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Section 199: Tinung 3
Once inside the house, the herd saw so many creatures there, all gathered together, like a hostess of demons, now they were eating together. As soon as they saw the arrival of Alka and the comrades, they were indifferent, Alka did not intend to expel, whatever they want, the important thing is not to disturb.
“Taste no? so entering immediately feels cold right?” Mr. RT asked, he hugged himself a sign of cold, but it was outside the cold air, understand, this is rural, it should be true that he felt the presence of ‘they’, did not feel cold, he said, but it feels stuffy because so many creatures are there of different ages and types.
“Ya Pak.” Aditia just smiled.
“This is also still dirty, so it must be cleaned first, want me to call the villagers to help?” ask Mr. RT.
“No need.”
“You guys, six people doang, later long time ago bebersihnya.”
“Pak, we are many kok.” Aditia smiled meaningfully.
“Means?”
“Ya six tuh much Pak.” Ganding diverted the conversation.
“Yaudah then.”
“Oh yes Sir, can you ask something?” Aditia asked suddenly, the others nodded, as this indeed had to be asked.
“Bby, please tanya.”
“Is it true here there is a myth, that girls born with birthmarks on the face will die at six months of age?”
Mr. RT was silent for a while, he then invited everyone to the courtyard, sitting on a terrace that looked cleaner than inside, it seemed like he would tell the last incident quite a long, long time, so choose a better place to tell stories.
“So, here's the story ..”
A CHILD BORN
There was the sound of a mother screaming about to give birth, she was straining with a cry for the baby to be born.
In this village giving birth is still done at home, by a former midwife maid, arguably a shaman giving birth. He worked at a midwife clinic in the city for a dozen years. Then after getting married, she did not work anymore and helped the people in the village to give birth.
A couple ready to wait for their child, this couple has never checked into a Doctor or midwife in the city, too far to go there and also the cost is quite expensive. They only depend on the fate of the birthing shaman named Nuraeni, the shaman gave birth to have a heart rate detector, a very useful tool in such a remote place, at the very least, every mother who is pregnant, can know that her child is fine without the need to go to the city to check the content.
During this time, Nuraeni managed to help many mothers to give birth, even though she was not young anymore, almost fifty years.
All the citizens believed in him, he was also a good person who sometimes helped selflessly, not paid at all. Because of her simple life with a husband who works as a farmer, it was enough for her.
As he is currently helping a married couple who are ready to welcome the birth of their child.
After waiting for the complete opening for almost a day, the child was born safely. But as soon as Nuraeni saw his face. She's trembling.
But Nuraeni is trying to keep doing his job well. Cut the umbilical cord, pull out the ari-ari and lastly bathe the baby.
A beautiful baby, but with a birthmark on a pretty big face.
As soon as the baby was given to her mother, her mother screamed hysterically, her husband was the same.
They knew what the fate of the child would be.
They did not care too much about the sign, which they feared was not able to take care of the child properly, until finally Tinung was taken.
“We should what Mbah Nur?” ask husband.
“I don't know, during the helping of childbirth, no one survived.” Nuraeni cried, she was also confused, because she was only a child shaman, not a shaman of supernatural knowledge.
“Will this child also fate like them?”
“Only God knows, about the fate of the boy Sir.” Nuraeni is trying to strengthen.
“Mbah Nur, help us, is it possible to take him to the city, so he could have been spared from Tinung right? because he is in this village, maybe if to this child's city will survive.”
“You know, it's useless, there's been a move and still the same, he's chasing it.”
The husband and wife hugged each other tightly, the child crying out for fear that his parents would lose him.
Nuraeni came home with the same worries.
When she got home, her husband and son were sitting in the living room.
“How? is your child born?” ask Nuraeni's husband.
“Already.” Nuraeni sat down limply.
“Why? don't tell ... girls with birthmarks?”
“Iya Mas, I am really sad, afraid that the child will not survive again!” Nuraeni covered her face, she was crying.
“You have no responsibility to save them from Tinung, you have tried your hardest to help these villagers give birth, even selflessly. So, don't be too burdened.”
