It's beautiful, the beach this Nias. With
a beautiful stretch of white sand, green palm trees on the beach, the
wind lilting my clothes, sunset landscape that reminded me of the past
memories with my husband, all featuring arranged in front of my eyes
this time. Yes, I'm alone here, hoping to run away from all the problems now are haunting me. And I know, my husband was hoping I come back in a warm embrace.
Although I try to forget for a moment this problem, it still troubles so cavalier present in the shadows of recollection. Beautiful beaches can also change the Nias will not distress me. These
tears falling one after another melts is inevitable, when I remembered
what was happening between me and Alexa, my husband. Should it erase memories? A question I never answered until now.
If traced back, the early story of our love both so beautiful and strong. He is very loyal to me. The wait was so strong, when he married me after I finish my college S1 in the country's leading universities in Yogyakarta. In
fact, for him is so easy to find a replacement myself another girl,
remember Alexa has the ideal posture and good looks are no doubt. Moreover, he has become an established, working in a reputable company with a karriernya positions are moved up. Ah, What woman did not glance at him!
Between Jakarta and Yogyakarta, despite the distance separating me with him, our love ended in a beautiful marriage. Interwoven love so very strong always accompanies our lives thereafter. The first years of our marriage and both look so happy. Me and Alexa was so drunk in the beauty of love is so deep.
But in the third year that never gets in the start I never thought before. We have not been blessed with a child. Maybe God has not entrusted us, maybe our struggle is not enough for this. This anxiety makes me nervous, no matter how small could be arguments that are difficult to avoid. I became a very sensitive. How could the fruit of love is present when we fight each other?
However, Alexa is so tough. In setaip MY temper, he has always been a hero to me. In the morning, when I opened my eyes, everything was sweet served at the dinner table. Of rice, side dishes and hot drinks all were ready to eat for both of us. The whole house also has neat and clean. Alexa had mopped the floor with carbolic fragrance that we like. But, again I was so arrogant to him, until my face was creased without the slightest smile. I'm still angry! Apparently Alexa was so patient with me. He did not strike back kekonyolanku. "Hayuk we eat, baby!" Finally I would also yield a call for me unfortunately.
On
a night when we lay in our bed room, self kuberanikan ask Alexa, "Why
do not we raise a child that we take from the orphanage?" Alexa such confusion, it looked very much if his face did not approve of me. He just shook his head without a word out of his mouth. We talk to each other between the outbreak of the silent night. I'm back in a heart full of uncertainty.
The next day I was getting upset. Growing anger welled up, but was never able to let go. This chest tightness once. Again Alexa be nice to me. Finally, all I ended. I left the Alexa alone. Because I assume Alexa did not want to obey my will. Maybe I'm too selfish, not willing to be patient with Alexa. Alexa is so dear to me, his attention, his loyalty so far than me. How could I, if left alone. My ego but in fact higher. I'm more inclined to follow the will of my bad. Maybe with me gone, we will be able to share mutual introspection.
Friday, October 28, 2011
Thursday, October 27, 2011
peace
ENDS has the task of Montenero. Therefore, he
now lives commit suicide. Suicide!
That's it. Why not! He has killed three people at once. Yes, three. Santa, the person who
immediately cut off the head of his father when his father refused to
sign a piece of paper containing a letter of agreement to be bound by a
party. Then Denta, which when
the murder took place trying to silence his father's mouth so as not to
scream, and Martineau who tied the rope on his father's body so that his
father did not budge on his deathbed. Because
of that, now, Montenero own suicide live!
"Good evening, Montenero. We recommend that you first tomb of the third body was fine! After that, it's up!" Inner Montenero said, struggling.
"Yes, grave yet! So, farewell!" side of inner selfhood another Montenero said.
Indeed Montenero did not need menjumput diverse wisdom to immediately bury the bodies. Anyway, pembantaiannya task was over. And by itself, grudge that dwells in him paid off shortchanged.
"But, you should have enough sense not to let human corpses were lying just because you killed! Pity their bodies lay! Supposedly if they quickly become food menggiriskan maggots in the soil. Not being soft food for the fly- green flies! " Dagger, who had been stabbed chest Santa, Denta, and Martineau respectively six times, which seems very out Montenero inner revolt, joined spoke.
Montenero sighed. Squirm."Ah, right. It should be. Now, you should be able to free your mind of wishful thinking about revenge. Remember, the three bodies it has become a meaningless piece of meat. Must be buried! You must change the mindset that is so ridiculous that, Montenero , "cecar a sword, which he planned to use also for the kill, but Santa, Denta, and Martineau was quite dead just select it with a Dagger.
