THE BEDOL KEMBANG
BEDOL KEMBANG BERSIH BAB 1
2010 Years.
The mall was crowded with people who had contacted a famous pesinden to ask for a photo or signature. They were the fans who were impatiently waiting and when their idol appeared, they were all scrambling forward. The atmosphere of meeting the fans was so noisy, crammed, crammed into each other and pushed. Even security cannot control the fans. Seeing that, the committee decided to postpone the event and bring the patient out of the commotion.
A mother walked quickly while holding her son's hand. “Ayo Neng* spit, you should know this pesinden ... this pesinden idol Ambu (Mother; bhs. Sunda) loh ... later you are big, you also have to be a pesinden kayak him yes.. let's cepet the road oruh!” the mother said she pulled her son's hand. The little girl just followed her mother.
*Neng is the affectionate call of parents to their daughters in Sunda, West Java.
The mother and son saw that everyone was trying to get close to the patient who seemed uncomfortable with the situation. Some people who are on the top floor of the mall also call his name, “Titi! Titi!” The patient just waved his hand. The mother and the child entered among the crush of the people. The child does not like this condition. “Ambu home! Ambu want to go home!” he shouted but the mother did not pay attention to the cry of her son, he continued to pull his son's hand until finally they managed to be in the hapadan pesinden.
The mother was amazed when she was in front of her idol. He looked at his idol with admiration and then pulled his son and said nervously, “Teh Titi, idol servant (me) .. want to take a picture with us?” The pesinden gave a quick glance at the mother and her son then clasped his hands until he nudged the HP held by the mother until it was thrown. The mother was shocked and then looked for her HP that fell between the legs of the people but the unrestrained crowd even made her fall and stomped on her. “Ambuuuu! Ambuuu!” shouted the child.
A security guard who saw it immediately helped pull the mother and her son away from the crowd that moved following the famous pesinden's steps into the glass elevator. “Ambu, Ambu,” the boy hugged his mother whose hair was tangled, her face dirty and her clothes were messy because they were trampled underfoot. “Ambu ga nothing Neng .. ga nothing,” he said calming the child. Hugging her mother, the little girl looked at the famous pesinden who was inside the glass elevator with a sharp gaze.
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The atmosphere of SMK Pasundan school that afternoon was quiet. The classes seem empty. The hallways of the school also seemed quiet on the first floor as well as on the second floor. Cloudy clouds hung in the sky that afternoon. There was a great-goal echo of the sound of women being carried by the wind through the hallways and classes. The voice of women who are developing a Sundanese child. His voice sounded soft, melodious, which was occasionally given a high screech. The dim sky, the rumbling of lightning that was smoldering behind the gray clouds also felt how grievous it sounded.
Soon, following the sound of degung (gamelan) Sunda joined the echo slowly. Drove in a regular pentatonic tone. Tabuh slowly accompanied lirih tembang was sung. Followed by the sound of Sundanese flute that sounded hypnotic. The combination of them all produces a mystical rhythmic rhythm. Beautiful at once shavings the fur. On the second floor, at the very corner, a female bathroom door opened slowly. There is no wind, no people. Opening up by yourself with a creaking sound.
The branches of the big tree across from the teacher's room were rustling despite the wind not blowing. Some of its tree branches seemed to be grazing heavily downwards like someone was occupying. Inside the dim corner of the library, a bench shifted itself violently until it hit the closet making a book from the third shelf fall to the floor.
In the next room, the school guard who was cleaning the teacher's room held his nape and looked around. The empty room of the teacher looked back at him in silence. He shrieked, he immediately finished his work and closed the door.
Sinden and degung's voice continued to be heard. It came from a carawitan room on the edge of an empty garden. The door of the room was half open. Inside it appears from behind a figure of a white hooded woman sitting on a mat. His head shook rhythmically slowly to the right and to the left enjoying. His eyes closed solemnly. Until the chat arrived at the final tone which was closed with a soft voice followed by a thumping sound that stopped.
Suddenly, the room became quiet. The figure of the hooded woman was silent, still with her eyes closed. While around him five pairs of eyes were staring at him, waiting for him. Slowly the woman opened her eyes followed by her wide smile. So there was a loud applause echoing in the room filled with the tools of the carawitan.
“Eduuun Wiii, maneh cool pisan (Crazy Wii, you are so cool)!” exclaim Imas amazed. “Urang goosebumps teu nyangka maneh can kitu nyindenna (I got goosebumps, ga nyang thought you could do nyaanyinya),” the same Icebergs with Imas filled with admiration. “Tah Sih, eta tea results of tina training, teu jiga maneh males training .. so we pales wae, matakna ku Pak Ujang maneh moved so maen degung hehehe (Tuh Sih, it was the result of training, your style, males training so aja fals continue, so the same Pak Ujang you were moved into a hehehe degung player),” cengir Wira who had hit the degung tools. “Ah bae anjir, urang geus effort, kudu kumaha deui, da si Dewi mah is indeed boga talent (Ah biarin anjir, I have effort, should how again. If the Goddess ‘kan does have talent),” kilah Esih.