Pang Sagoe, Make me your Wife!!!
The Polos Rahmah...
Bugs…
“Bangggg..”.
My father was hit with a gun handle until he fell to the ground floor. Mom screamed at that and immediately sat down weakly while crying hugging my father.
“We're not hiding anyone, sir. I'm just a broken shaman. If they were injured by bullets, they would definitely not go to my house because I could not cure them. I am not a doctor!” said my father stammered. We were gathered together with mom and dad in the front room.
“Check again!” he shouted and the soldiers stabbed our rice sacks with knives until the rice was spilled on the ground.
“You finished cooking what early in the morning, heh?”
“Sa-I did fast cooking because later it will help Father children looking for medicinal leaves.” Answer mother.
I didn't think my mother was so good at lying. Our family is like a fruit. If we tell them about the rebels then we will only survive the soldiers but those fellow rebels will definitely arrest us for treason even if it is impossible because my father is so supporting the rebels' fight for justice that I myself have not clearly understood.
“Do not try to lie to us! You think we're stupid?”
Brakkk…
Next is the destruction of whatever objects are near them. “You know, because of those rebels, we lost a lot of friends. Do you think we have no family there in Java?”
Brakkk…
Now I'm beginning to realize that their attitude is because their friend was injured or died from being attacked by the rebels. But the question in my mind is what is wrong with this simple furniture of my house? Why is the furniture that has to bear the consequences? Ah, I don't like those soldiers. They are armed but only dare to be dead. Why don't you just take the rebels to the forest? Why should I come to my house? Then is it true that I heard earlier that the dying man was Pang Sagoe?
Between fear and pleasure, I did not focus on the figure of the pang sagoe. “Hey, you! Why are you smiling? Are you laughing at us?” a soldier was about to throw his hand at me but someone from them pulled the man over.
“And, she's a woman.”
“He's laughing at us.” One of them directly dragged the man called ‘Dan’ and then they came out of my house.
My sisters look so scared to see them but me? I'm not afraid at all just that I don't like to see them let alone the soldiers who've ruined my furniture.
“Come morning prayers first!” take the father and accompanied by the father, we went to the well to take water wudu.
The next day…
Several soldiers are still standing guard in various corners of our village. I followed my father to the hill where we looked for leaves for the medicines he often used when treating his patients.
“Assalamualaikum.” My father and I spoke together when we came home from the hill.
“Walaikumsalam.” Mom came to us and took our basket and put it in. I smiled to see my mother so reverent as to glorify my father even as her children grew up.
“Daddy want to shower or eat first?” ask me to bring a glass of water. While me? I gawked away to fetch myself some water in the kitchen.
“How about them?” mother asked father half-whispering but still caught by my ear.
“Too dangerous if Dad comes down now. Moreover, the soldiers are still intensively conducting checks in various corners of the village.” I could only sigh when I heard my father's words. This conflict is getting longer instead of getting subsided but becoming more and more. Ever since I became aware of the situation and understood the situation. This conflict is already going on and every time I ask dad. When will this conflict end?
Dad always replied, “A cigarette again?”
The day changed but the conflict was not over. The soldiers had left my village after checking and it turned out that the person they were looking for was indeed nowhere to be found. Dad himself always went down to the basement at certain times to check on the man. Somehow that guy was doing after a week down there.
I myself do not care anymore because I have returned to my world to join my friends to the rice fields. I went with some friends and mothers in my village to grow rice. We get paid in the afternoon when the return hour comes. This is the only job I can do because our education as a village is not high. The highest is to graduate from elementary school and if lucky will be applied quickly and if not, just wait for your turn.
My average peers already had one or even two children at sixteen while I was? It's not that no one's asking for me, but dad's always coming back if I'm too young to get married. Six times I refused the proposal of people who came from various villages with different backgrounds. There are farmers, traders, brick factory owners, artisans, fishermen until the last is the son of the imam of the next village mosque. He was a young man who had just returned from boarding school and had become a sadist but still rejected by my father. I don't know what's underlying it to reject the pesantren graduate man who has guaranteed his religion and can certainly lead me to the divine heaven.
Did you ask me when I rejected them? Nah! Dad never asked for my opinion, then after they came home, I was just told if the one who came was intending to propose to me and when I asked if he accepted? Nah!
I didn't ask why either and Dad didn't say anything after that either. It's weird, isn't it? But this is the truth. If asked if I want to get married, the answer is a shoulder blade. I myself am confused by my heart. My friends say they marry the one they love. I asked them, What is love like? Why fall in love when you just met? Is it love or want? Want to be with her, want to be close to her, want to always be with her. I questioned them but what did I get after that?
“Rahmah, we are not in high school and live in the village. But we can't be that stupid. Cook love only you don't know.” Sahut one of friends.
“Everything is Grace, you get married immediately to know what love is and how it feels.” The other law.
“Your father has treated more than three people, Mah. Parents said, if you refuse the application more than three times then after it will be difficult to mate.” Another timpal again.
“It is not true, the proof is that Rahmah's father has rejected six people. So I can't believe it!”
“Agree!!!” my spoken.
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