"Oh yes. Yes. I remember it now. You have to prepare a lot of courage for you to be not mute in attitude. Do not be like when you're going to kill! You hunjamkan me to the third chest with trembling body. Now, for the third bury the corpse, There need not doubt that culminate pulse trembling body, breathing heavily, panting voice, and the cold sweat dripping out. All of that should be changed. Immediately! "
Montenero glanced at his watch. Tens of minutes or less three crowing cock shock going to explode. He has taken away the cold sweat which slowly but surely began to flood the face and hands.
"Quick to do! Courage has come into its own. Do it!"Morning breeze rustling. The watch is ticking. Montenero pale. Limp. What is said by the Dagger and Sword is true. No other policies in the morning that day except for burial. Of course, the funeral with all its feasibility. There is incense, flowers, fabric wrapping the corpse, and must be courage. For the latter, about the courage that few possess already Montenero. However, for incense, flowers, and also a torn piece of cloth wrapping the corpse? Or, the thought of a torn piece of cloth wrapping the corpse was no longer needed?
"Ah, so many considerations you! Take a hoe! Dig up the soil enough to bury the three bodies at once. Quick! What are you waiting, huh?! Come on, give it to Santa feasibility death, Denta, and Martineau. At least, that their spirits could a little laughter in the afterlife there. Montenero Quick! Time to stay a while! There are still other tasks that should you pelvis to create history. History, Montenero! Do not play games! Quick! Come on, dong. Hurry! "
Montenero silent. Riveted. He actually does not need to consider anything else except the three bodies were buried immediately as neat as possible, so that morning was not in vain because the scraped-match dog. So, you're done! Scratched new history. His father died very pathetic with his head severed from his body, rewarded already. Despite the death of Santa, Denta, and Martineau is not perfect like the death of his father, but at least the dead. That's it. Because only the rest of the courage that he had. Incidentally it is also dead, is not it? Tuntaslah story of her mother who always made an impression in the memory and always makes people think and behave as closely as sableng.
Montenero decided to take a hoe. Dagger and Sword laugh. Make Montenero back upset, being in a cage of confusion. Sweat dripping from his body again. His hands were trembling again. With a yell as loudly as possible, Montenero slammed hoe who had clutched tightly in his hand. Means courage a little lost, is not it? Perhaps even disappear altogether? Dagger and Sword confusion. Both are pale. Motivation what must be injected to raise awareness of the courage Montenero before sunrise?
"I could no longer do anything. I have finished my job. ... I've created. Uh .... It should not you menghimpitku with the little things that would set me up on this kind of guilt!" in a voice full of trembling, as if gripped by fear whatever, Montenero spoke.
"O .... You think of little things, Montenero? Should've been refusing to use to kill you if you think burial was a small thing, trivial. O .... I can only strike to kill you even if ultimately indecisive attitude of this kind! You know, Montenero. I can change back your courage to kill. I could suddenly stabbed himself in front of your chest Santa, Denta, and Martineau. Bastards! dog, you! "
Montenero transfixed. The atmosphere around the place was crawling silent massacre. Montenero blingsatan repeatedly. Montenero constantly wiping the sweat dripping down his face wet. And seconds kept ticking. Occasionally he was scratching his head as he paced back and forth. Dagger and Sword was just looking at it. Could be, Dagger and Sword was already running out of words to motivate Montenero. Occasionally he saw the motionless body of Santa, Denta lying coiled like a snake, and Martineau that if the note is sharp peak was even smiling at pain of death.
"How, Montenero? How? I'm still able to make the guts for you.'s Not too late, and will never be late. I'm still patient with the Sword."
"How?" Montenero harass asked to himself."Whatever!""How, Dagger?""Whatever! How about you, Montenero? Still can you hear me? Ok. You can still work with the third body was rapidly growing fine. Take it hoe. Keduklah ground immediately. Bury them as comfortable as possible. Ah, the month that soon going to angslup it also must approve and look at you with a sense of satisfaction. Perhaps he going to give congratulations to you. Why should you get stuck on a sense of doubt? Come on, I'm always behind you! "
Aih, chicken has crowed shouted. Although the new cock crowed, the circumstances surrounding the massacre had been a bright spot. Meruapkan air freshness. Montenero late. He has not made the calculations for the rush to want to stick a dagger sent away to a chest which has now been filled Montenero gebalau confusion, stupidity, anger, and God knows what else, is also intended for anyone else either. Montenero really limp, lost courage, either create a new history of stroke or not.
"Good evening, Montenero. We recommend that you first tomb of the third body was fine! After that, it's up!" Inner Montenero said, struggling.
"Yes, grave yet! So, farewell!" side of inner selfhood another Montenero said.
Indeed Montenero did not need menjumput diverse wisdom to immediately bury the bodies. Anyway, pembantaiannya task was over. And by itself, grudge that dwells in him paid off shortchanged.
