, why did the wind only hit the guava tree, while the mango tree branches did not move? Ah must be because the mango tree is sturdier while the guava tree is not as big as the mango tree." Mr. Joko asked and answered his own question. Joko continued digging the hole. After completion, Mr. Joko immediately went into the house to pick up a sling filled with Bida ari-ari.

Arriving inside the house, Pak Joko is confused to find a tubby containing Bida's ari-ari. Though Mr. Joko is sure that he put it on the table. Mr. Joko bowed, peeking under the table. But there is also nothing, after all if the fall must have broken because the spoon is made of clay.

Mr. Joko decided to go out to his place to dig a hole, he began to think maybe without realizing Mr. Joko had brought out his spoon, when he was about to dig a hole. But Mr. Joko is very confident that he did not bring out the sledge.

Mr. Joko stepped out while thinking and reached the back of the house, Mr. Joko was very surprised because the spoon was already in the hole dug. The fragrant smell of the flowers pierced his nose. He remembered that he had not bought flowers for the completeness of burying ari-ari. The smell of flowers keeps getting more and more fragrant. A very fine breeze hit his face. Mr. Joko stood up, stepped in front of the house where the Kenanga tree stood firm and flowered heavily. The yard of Pak Joko's house is very spacious, there is a yangna tree in his yard. The tree was planted by Pak Joko's grandmother. Mr. Joko remembers when he was a child, helping his grandmother grow ylang flowers. The tree is very old now. Many times Mr. Joko intends to cut it down but his wife always forbid it. His wife loved the sweet flowers.

Mr. Joko focused his gaze trying to find a low keepsake flower because the tree is so big towering but there are still parts that can be reached by the pole. A black crow came out of nowhere, startling Mr. Joko. The flapping of its wings rubbed against the leaves of the yangna gave a terrible sound to the sound of "kwuak kwuak kwuak". The black crow was perched on the tree.

Not lost to his surprise, suddenly Pak Joko was again surprised by a bunch of bats that flew shady as if swarming and breaking through it and flew high towards the lush leaves of ylang.

"Kwuak kwuak kwuak" the crow again made a sound and a group of bats also flew here and there still on the yangana tree, causing many flowers to fall. Then the crow flew away followed by a bat as if following the crow as its leader.

Mr. Joko, stunned to observe the falling flowers. He remembered that Ari-ari Bida was waiting to be buried. So Mr. Joko immediately put down the pole and picked up some flowers for the purpose of burying Bida's ari-ari.

The breeze back felt, now even the dusty leaves that became the fence next to his house were swaying gently in the wind. That night was very quiet, even the cows did not make a sound. Usually, the cow's clock sounds this way, there is not even the sound of night crickets that are usually crowded at this hour.

Mr. Joko wants to immediately finish the burial of Bida's ari-ari. put the ylangka flowers on his lap, on the t-shirt he wears, put some ylangas on a sling before being landfilled, then sprinkle the remaining flowers on the grave of his ari-ari. Mr. Joko was again astonished, his feeling stated that he only brought a few flowers, but why the flowers on his lap is still a lot so that Mr. Joko added the flowers to the grave ari-ari looks mountainous.

Ari-ari Bida's burial is complete. Adhan Fajr said, Mr. Joko immediately entered to take a bath and prepared to go to the musholla for dawn prayers. It is customary that Pak Joko always pray congregation in musholla.

After shower shampooing, and get a koko shirt. Mr. Joko did not go straight to the musholla, he went into the room to say goodbye to his wife and little angel. But seeing his wife and little Bidafari sleep then Pak Joko undo his intentions and then went to musholla.

Mr. Joko crossed his yard, his body goosebumps, the smell of yelling pierced his nose, very fragrant. Mr. Joko headed for the musholla which is 80 meters from his house. Strangely all the way to musholla, as if his nose had already stored the fragrance of flowers. The fragrance of ylang flowers still filled his nostrils until it reached the court of musholla, the fragrance began to fade.

After the congregational prayer, Mr. Joko said his saying no part in the conversation as usual. It is customary for the congregation to pray and recite and sit on the terrace of the musholla and talk about life with Mr. Ustad.