The Underwater Palace
Whip
“Snakes and crocodiles? Meaning there are two kingdoms?” my many.
“According to the story it used to be like that. There's a snake palace at the end there,” grandma pointed to her left.
“Means in the area we enter the crocodile palace?”
“Yes, that's why many people are ritualistically anchoring here,”
“Means not just aja?”
“Melabuh it's our tradition of inheritance from datu (ancestors) hereditary whose house on the edge of the river. But not all who bury it like Abahmu.”
“Then they are anchored for what?”
“For example, we must be anchored so that juriat, posterity is not disturbed and that doing so must be with a sincere heart.”
After hearing the explanation from my grandmother I began to understand a little about the ancestral traditions I had just learned. I also became very enthusiastic about watching the ritual.
“Already night. You sleep there,” said grandma.
“Iya Aya sleep first yes Ni.”
I went into my room, I threw myself down and pulled the blanket because I was so sleepy. Hearing stories from my grandmother like being read a fairy tale before going to bed accompanied by the sound of insects at night I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
***
The next day, I prepared to accompany my grandmother to go to the market located not far from my home. My grandmother and I walked for a few minutes.
The market in my own place is not like most markets, the sellers usually sell their sales with jukung or commonly known as rowboats. Traders usually sell vegetables, cakes, fruits and other garden products.
Almost similar to the floating market but the difference is we buy it on land precisely beside the dock only my seller who uses a boat.
As for buying staples such as rice and others, usually abah shopping to the market which is a little far from our home.
I saw a mother who was selling cakes and fried food, but the position was a little far from the dock I had to shout to call her.
“Acil! Acyl! Nukar wadai (buy cake),” I shouted.
In my area acil itself is a term for an older person can be used for the name of a sister from the mother or father (aunty) or we also usually use it to call the seller if she is a girl.
The mother luckily heard my call, she paddled her boat to pull over to me. I bought some cakes and fried foods and did not forget grandma also bought a banana mas to anchor.
After from the market I helped grandma cook, incidentally abah also has come to bring glutinous rice, chicken eggs and also flowers for the ritual of anchoring.
To cook sticky rice only grandma can because I haven't learned how to make it.
“When did you put it? Midnight?” my many.
“Kada (no) got to fit sanja (later at dusk).”
“Why should sanja? It's not that we can't be outside,” I said.
“Because that's when they exist and gather,” says.
I raised my eyebrows and nodded my head if I understood I was resuming my cooking for lunch.
After cooking I took a pillow and laid myself on the floor while watching my favorite show on TV.
“Aya lakasi (fast) eat!” said grandma.
“Iya,” sahutku.
I got up from the floor and went straight to the kitchen to get some food, in my family if the eating problem didn't just have to be together. We ate together only at certain times.
I picked up a plate of rice and side dishes and sat back in front of the TV.
“Food! Food!” my spoken.
This is my habit before reading the meal prayer, I first offer my food if in my area the name is offered. Since childhood I was taught when going to eat must offer anyone in the house including invisible creatures of the house.
After offering and reciting prayers I also had lunch, sometimes my meal stopped because I was too focused on watching TV.
“Rejeki in front!” connect grandma.
I quickly finished my meal, washed the dishes I used and went back to watching TV again until late afternoon.
I stared at the wall clock apparently already at 16:40 pm was seen in the kitchen grandma and abah was busy preparing offerings to pray.
Grandma put the mature sticky rice on the plate by sticking one egg of boiled chicken that has not been skinned in the middle and the flowers of the makeup on the edge of the plate.
We wait for the time until dusk arrives precisely when almost adzan magrib reverberated.
Me and my brother walked on the board, carrying offerings with the waves and orange sky crouched and patted the river water three times.
“Assalamualaikum, Prince Suriyan I call you. Here are some offerings for you,” said abah.
Abah dipped his right hand while holding a plate containing sticky rice and eggs, abah dipped his hands deep enough to pass his elbow even his sleeve until wet, then proceed with planting banana mas with the same method.
I just kept quiet and watched what I did until it was over.
Me and my brother went into the house and closed the door.
“Who is that prince?” I asked who had heard it at the time.
“That's his name. You also need to remember it, because this is our tradition that must still be maintained.”
“How does it feel?” my many.
“What feeling?”
“Ya dipping hands into the water there will be a culture,”.
“Not a real crocodile Aya. They exist but cannot be seen with ordinary eyes. When Abah berlabuh there is a pull like a magnet well that's when the plate should be removed,” said abah.
“Ooh ... Aya we crocodile sunghuha.”
“You said yesterday to see repeat? It's possible that he was visiting so don't think too much about it,” said Abah.
“Iya Bah.”
Abah went up and prepared to go to Mushola. I had a chance to remember if at first you did not want to do this and did not accept it but it seems Abah already wanted to do it.
Ting!
The notification sound on my HP, apparently it was a short message sent by Laras.
“Yes I've come home from the hospital,” Laras wrote in a message.
“Aalhamdulillah's. How do you still feel pain? How are you injured?” my reply.
“Not Yes. The wound is no longer sick stay healing time aja.”
“Thank God it was. Oh yes I saw abah berabuh.”
“Tabooh? Don't you want to?”
“Iya was originally like that but now you want.”
“Sometimes invite me also dong I am also curious,” reply Laras.
“Iya later. I also don't know when you want to anchor again.”
“Let me know ya.”
“Iya.”
I also ended the message with Laras, I went to the room to perform the magrib prayer which I almost forgot to do.
Connect first yes gangs do not forget the support yes.