"But, you should have enough sense not to let human corpses were lying just because you killed! Pity their bodies lay! Supposedly if they quickly become food menggiriskan maggots in the soil. Not being soft food for the fly- green flies! " Dagger, who had been stabbed chest Santa, Denta, and Martineau respectively six times, which seems very out Montenero inner revolt, joined spoke.
Montenero sighed. Squirm."Ah, right. It should be. Now, you should be able to free your mind of wishful thinking about revenge. Remember, the three bodies it has become a meaningless piece of meat. Must be buried! You must change the mindset that is so ridiculous that, Montenero , "cecar a sword, which he planned to use also for the kill, but Santa, Denta, and Martineau was quite dead just select it with a Dagger.
"Oh yes. Yes. I remember it now. You have to prepare a lot of courage for you to be not mute in attitude. Do not be like when you're going to kill! You hunjamkan me to the third chest with trembling body. Now, for the third bury the corpse, There need not doubt that culminate pulse trembling body, breathing heavily, panting voice, and the cold sweat dripping out. All of that should be changed. Immediately! "
Montenero glanced at his watch. Tens of minutes or less three crowing cock shock going to explode. He has taken away the cold sweat which slowly but surely began to flood the face and hands.
"Quick to do! Courage has come into its own. Do it!"Morning breeze rustling. The watch is ticking. Montenero pale. Limp. What is said by the Dagger and Sword is true. No other policies in the morning that day except for burial. Of course, the funeral with all its feasibility. There is incense, flowers, fabric wrapping the corpse, and must be courage. For the latter, about the courage that few possess already Montenero. However, for incense, flowers, and also a torn piece of cloth wrapping the corpse? Or, the thought of a torn piece of cloth wrapping the corpse was no longer needed?
"Ah, so many considerations you! Take a hoe! Dig up the soil enough to bury the three bodies at once. Quick! What are you waiting, huh?! Come on, give it to Santa feasibility death, Denta, and Martineau. At least, that their spirits could a little laughter in the afterlife there. Montenero Quick! Time to stay a while! There are still other tasks that should you pelvis to create history. History, Montenero! Do not play games! Quick! Come on, dong. Hurry! "
Montenero silent. Riveted. He actually does not need to consider anything else except the three bodies were buried immediately as neat as possible, so that morning was not in vain because the scraped-match dog. So, you're done! Scratched new history. His father died very pathetic with his head severed from his body, rewarded already. Despite the death of Santa, Denta, and Martineau is not perfect like the death of his father, but at least the dead. That's it. Because only the rest of the courage that he had. Incidentally it is also dead, is not it? Tuntaslah story of her mother who always made an impression in the memory and always makes people think and behave as closely as sableng.
Montenero decided to take a hoe. Dagger and Sword laugh. Make Montenero back upset, being in a cage of confusion. Sweat dripping from his body again. His hands were trembling again. With a yell as loudly as possible, Montenero slammed hoe who had clutched tightly in his hand. Means courage a little lost, is not it? Perhaps even disappear altogether? Dagger and Sword confusion. Both are pale. Motivation what must be injected to raise awareness of the courage Montenero before sunrise?
"I could no longer do anything. I have finished my job. ... I've created. Uh .... It should not you menghimpitku with the little things that would set me up on this kind of guilt!" in a voice full of trembling, as if gripped by fear whatever, Montenero spoke.
"O .... You think of little things, Montenero? Should've been refusing to use to kill you if you think burial was a small thing, trivial. O .... I can only strike to kill you even if ultimately indecisive attitude of this kind! You know, Montenero. I can change back your courage to kill. I could suddenly stabbed himself in front of your chest Santa, Denta, and Martineau. Bastards! dog, you! "
Montenero transfixed. The atmosphere around the place was crawling silent massacre. Montenero blingsatan repeatedly. Montenero constantly wiping the sweat dripping down his face wet. And seconds kept ticking. Occasionally he was scratching his head as he paced back and forth. Dagger and Sword was just looking at it. Could be, Dagger and Sword was already running out of words to motivate Montenero. Occasionally he saw the motionless body of Santa, Denta lying coiled like a snake, and Martineau that if the note is sharp peak was even smiling at pain of death.
"How, Montenero? How? I'm still able to make the guts for you.'s Not too late, and will never be late. I'm still patient with the Sword."
