SELAQ
Episode "Long Nights in Bunge Village" (1)
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“Have mom said, don't play with her!”
The middle-aged woman's voice was suppressing, harboring anger. His breath was wheezing with chest-stifling emotions.
The girl who was his son was dragged violently. But the screams of the 5-year-old child's pain did not make the mother soften. His hands even more powerful dragging the sweet-talking boy.
“For mom, geez,”
“Dikasih did you break the mother ban?” he snaps it rough.
There was no answer from the little boy. Besides complaining of pain. His mother was like a lion who had just pounced on a prey.
“He said you just know the taste!” mother's murmur was anxious.
A girl, staring at the passing of the mother and child. Until he was 11, he never knew what reason the parents in his village were, asking his children to stay away from him: like it or be forced.
Now living, the faithful wooden doll accompanied him. The doll he had just used told him about the story of the village hero. But not yet finished telling me, the girl's mother, came to force her son home.
His left hand was holding a wooden puppet. The right hand squeezes the chest.
“Kok here hurts once,” he said raucously.
For the umpteenth time, the young girl herself was again in the field. No one dared to approach him.
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The night curtain has been laid out. Bunge Village slowly fell asleep shrouded in a wet mist.
The lights in the houses have been extinguished. Except for one house that looks like a lot of people gathered there.
“Pak Kades, how come the boy is left wandering around!” squeal a man with emotions that burn the crown.
“You promised to keep him from wandering around, but this afternoon the boy almost caught my son,” said a mum burst out.
“Already Bu Kerimasih do not overdo it,” said the man called Mr. Kades or the Village Chief.
“Oh, so you can't believe, my son is just alone with that boy, you are so calm!” he was angry, his speech did not succeed in making Kades panic.
“Quiet mom, quiet gentlemen, please everyone calm down!” this time the voice of Mr. Kades rose in front of dozens of residents who came to his house.
“Do not rhyme. Mother's son is fine. Don't get burned by the bad thoughts you created in your own mind,”
“Indeed has not happened yet, but if I am late it will definitely happen!” mom's sergeant was fierce.
“After all, Mr. Kades, we don't want the boy wandering around anymore!” the other sahut.
“Chain only, if need fitting!”
“Kill it, let this village be safe!”
People who talk are getting uncontrollable. Spilling resentment is like throwing away dirt at will.
The night that should have been cold by the wet wind on the slopes of Mount Rinjani, turned hot with anger that burned hearts and minds.
“If you do not want to be silent and do not want to listen to me, please raise your hand to replace me as the village head,”
The words of the 75-year-old man were like magic that instantly locked the mouths of citizens. They just remembered the old man sitting cross-legged in front of them, not the usual old man. The old man's name was Baloq Darwire.
No one dared to talk afterwards. Kerimasih's mother who had continued to babble was now frozen in the corner of the village hall. His face was pale with guilt.
“How will anyone want to replace me?” baloq Darwire once again.
All speechless. No one dared to answer. Even shuffled.
“Alright, tonight please go home. The Jumindri issue is my business. Rest assured you never know what you are saying and doing tonight,” for a moment he stopped his words and took a sip of a cigarette from a corn skin midrib.
“Go home and take care of your wife and child, because it could be very long tonight,”
The citizens also obey. They left Baloq Darwire still unshuffled from his place cross-legged from the beginning.
Only after all went the old man took care of the bull (place betel), then stepped out of the village hall. Through the silence of the deep night.
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“Jumindri, open the door. I know you haven't slept yet son,” said gentle Baloq Darwire.
The girl called out was not shuffled. He remained pensively seated on a bamboo cot in an old hut with a partially weathered hedge.
Jumindri knows who's coming. But he was lazy to open the door. The old man must have come to blame her again.
“Come on, open the door. Grandpa wants to talk,”
“Just go home, I know what you're coming for. I was wrong for coming out of this prison-like hut. Leave the preaching energy to return to your home,” said the boy.
Baloq Darwire sighed. He felt sorry for the girl who lived alone in the old hut.
His hands were already wrinkled, tightly grasping the pillars of the hut full of holes eaten by termites.
“Will I tell you about Raden Djelange, our village hero again?”
Jumindri stared at the wooden doll that faithfully accompanied her.
I don't know when the doll was there. He only remembered once he recognized himself, the doll was already there.
“That story again. I told a girl this afternoon, but her mother came and asked me to stay away from her child. I thought your story wasn't good quality,”
“How about Dewi Pujasari?” rayu Baloq Darwire's.
“Who is he?”
“She's wife Raden Djelange,”
“Why should I hear a husband and wife story that I just do not know who they are, even because of the story about the husband, today I lost a friend again,” sungutu.
“I think you'll love this story, son. The story of Dewi Pujasari will give you an idea of what the love of the whole mother,”
Jumindri. His hands back to his chest. A pain that doesn't stab there. But this time it was followed by her warmed eyes.
“Ya already told me,” he said quietly with a vibrating voice.
“That little boy should be with an old man like me. You don't have to prepare warm water just for my storytelling tonight. But at least open the door. Outside of the cold, my skin and flesh had already begun to thin out not strongly resisting the bone-chilling air,”
Lazily, Jumindri rose. His hand pulled the doorstop, then let Baloq Darwire in.
“But don't die here yeah, I don't have any friends to bury you alone,”
“Bolder boy!”
“Playck!” baloq Darwire's hand clamped Jumindri's head violently.
“Open mercy, geez,” Jumindri complain.
The two laughed out loud, between the silence of the late night. Out there the wind was blowing slowly carrying a bone-chilling cold.
Once upon a time there was a howl of a coyote splitting the silence of the night. Adding to the sound sleep Bunge Village.