“I feel useless, because every time they ask for help, I can only say can not help.”
“Nur, you know, that it's not in our ability.” His very wise husband tried to calm his wife down, while his eighteen-year-old daughter, a beautiful daughter was busy reading, he was soon going to town to continue his studies, Nuraeni had raised enough money to finally raise her son from his services to help give birth. Because sometimes she also helps give birth from the village next door.
“Iya Ma'am, don't be too sad, it's not your responsibility.”
“If you become a nurse or midwife like your dream, you will know what it is like for Nak, the child you helped bring to this world, to give up on a wrong destiny, you know when he should go back to God. It feels like not doing it well, it feels like you're taking part in the crime.”
Nuraeni's family could only fall silent and end up eating dinner and falling asleep.
Days turn into weeks, weeks into months, and then finally that time comes. The boy was six months old. As usual, residents will do maximum assistance to the couple.
They will keep alternating in that house for 24 four hours. They did all the best way to look after the baby, even giving him sajen, a musric thing he shouldn't have done, but they were too desperate.
At two o'clock at night, some men were sitting in the couple's yard, they were not sleepy because they provided coffee and also wet cakes for friends to stay up late, this is the third day after the baby is six months old.
His wife was in the living room, they were not sleeping either, they were surrounding the baby to be guarded.
But ....
The sound of dragging footsteps rang out, the sound of soft chattering rang out, a song they had never heard for a long time. The game is usually played by three to five children, the children will bend one of their legs back, while turning each other back, their bent legs were linked to each other with knots that locked each other, then they began to sing.
Jajaheans
Kohkol kadempet
Jejeretian
This time the singing was a woman in a white knee-length dress, her path dragged, a voice that should have been carefree coming from the children, but now it was coming out of the woman's mouth.
Surprisingly, the sound sounded magical, all who heard it began to be hypnotized and slowly began to stand up, as the sound grew closer, everyone who heard it in the house looked blankly, and they looked, as if their souls were captive, then Eprlahan made a play move from the song.
They turned their backs to each other, bent their legs back and began to jump while singing. They sang with blank eyes.
The woman who walked was dragged until also in the place where the baby was guarded before, neat now the baby was alone, all the adults were busy playing and singing.
The woman looked down, she saw the baby's face, just like his. Blackening of some faces.
“Cantics.” The woman said softly, she rubbed the face with her blackened hands.
After that, he left, everyone who had been playing, fell silent. They were confused as to why their position had changed, everyone looked like they were playing.
The mother of the baby was screaming hysterically.
“Why?” ask husband.
“Our child ... Our child does not breathe!” The baby has returned to his Lord.
Her mother hysterically returns and her father faints. Again they lost by Tinung, Tinung managed to take back the baby with a birthmark similar to him.
“Then what happened to the abandoned family, sir?” ask Ganding. They were all still sitting in the courtyard of the house and Mr. RT was done telling Tinung the last victim.
“The baby's mother became a little ... less sane, because she lost her child in a fast time, her father still continues to look for ways to get his wife back in sane, being a citizen, all misgivings while pregnant, and the, many marriages take place outside the village. The women chose to marry men outside this village, because they believed the male seed in this village was too frightening and dangerous. Because it is proven, women who marry other village men, can give birth to perfect children both men and women. Without having to be afraid.
The village slowly became deserted. Therefore your arrival is a good thing, with electricity later, maybe we can live more modern. Sometimes demons can be cast out with modernity.”
Alisha laughed, she spontaneously said that, he alone who has been very touched by modernity and technology can be stuck with clenics, Mr. RT just rely on electricity hoping this village becomes better. That's what Alisha laughed at.
“Lais!” Alka.
“Sorry sir, but in my opinion, what needs to be done is to find the source of the problem, not even hope for something else.”
“Ah, we are too busy with daily needs that are increasingly suffocating, so we do not have enough knowledge and funds to find out about it. In this village there is no ustad or shaman to be able to help us, so we let it be.”
“Alright sir, we want to get ready first to clean this house, thank you for wanting to tell the myth in this village, thank you also sudha worried with us.” Aditia drove Mr. RT gently.
