Love of the Journalist
42. Hinda Woloolo Habari?
...42. Hinda Woloolo Habarimu?...
Mother
He was surprised at the arrival of two guests where one of them was very familiar.
With a slight stutter, he invited his guests to come in and sit down.
“How are you, Nan?” greet the old man after sitting on the living room sofa.
He's still riveted. Until finally answered,
“Sa-me .. well, Tiyamo”
Yes, that old man is the father of Bang Demas. Kamaru Idrus.
They have not met for a long time. Last time since Demas died. After that there was never any contact.
“Where are my grandchildren?” ask tiyamo.
“They work.” Legally.
“Pauwama ...” Said the man sitting next to her. But the man did not continue speaking because tiyamo raised his hand in the air. It means he forbids it.
“I'm here because in addition to missing them -- my granddaughter. My goal is to bring this ...” Tukas tiyamo held out a brown, folio-sized envelope on the table.
“Not mean all this time I don't care about you guys. Nope. Because I always make sure your lives are okay,”
“And you guys are good.”
He who does not understand the purpose and purpose of tiyamo came suddenly, still guessing. There can't be a reason. If there is no reason.
“Open ...” Tell Tiyamo to open the envelope he offered.
With a slightly trembling hand. He opened the envelope. Open the hook and loosen the rope. After opening he reached into its contents in the form of several sheets of paper that were folded into one.
“Read ..!” Tell tiyamo again.
...Power of Attorney...
The undersigned as party I authorize :
Name: Idrus Kamaru
Date of birth: Gorontalo, 17-5-195x
No. ID: 7899871230000xx
Address: Tent No.12. Hulonthalangi. Gorontaloan.
Explaining this gives power to :
1. Name: Kenichi Estiawan Prasetyo
Date of birth place: Sendai, 10-10-199x
No. ID: 12332133220000xx
Address: No.100 Swarm. Colomadu. Soloing
2. Name: Kirei Fitriya Tsaby
Date of birth: Sendai, 20-1-199x
No. ID: 2323231110000xx
Address: No.100 Swarm. Colomadu. Soloing
As grandchildren and heirs of the authorizers as well as recipients of powers 1 and 2.
For this reason, as a first-party authority gives a number of assets, namely:
1. 25% share in PT. Kamaru Nusa Sentana to be given to the recipient of power I.
2. 35% share in PT. Kamaru Nusa Sentana to be given to the recipient of power II as well as holding the position and authority as commissioner.
3. Shares of 20% in PT. Kurenai Metal to be given to the recipient of power II.
Thus this power of attorney was made for ....
He still holds the letter. Not reading it in its entirety. But the first page is clear .. hints at the granting of asset rights.
But for what? Wh why? The question was buzzing in his mind.
“This ...” The question still doesn't understand.
“I handed over those assets to my two grandchildren.”
“Tiyamo .. sorry,” his great-grandson, “we—”
“I've made a mistake against you guys. And this is appropriate for my grandson,” tiyamo.
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Anissa
Aldi raved at the show for being drunk. Luckily Oka and Anisa help him. Take him to his apartment unit.
“Nis, make ginger tea!” exciting Oka. Who tried to lay Aldi's tall body on his bed.
Anisa rushed to the kitchen. Looking for something in the fridge. Blank. The fridge contains only fruits and a piece of steak.
He then returned to Aldi's room.
“Mana?” ask Oka.
“There is ginger in the refrigerator men!” anisa is upset.
“Gosh!” Gerrutu Oka's.
“Susu bear .. is there?”
“Issshh ...” Anisa hissed while turning her body. He's pissed off. Clearly this was the first time he had to take care of a person who was being hangover.
“Bothering,” sungutu.
He opened the fridge and looked for something. Shortly thereafter. He thrust the bear's milk at Oka.
“Drink first, Mas” said Oka while helping her to lean.
“Tell me another one (i know you're lying),” fools Aldi. Sentences continuously came out of his mouth.
After drinking the milk of the bear. Aldi is back.
“We're home!” exclaim Anisa. The night is late. My mother called him repeatedly.
“Mas, we go home” said Oka saying goodbye to Aldi.
“Basic! Talking to drunk people. He won't come.”
“Udah .. yukk!” ask him to be impatient.
“Rei ...” Aldi mutters, “tell me another one”
“What because of Kirei, huh? He was previously Kirei. Tus tau-tau aja .. even rich gini.” Oka muttered but was still heard by him.