"How?" Montenero harass asked to himself."Whatever!""How, Dagger?""Whatever! How about you, Montenero? Still can you hear me? Ok. You can still work with the third body was rapidly growing fine. Take it hoe. Keduklah ground immediately. Bury them as comfortable as possible. Ah, the month that soon going to angslup it also must approve and look at you with a sense of satisfaction. Perhaps he going to give congratulations to you. Why should you get stuck on a sense of doubt? Come on, I'm always behind you! "
Aih, chicken has crowed shouted. Although the new cock crowed, the circumstances surrounding the massacre had been a bright spot. Meruapkan air freshness. Montenero late. He has not made the calculations for the rush to want to stick a dagger sent away to a chest which has now been filled Montenero gebalau confusion, stupidity, anger, and God knows what else, is also intended for anyone else either. Montenero really limp, lost courage, either create a new history of stroke or not.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
legend tigers eat fruit durian
In a village Kemingking including Rajo park districts, counties Muaro Jambi, Jambi Province. This area is famous for its wide range of agricultural products one of which is durian. In the village Kemingking In, durian season usually arrive one or two years with a plentiful harvest. Durian from this area famous for its not too big but has a characteristic flavor is sweet and sticky. Every harvest season arrives, the villagers will Kemingking In droves waiting durian which collapsed in their own gardens. They maintain these gardens with their families either at the time of day or night. However,
when the harvest season is almost over and the fruit on the tree is
low, Kemingking villagers will no longer wait in their garden at night. With regard to this habit, there is a story in it.At a time when the village Kemingking In still a village with its own government and kings were still in power. People living side by side in peace and prosperity thanks to a wise leader. However, all the sudden prosperity was interrupted by the presence of a large tiger from across the country. The tiger is a wild, violent, and hungry. He did not only kill livestock masyaraka citizens, but gradually it began to attack the human tiger. Make a dozen people died while puluha injured by defects in the body.Seeing this, the king who ruled at that time can not remain silent. He then ordered one of the most powerful soldiers to overcome the crisis in his kingdom. These soldiers dutifully went looking for the tiger to expel or kill him. When dealing with the tiger soldier was immediately attacked by all means it has. But the tiger is very big and powerful can easily break the sword and spear guns the soldier and wounded and injured soldiers.
Knowing the conditions that are no longer allowed to fight to the maximum, the soldier later escaped from the tiger with all of his power which he left to avoid the pursuit of the tiger for a few seasons. Until the end of that year arrived, the soldiers suffered injuries is still not fully recovered. He still has not been able to fight the tiger who kept chasing him alone. Until when it came the soldier in an area that is still part of the Village area Kemingking In today's sweet aroma filled the land full of fruit that is full of thorns.
In this place the soldier could no longer escape and he was determined to fight the tiger any stakes. When the tiger found the soldier no longer escape the soldier he was attacked without mercy. They then fought with all their abilities. Until then the soldiers noticed the fruit's surface is full of thorns. He then used the fruit in the period now known as Durian as a weapon. The soldier threw the evil tiger with durian continuously until the tiger was severely injured and realizes that he has lost.
When about to finish off the tiger, the tiger also asked for forgiveness for any mistakes he has done in the past. He also promised to his soldiers to attack the citizens are no longer provided he is allowed to devour some of the fruit is full of thorns that grow on their land. Because of pity and compassion as well as see the seriousness of the tiger, then the soldier was allowed to continue to live tiger on the condition he will not receive mercy if he broke his promise on the soldier.
So after all this time the soldier on the run back with a victory on his side. He also reported all that happened to the king and vows to continue the tiger to the whole community to be respected and obeyed. Until now, I swear the tiger continued to be maintained by the village community Kemingking In. So although the village forest Kemingking In the territory included in the tigers, the tigers are never manifest themselves or attacking people. They only appear at night when the durian season is almost over for the last devour the fruits that have been agreed for him.
Knowing the conditions that are no longer allowed to fight to the maximum, the soldier later escaped from the tiger with all of his power which he left to avoid the pursuit of the tiger for a few seasons. Until the end of that year arrived, the soldiers suffered injuries is still not fully recovered. He still has not been able to fight the tiger who kept chasing him alone. Until when it came the soldier in an area that is still part of the Village area Kemingking In today's sweet aroma filled the land full of fruit that is full of thorns.
In this place the soldier could no longer escape and he was determined to fight the tiger any stakes. When the tiger found the soldier no longer escape the soldier he was attacked without mercy. They then fought with all their abilities. Until then the soldiers noticed the fruit's surface is full of thorns. He then used the fruit in the period now known as Durian as a weapon. The soldier threw the evil tiger with durian continuously until the tiger was severely injured and realizes that he has lost.
When about to finish off the tiger, the tiger also asked for forgiveness for any mistakes he has done in the past. He also promised to his soldiers to attack the citizens are no longer provided he is allowed to devour some of the fruit is full of thorns that grow on their land. Because of pity and compassion as well as see the seriousness of the tiger, then the soldier was allowed to continue to live tiger on the condition he will not receive mercy if he broke his promise on the soldier.
So after all this time the soldier on the run back with a victory on his side. He also reported all that happened to the king and vows to continue the tiger to the whole community to be respected and obeyed. Until now, I swear the tiger continued to be maintained by the village community Kemingking In. So although the village forest Kemingking In the territory included in the tigers, the tigers are never manifest themselves or attacking people. They only appear at night when the durian season is almost over for the last devour the fruits that have been agreed for him.
