ONE LOVE, TWO CONTINENTS
Waiting for : What's Sure?
Sultan Thaha Syaifuddin Airport, although it looks not like Soekarno-Hatta Airport or Airport. Naturally, not as broad and sophisticated as the services at International Airport such as Soekarno-Hatta. My eyes are looking for travel that will take me wherever I go looking for data about Bengkulu. I saw a man so agitated in the passenger lounge.
“Is she the one who picked me up?”
I also do not know who picked me, Mr. Rismawan just said later there will be someone to pick up, whether he said travel or epel or level, as I recall he said that.
I approached the man, “There is waiting for yah sir?” I tried to provoke the initial conversation, I was afraid of the wrong people.
“Yes," the man replied flatly, his eyes busy watching the passengers who had just arrived.
“Then can you know, who are you waiting for guests or family?”
“Guests from Jakarta Mas.” The more straightened my question, in order to keep the man's feelings, I deliberately give time to ask other things.
“From travel well Sir?”
“Iya Mas," The man remained indifferent and was still looking for the person he was waiting for.
“I do not be invited to chat continue mas, later the person I wait for from morning ride another travel again. Sorry Mas!”, the man is getting upset.
“Sorry Mas, I am also waiting for the person who picked me up. I am also from Jakarta.”
“Sorry Mas, that's the person I'm waiting for has arrived. Maybe Mas was wrong, "the man was more and more indifferent to my words, and rushed to his guest who had just arrived.
I was getting displaced, the transport provided by Mr. Rismawan was only limited to the airport, the rest I had to wait for people to pick up. This is the risk if you do not have a communication tool. Public phones have rarely been seen, almost all use mobile phones. After I came back from Jambi I must have a mobile phone at least a second Mobile.
It's been an hour and a half I've been waiting for people to pick me up, the more restless I've been waiting. I have to find a comfortable place, the sun is getting stinging. A bottle of cold drink I shaved, thirst and hunger were gone.
I was looking for a friend to talk to, while waiting for the person who picked me up, looked straight in posture, his hands clasped the folds of the newspaper. Syahrel.
“Mas, here wartel where is yah?” Syahrel was already worried about the situation.
Almost two hours waiting for the envoy from the office who will guide Syahrel do not know the juntrungannya.
“At the end of the corridor," her index finger is pointed at as a hint.
“Limited Mas.”
“Ok.”
Syahrel also set foot to the place in question. He tried to contact Mr. Rismawan, although a little awkward, but he had to ask. Considering no one's picking up.
“Siang Sir.”
“Iya. Who's this?”
“Syahrel.”
“Oh. Already arrived at Rel?”
“Alhamdulillah already Sir.”
“Good then.”
“But sorry sir, I don't know who picked me.”
Well geez Rel, why new my phone.”
“Not good sir, afraid of interrupting.”
“Yah. You can call this number.”
Mr. Rismawan dictates one by one the number of people who will pick up Syarel.
“Name Hardi, Rel.”
“Good Sir. I tried to contact him.”
“Happy duty.”
“Thank you Sir.”
“Hallo. This is Mas Hardi?”
“……"
“I Syahrel Mas.”
“Syahrel where is yah?” Sounds faint from behind the earphones.
“Syahrel his envoy Pak Rismawan, from Jakarta”
“Oh. Where is the position of Mr now?”
“In the fork of the road, not far from the airport.”
“I follow there, exactly where is Mas?”
“Wartel.” When the man arrived at the place that Syahrel had pointed out, suddenly.
“So," at the same time.
“Please mas first," Syahrel
“You Syahrel?”
“Betul.”
“I Hardi, assigned Mr. Rismawan to soften you.”
“So you, who I just asked earlier?”
“Iya Mas, sorry I am not polite. You see I was worried, it has been an hour but I have not met with a man named Syahrel.”
“It's okay Mas.”
“How about we go directly to hotel?”
“Ok.”
It only takes fifteen minutes from the airport to the inn.
“Mas, if you want to rest let me show you his room.” Show me Hardi.
He briefly entered the hotel room, after tidying up the luggage. Syarel also returned to meet Hardi who had been waiting in the hotel lobby.
“Who do we take a walk?” Ask Syahrel
“Siap Mas.”
“The first task we are looking for public figures who understand about Jambi.”
“Ada Mas's. His name is Mr. Dulamien.”
“Now we go to his house.”
“Beres Mas.”
Not many more words, they rushed to the house of the community leader in question. The residence is quite far away, Simpang Rimbo to be exact.
The agenda after the interview, hunting images tailored to the results of the interview with Mr. Dulamien.
“Include my name Syahrel Pak, from the magazine Get it. This is my ID card and this is a magazine. I was assigned to write in a column of Cultural Charm. Mr. Dulamien was so friendly to welcome us and started the story about Jambi.
“With the end of the Jambi sultanate following the death of Sulthan Thaha Saifuddin on April 27, 1904 and the success of the Dutch to control the territories of the Jambi Sultanate, Bengkulu was designated as a Residency and entered into the territory of the Nederlandsch Indie. The first jambi resident O. L. Helfrich who was appointed based on the Decree of the Governor-General of the Netherlands No. 20 dated May 4, 1906 and on July 2, 1906 he was inaugurated," Pak Dulmien started his story with Malay, the dialect he used was known as Bungo or Tebo dialect. Malay language style but there is a replacement of the letter vocal a with o. Like we changed a little with kito.
“There is no influence of RI independence with the formation of this Province Pak?” Syahrel began to be interested in the history of Mr. Dulamien who was old.
“Obviously ado. Dutch rule over Jambi for approximately 36 years. On March 9, 1942 there was a transfer of power to the Japanese government. On August 14, 1945, Japan surrendered to the Allies. On August 17, 1945, the Republic of Indonesia was proclaimed. Sumatra during the Proclamation became one Province, namely Sumatra Province and Medan as its capital and MR. Teuku Muhammad Hasan appointed to hold the position of Governor. On April 18, 1946, the Indonesian National Committee of Sumatra convened in Bukittinggi decided that the Province of Sumatra consists of the tigo Sub Province, namely the Sub Provinces of North Sumatra, Central Sumatra and South Sumatra. The Central Sumatra Province sub-district includes the residencies of West Sumatra, Riau and Jambi. Pull the Jambi Residency to enter South Sumatra or Central Sumatra ternyate quite alot and the end is determined by voting at the Sumatran KNI Session and the Jambi Residency enters Central Sumatra. The Provincial Sections of the Province of Sumatra were then with law number 10 in 1948 was established as a Province. By Law.No. 22 of 1948 concerning the Principles of the Regional Government of Jambi residency when it was composed of 2 Districts and 1 City of Prajo Jambi.” So enthusiastic Mr. Dulamien told me.
“Regencies what are you sir?” Ask Syahrel
The counties are adaleh...” The face was bowed, his eyes closed. As if forcing him to remember the names of the districts.
“…..Merangin Regency which includes Muara Tebo, Muaro Bungo, Bangko and Batanghari kewedanaan consists of Muara Tembesi, Jambi Luar Kota, and Kuala Tungkal. The time continues to pass, many public shopkeepers who want the residence of Jambi to become part of South Sumatra and in other parts of it want to remain even ado who want to stand alone. Moreover, Kerinci is again required to enter the Jambi Residency, Jambi, because since June 1, 1922 Kerinci which was a part of the Jambi Sultanate was incorporated into the West Sumatra residency precisely so part of the South Coastal Regency and Kerinci,"so cool Mr. Dulmien said, saying, until he did not realize he had dominated the conversation, Syahrel just be a good listener.