“Alright then, there will be food we send for you, so do not worry, if food, we can still provide.”
“Oh about that too Sir, we have brought enough food for us here for a few days, we also bring cooking utensils in angkot that we carry. So you do not need to bother yes, our arrival to help, not to bother let alone make a loss, we are guests who know themselves Mr.” Hartino told them they had prepared well.
In addition to cookware, they also carry generators with portable prayer power that is not noisy but small in size to provide electricity needs in this house, frozen foodstuffs with special boxes that can hold frozen food undamaged. Folding mattresses, clothes and also other purposes.
It took me two days to get to this village.
They entered the house, the door was closed, and Alka said in a loud voice.
“All can be here, but we want some clean first, so, don't disturb!” All the creatures that are there eventually disperse temporarily because the herd will clean this house with all their khodam.
It took three hours for the house to be occupied, they would sleep in two different rooms, men in one room and all women in the other.
Currently all women are cooking dinner, of course the most good cook is Alisha, Alka is only good at making potions, while Jarni can not cook at all.
They are tasked to be Alisha's assistant in cooking, they will eat easy, fried chicken and sambal as a flavor enhancer.
Jarni had trouble making sure the fried chicken was perfectly cooked or not, while Alka cooked the rice that Alisha had told her that the dosage should be appropriate, she said, because a good side dish without good rice is a waste.
“Why Jarni?” Alisha asked, she was arranging a plastic plate to eat.
“It's mature yet huh?” Jarni observed it as if it was a math problem during an exam.
“Easy really if you want to know fried chicken is perfectly cooked, first way professional. You need a kitchen themometer, a themometer prick on the chicken, if it's 73 degrees, then the chicken is perfectly cooked. But, because we do not have a kitchen thermometer, then we use conventional or simple ways. Take a knife, then puncture it in the chicken, if it comes out clear liquid, it means it is ripe, but if it comes out is blood, it means immature. Try you prick this knife.” Alisha gives Jarni a knife.
Jarni punched a knife in the fried chicken, then came out a clear liquid.
“Udah mateng!” Jarni was thrilled, as if she had gotten an A on her school exam, she even pranced. Alka smiled at the behavior of her beloved sister.
“Easy right?” Alisha smile.
“Yes, Lais. This is my first time cooking.” The quiet Jarni spoke quite a lot this time.
“Oh yes? good, you made your first time perfect.” Alisha praised him, Alka knew, she approached Jarni, she also slowly approached the others. Alka has warned that the most difficult to approach is Jarni, five friends do have trust problems in foreigners, but the level on Jarni can be doubled to not trust strangers.
Therefore Alka asked Alisha to get closer to Jarni, because if Jarni did not like her, then the story ended in this group. Looks like Alisha made it. He touches Jarni's weakness and helps him deal with that weakness.
The food was ready, they had no dining table, so they ate in the living room without tables and benches.
Eat lesehan on the mats they carry, with plastic plates, rice in magicjar and fried chicken and chili sauce. lucky they brought a generator to be able to turn on the electronic equipment including adding power to their mobile phones.
All started to eat dinner, after tired of cleaning the house, they were greedy to eat, all praise Alisha's cooking, but Alisha did not forget to tell that Jarnilah who cooked her chicken well, Jarni smiled proudly, Alisha said, because all this time he was famous for not being able to cook. For many people the gastronomy is an absolute must-have for women, but for Ganding, it's not very important, seeing Jarni's happiness that can cook, Ganding feels happy too, although cooking is not a must for Ganding to still love him.
Aliha noticed Hartino, Hartino was also ravenous. A side he had never seen at Hartino before. The luxury that Hartino always showed to all his female friends, to make himself valued first in school and campus. It's all gone here, he's eating with his legs crossed, his makeshift plastic plates and simple food. This is what Alisha wants to see, this is what Alisha wants to feel, feel close and familiar with the real Hartino.
Alisha is even ready if this is her last day to live, as she feels, enough.
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Author's Note :
There's someone here who can't cook like Jarni? or is there someone who cooks Alisha? Thanks for comment yes.
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