Monday, October 24, 2011
why in your name
I also do not understand why his parents gave a name like that. Do they not consider the merits first. At least find out first about the meaning of the name. Or
maybe they were adherents of William Shakspeare understand-what is in a
name-so it does not matter anymore in the affairs of his daughter's
name. But still outrageous. Celeno Siah! Sontoloyo! Belegug!
Whatever his name, he could throw a little flicker in a coffee shop Ujay Mang. At that time, I was (let's call it) breakfast at the stall Ujay Mang. Yes, breakfast is only countryman bala-bala, Gehu, plus a glass of water I called the coffee-fixed breakfast. Besides, has become a tradition since childhood, plus the location of stalls Mang Ujay not too far from where I live. So almost every morning, I always come early to stall. Not infrequently, I'm the one who likes to wake Ujay Mang.
When I'm cooking enjoyment mengafresiasi bala-bala, the girl suddenly came and sat beside me, wearing a tight shirt and mini skirt, one inch above the knee. Of course my eyes are replek also stole a glance at his face. Looks eyes still red, as it just got up. But his face was ditebali surface make-up. No lag, my nose immediately report the fragrant aroma of the sting.
"Want to make coffee, non?" Said Mang Ujay, as he took the glasses off the shelf.
"Small Glass wrote, Mas. Use little milk. Oh yes, mas, here selling herbal Rapet ayu, no? "His voice was so loud and high pitched, made me gasp. Behind the loudness of it too, as if I heard a sigh sensual seduction-cooed.
"Yes baseball atuh, Non. This is always a coffee shop, not a place selling herbal medicine. There is also STMJ, want to? "
"Nah," he said, shaking his head. Then turned to me with glassy eyes. Of course I immediately looked away towards the Mang Ujay with pounding hearts. Why not? At the time he looked at me, I noticed his left eye blinking deliberately made smaller. Either just a vision, or indeed the way it is.
"Alone?" Suddenly he greeted me. I just nodded, hiding her shock. Again, have not had time to think kagetku missing, she reached out, took a handshake. Strands appear to spread from her red lips smile. I saw her red lips are also behind, there are flashing white teeth.
"My name is Sex," he said.
"Sex?"
"You're surprised, huh? Is my name violated the Anti Pornography Law? I'm not kidding, that's my name, no less-not more. Sex is a beautiful word, and I'm proud to call it. What's your name? "
"Just call Dhole," I answered, honestly.
"Dhole? is not that the name of a very wild coyotes? "she giggled as she answered herself pertanyaanna. "But you do not look ferocious. You're very romantic. Where do you live? "
"In the back of the house,"
"So you're a handyman's fried rice?"
"Yes, emangnya why?"
"It's okay, just nanya koq wrote. It is unfortunate wrote, we are tetanggaan but they do not know each other. Yet in this life should be no dividing wall ... "
"You're still in school right?" I tried to divert the conversation.
"What college. I'm more interested in research on sex ngadain. It turned out that sex is beautiful. Very beautiful, like my name! "He replied.
*
I looked at a magnificent mansion. Every evening, she appeared on the third floor. Stood motionless, his eyes cast toward the distant. So I started to figure out, maybe he is being haunted by a sense of longing in a person; waiting for happiness, in a piece of hope is almost gone.
Meanwhile, my father was preparing merchandise for later tonight. I'm still sitting on an old chair while enjoying a cup of coffee, my favorite smoked cigarettes, staring at the third floor of the mansion.
"Hi, Dhole! where you put that bottle of ketchup? "father suddenly snapped.
"Probably still in the kitchen, Beh!" I said, somewhat surprised. Reverie simultaneously be dispersed. Kupalingkan eye toward the cup of coffee.
"No, Dhole! Besides doing your work just a daydream? What are you still thinking about the failed college? I have said many times, you'd better be selling fried rice! College there, college here then, no one has finished! "
"I have no talent in college, Beh,"
"What do you say?"
"Ew ... I mean, I do not have a talent for selling fried rice!"
"So what your talent? Main soap opera? "
"Come on, Bang. The Dhole's'm stressed! "Stepmother came. "Bottle kecapnya already siapin aye!" He said again.
Stress is a word that is stale. Stepmother is always pronounced, if the father was angry. Our family is very loaded with stress. Moreover, in the midst of economic life that more and more slumped, suddenly the father intends to marry again. Stepmother will co-wife. In conclusion, if the intention father accomplished, then I'll have two stepmothers.
My father was thirsty women. At least he was seven times married and divorced five times. I myself was born from his third wife. My mother died of cancer (according to my neighbor, cancer recurrence, due to the father who was willing to marry again). I have no other choice but to follow the father. Stepmother changed, changed rented house.