Anisa just put her shoulders back.
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Kirei
“Mas, sorry ... because of me, you so this is,” he said when he treated the bruises from Aldi's punches. Compressing it with ice. Then apply topical arnica ointment to reduce pain and bruising.
The man just smiled.
Soon his phone rang.
My brother calling ....
“Ya, Brother,”.
“You can go home tomorrow?”
“What's up, Brother?”
“There is something important. Can't be talked on phone.”
He thought for a moment. There is no harm in going home either. Soon to welcome the fast. All the nyadran to the tomb of eyang. The tradition of the mother's family in Solo welcomes the arrival of Ramadan.
“Tomorrow, Rei go home.”
He put his phone back on the table.
The next morning they arrived at the mother's residence just as Mother and Ken were about to leave.
“Asalamualaikum,” say when getting off the car. Then scatter the mother. Kissing the back of his hand.
“Waalaikumsalam ..” Mother and Ken.
“Now, Nda?”
“Iya ... hayoo spout!” sergeant Ken.
“Use my car only. The food is already in the back seat,” sambar Ken. Who has opened the second passenger door for the mother.
Danang sat in front with Ken driving. While Kirei sat with his mother on the second bench.
Arrive at a public cemetery in the suburbs of Solo. Car stopped. There are many parked vehicles.
Rushed them down with food neatly arranged in a round tray with decorated banana leaves. There are savory rice, chicken shavings, sambal krecek, potato parchment and vegetable lodeh siamese pumpkin.
For side dishes except chicken shavings placed in a container of notch. Namely banana leaves are formed quadrilateral and then embedded with a lidi. While traditional cakes are also no less left behind such as cucur, apem and jadah.
All nyadran visitors sit cross-legged on the mat, in a place that has been provided by the committee. Then do a prayer together. For the good of deceased relatives, brothers and sisters. Good for those who are alive.
The event continued with a meal together. By exchanging the food that each visitor brought. So that created togetherness between visitors.
The last event closed with a working day. It is to clean up the remains of former dining events together and clean up the environment of public burial places as a form of solidarity and care. Although the TPU here is always clean because there is already a responsible person who cleans it every day.
Several times they were greeted and greeted people who knew them. Which happens to be a complex. And become a customer of the shop. With brother of eyang.
“This is the place to be,” said mother introduced to Danang, “yang this—“ show mother on a black marble headstone with prominent gold writing, “— Eyang kakung, etc,” then mother pointed at the tombstone that is still in the form of wood, “this one has Eyang uti. Has not been replaced yet.”
They then sat crouching around the two gravestones. Prayers led by Ken.
“Aamiin ..” They cupped their palms to their faces. As a closing prayer. Spreading rose petals, cantile flowers and jasmine flowers on the ground. Watering with rose water.
“Eyang uti hasn't died in a year. So it hasn't been replaced yet,” Kirei said as they walked hand in hand leaving the TPU.
The man was just a beard.
The car moves slowly leaving the TPU along with other vehicles that are also aiming the same.
“What's the truth, Brother?” he was curious when he just arrived home. He washes his hands in the kitchen sink. Then he took off the pashmina on his head.
“Sit down first, Rei. Make Danang mas drink,” mother's word.
“Iya, Nda .. Yes. This again want to make a drink,” sahutnya who still stand in the kitchen. Opening the kitchen set top. Grab the red syrup of cocopandan flavor. Pour it on a glass.
“I too!” yelled Ken from the living room sitting with Danang.
“Drinks come ...” Her speech.
“Before sultan, be told first,” said Ken joking.
He who was sitting next to Danang thinned his lips, “You want sure!” guess it.
Mother came with a brown envelope and handed it to her.
“What, Nda?” he was confused to see the envelope.
“Open ...”
“Yesterday baapu to here,”
“Bring this to you and Ken.” Mother was sifting herself beside Ken.
The girl stared for a moment at Danang. Then release the hook and loosen the rope on the envelope. Take some paper out of there.
“Portemail?!” forehead wrinkling.
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Notation
Nyadran: the tradition of the people of Central Java in order to welcome the holy month of Ramadan. Usually the implementation is on the 10th date of the month of Rajab or every coming of the month of Shaban. Usually come to TPU bring traditional food. Pray together and eat together.
Hinda Woloolo Habarimu (Gorontalo Language): How are you?
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