"Hi, son of stress! Why did ngelihatin lu of the house? What you are not afraid to catch the disease of corruption? "Snapped the stepmother as she entered the house. Call it home, though its size is only half the garage sex.
*
Mang Ujay IN coffee shop, as usual I enjoyed the boiled noodles. To this day, I never disputed the stepmother who never provide food for breakfast. Though breakfast is very important. But I try not prejudiced. Indeed every eight in the morning, my father was still curled up in his room, and stepmother had left his sacred duty, toiled at the mill.
The girl appeared again. Back to spread the fragrance, filling the corners of the room stall Ujay Mang. The higher the mini skirt, maybe a quarter inch above the knee. Also becoming red lips. And I no longer feel awkward to deal with it. We are already familiar, as almost every morning would meet at the shop Ujay Mang. As usual, he ordered a coffee with a little milk.
Almost every morning, too, she boasted with vulgar language. His talk about sex, never finished. Actually I'm sick of hearing, even disgusted. It seems inappropriate, a personal issue like that told by young unmarried women.
When every afternoon Sex appeared on the third floor, I see it as a beautiful girl, rarely spoke, and harbored a deep longing. But in the shop Ujay Mang, I like dealing with a prostitute who was hawking his self-esteem.
"Hi, Dhole, you know, sex is beautiful?" He said. I just shook my head.
"Talking about sex, sometimes we get caught up in the bed games. Not really, sex does not mean bed. Sex is meant sex. So from that sex is very confidential and difficult to describe with words. You know, why the Chinese people explore the science of sex? Because ... "
"Mang, added another half ..." I handed the bowl.
"Where there is, half boiled noodles. Can not. Ntar a half again, why? "Mang Ujay frowned.
"Studying the sex is important, Dhole. As you eat noodles every morning. But why yes, some people always cover the ears, when someone talks about sex. In fact we need to study it, as well as children who learn to count. Uh, Dhole, sometimes sex is made evil and creepy. You know who the sex offenders? "
"How much, Mang? Crackers plus three, four bala-bala, Gehu one! "
*
NOT as usual, the girl on the third floor was staring at me. A bit far away indeed, but I see there is silence behind his eyes. We exchanged eye contact. I threw a sweet smile, but unfortunately he did not reciprocate. Damn it. Sex, why is your name like that? Why were you born in a family rich? While I was born from a very miserable?
That afternoon my father brought his young wife. Rather pretty and quite sexy. But it seems very lazy. See, when they want to enter the house, my father took off his shoes are required. I only looked briefly, then looked again at the mansion. Sex has disappeared. Who knows where.
Old stepmother just got home from the factory. Previously he had approved plans for the father remarried. The reason my father was quite clear and reasonable; old stepmother can not give offspring. And this time, the father gives a choice: Want to be divorced, or co-wife? Apparently old stepmother is still interested in the fried rice dishes father, so he chose to co-wife.
But what happened? The quarrel had begun the first round. That afternoon I heard a noise, strife, ending with a voice broken goods. Old stepmother screaming. I saw him out, bring the whole outfit, and crying while cursing issue. Since then, old stepmother never returned.
*
"Dhole, you've read the book Shu Jing Ni?"
I shook my head.
"The art of the game the bed there. Chinese people are good at sex play. Kamasutra is also pretty good I think. Not just mere knowledge, but we can exchange experience sex with other nations. "
I saw the girl's dress more transparent. Thus, so me and Mang Ujay can see what's inside. But I was even disgusted, and noodles in my mouth could barely swallow.
"Sex, what you can not talk except about sex? Maybe it's hedonistic life that will catch my attention more, "
"What? You said I hedonists? Why do you think like that? "
"Because you're rich. And rich people are usually just looking for fun! "
"No, Dhole. Sexual intercourse can also be enjoyed by the poor. The poor and the rich, no one forbids to play sex. Including you and me. Someone else already sick of hearing the words sex, Dhole. Except you. I want you to be a loyal listener, and every morning I will be presenting a different sex story, "
"Is not sex a private matter?"
"Sure, but should also be told. You know, at this time the newspapers have closed the rubric of consultation huungan sex. And my favorite sites on the Internet is no longer in operation. Look at each lamp stopan, anti-sex banner mounted a large scale. I'm so confused, to whom will keceritakan this deep sexual matters? Only you, Dhole. You have to hear it! "
"Did the man-hungry women and bergonta wife, but it is not capable of the family group, may be called sex offenders?"
"Well, you got interested, right? I love that you asked about sex. Well, Dhole ... "
*
IN this crowded house, I often hear laughter spoiled young stepmother. Genitnya not playing. No, not at night, but when I was sitting in an old chair. Laughter spoiled that bothers me. Damn, sontoloyo, Satan! Concentration to stare at the girl on the third floor, had dispersed.
The girl was more beautiful. He was so sweet and gentle. When he stood behind the bedroom window, the silhouette of her body forming a beautiful image, with a symmetrical composition from top to bottom. Apparently he does not like to talk. And gaze, either stop where. Longing for someone, looking more deeply. Sex. Sex Is not she? Sex hawker in a coffee shop Ujay Mang? Or ... maybe another girl? But according to Mang Ujay, the mansion was no longer a girl, other than sex. Mr. Kornagara, the owner of the house, only to have a wife and three children (two wives were kept in the villa, and reportedly never told to the wife's parents).
"Hi hi hi ...!" Voice of the young stepmother, really bothers me. What else do young stepmother. Spoiled increasingly flirtatious laughter. And my father where? Usually he prepares merchandise for later tonight. Wheels fried rice is still empty. Oh, yes, perhaps the father has not been built.
Every afternoon I sat in an old chair. The girl appeared on the third floor, staring at some where, and laughter spoiled young stepmother kept distracting me. At that time, my father is not preparing merchandise. Wheels fried rice is still empty.
*
A day is not so beautiful. The sky was overcast, blackened. I'm enjoying the noodles boiled with a little gusto. Mang Ujay already died, and now his stall run by his grandson. My father had also died, after dozens of young stepmother giggled every afternoon, when I was looking at the third floor, and when the laughter sounds spoiled, dad is not preparing merchandise. When my father passed away, just leave the wheels of fried rice. Every night I pushed him, after sitting a while in an old chair.
Boiled noodles is almost gone, when a toothless old woman entered with teeth. Olala, I was surprised not playing, why grandma was wearing transparent clothes and short skirts, one-half inch above the knee?
He sat across from me.
"Hi, Dhole ..." he said. "You know that sex is beautiful?"
I was silent. I just remembered, that this afternoon to sit in an old chair and stared at the third floor of the mansion. Secretly I was thinking, why am I not woo the girl to be his wife?
I stood up. Thrusting a piece of money to the shop owner. In a mirror mounted on the shop, I saw an old man, wrinkled skin, teeth missing, and filled with gray hair. I almost did not believe, it is the reflection in the mirror my own face .***
Panyileukan Rangoon, 2002-2006
Description Some of the words:
Bala-Bala; Foods made from a mixture of vegetables (cabbage, sprouts, etc.) using flour, and fried.
Voluptuous: From Sundanese language, it means the same as sexy.
Belegug: the Sundanese language, it means foolish; not polite.
Celeno: From Sundanese, meaning blo'on, stupid.
Gehu: Stands from sprouts and tofu. That is inserted into the idea sprouts, wrapped disposable terrigu, then fried.
Sontoloyo: the Java language, expressions of dissatisfaction.
This short story was diciba sent to several media, but no one was willing to load it. Finally, these short stories translated into Sundanese, and was published in the magazine Mangle.
Whatever his name, he could throw a little flicker in a coffee shop Ujay Mang. At that time, I was (let's call it) breakfast at the stall Ujay Mang. Yes, breakfast is only countryman bala-bala, Gehu, plus a glass of water I called the coffee-fixed breakfast. Besides, has become a tradition since childhood, plus the location of stalls Mang Ujay not too far from where I live. So almost every morning, I always come early to stall. Not infrequently, I'm the one who likes to wake Ujay Mang.
When I'm cooking enjoyment mengafresiasi bala-bala, the girl suddenly came and sat beside me, wearing a tight shirt and mini skirt, one inch above the knee. Of course my eyes are replek also stole a glance at his face. Looks eyes still red, as it just got up. But his face was ditebali surface make-up. No lag, my nose immediately report the fragrant aroma of the sting.
"Want to make coffee, non?" Said Mang Ujay, as he took the glasses off the shelf.
"Small Glass wrote, Mas. Use little milk. Oh yes, mas, here selling herbal Rapet ayu, no? "His voice was so loud and high pitched, made me gasp. Behind the loudness of it too, as if I heard a sigh sensual seduction-cooed.
"Yes baseball atuh, Non. This is always a coffee shop, not a place selling herbal medicine. There is also STMJ, want to? "
"Nah," he said, shaking his head. Then turned to me with glassy eyes. Of course I immediately looked away towards the Mang Ujay with pounding hearts. Why not? At the time he looked at me, I noticed his left eye blinking deliberately made smaller. Either just a vision, or indeed the way it is.
"Alone?" Suddenly he greeted me. I just nodded, hiding her shock. Again, have not had time to think kagetku missing, she reached out, took a handshake. Strands appear to spread from her red lips smile. I saw her red lips are also behind, there are flashing white teeth.
"My name is Sex," he said.
"Sex?"
"You're surprised, huh? Is my name violated the Anti Pornography Law? I'm not kidding, that's my name, no less-not more. Sex is a beautiful word, and I'm proud to call it. What's your name? "
"Just call Dhole," I answered, honestly.
"Dhole? is not that the name of a very wild coyotes? "she giggled as she answered herself pertanyaanna. "But you do not look ferocious. You're very romantic. Where do you live? "
"In the back of the house,"
"So you're a handyman's fried rice?"
"Yes, emangnya why?"
"It's okay, just nanya koq wrote. It is unfortunate wrote, we are tetanggaan but they do not know each other. Yet in this life should be no dividing wall ... "
"You're still in school right?" I tried to divert the conversation.
"What college. I'm more interested in research on sex ngadain. It turned out that sex is beautiful. Very beautiful, like my name! "He replied.
*
I looked at a magnificent mansion. Every evening, she appeared on the third floor. Stood motionless, his eyes cast toward the distant. So I started to figure out, maybe he is being haunted by a sense of longing in a person; waiting for happiness, in a piece of hope is almost gone.
Meanwhile, my father was preparing merchandise for later tonight. I'm still sitting on an old chair while enjoying a cup of coffee, my favorite smoked cigarettes, staring at the third floor of the mansion.
"Hi, Dhole! where you put that bottle of ketchup? "father suddenly snapped.
"Probably still in the kitchen, Beh!" I said, somewhat surprised. Reverie simultaneously be dispersed. Kupalingkan eye toward the cup of coffee.
"No, Dhole! Besides doing your work just a daydream? What are you still thinking about the failed college? I have said many times, you'd better be selling fried rice! College there, college here then, no one has finished! "
"I have no talent in college, Beh,"
"What do you say?"
"Ew ... I mean, I do not have a talent for selling fried rice!"
"So what your talent? Main soap opera? "
"Come on, Bang. The Dhole's'm stressed! "Stepmother came. "Bottle kecapnya already siapin aye!" He said again.
Stress is a word that is stale. Stepmother is always pronounced, if the father was angry. Our family is very loaded with stress. Moreover, in the midst of economic life that more and more slumped, suddenly the father intends to marry again. Stepmother will co-wife. In conclusion, if the intention father accomplished, then I'll have two stepmothers.
My father was thirsty women. At least he was seven times married and divorced five times. I myself was born from his third wife. My mother died of cancer (according to my neighbor, cancer recurrence, due to the father who was willing to marry again). I have no other choice but to follow the father. Stepmother changed, changed rented house.
"Hi, son of stress! Why did ngelihatin lu of the house? What you are not afraid to catch the disease of corruption? "Snapped the stepmother as she entered the house. Call it home, though its size is only half the garage sex.
*
Mang Ujay IN coffee shop, as usual I enjoyed the boiled noodles. To this day, I never disputed the stepmother who never provide food for breakfast. Though breakfast is very important. But I try not prejudiced. Indeed every eight in the morning, my father was still curled up in his room, and stepmother had left his sacred duty, toiled at the mill.
The girl appeared again. Back to spread the fragrance, filling the corners of the room stall Ujay Mang. The higher the mini skirt, maybe a quarter inch above the knee. Also becoming red lips. And I no longer feel awkward to deal with it. We are already familiar, as almost every morning would meet at the shop Ujay Mang. As usual, he ordered a coffee with a little milk.
Almost every morning, too, she boasted with vulgar language. His talk about sex, never finished. Actually I'm sick of hearing, even disgusted. It seems inappropriate, a personal issue like that told by young unmarried women.
When every afternoon Sex appeared on the third floor, I see it as a beautiful girl, rarely spoke, and harbored a deep longing. But in the shop Ujay Mang, I like dealing with a prostitute who was hawking his self-esteem.
"Hi, Dhole, you know, sex is beautiful?" He said. I just shook my head.
"Talking about sex, sometimes we get caught up in the bed games. Not really, sex does not mean bed. Sex is meant sex. So from that sex is very confidential and difficult to describe with words. You know, why the Chinese people explore the science of sex? Because ... "
"Mang, added another half ..." I handed the bowl.
"Where there is, half boiled noodles. Can not. Ntar a half again, why? "Mang Ujay frowned.
"Studying the sex is important, Dhole. As you eat noodles every morning. But why yes, some people always cover the ears, when someone talks about sex. In fact we need to study it, as well as children who learn to count. Uh, Dhole, sometimes sex is made evil and creepy. You know who the sex offenders? "
"How much, Mang? Crackers plus three, four bala-bala, Gehu one! "
*
NOT as usual, the girl on the third floor was staring at me. A bit far away indeed, but I see there is silence behind his eyes. We exchanged eye contact. I threw a sweet smile, but unfortunately he did not reciprocate. Damn it. Sex, why is your name like that? Why were you born in a family rich? While I was born from a very miserable?
That afternoon my father brought his young wife. Rather pretty and quite sexy. But it seems very lazy. See, when they want to enter the house, my father took off his shoes are required. I only looked briefly, then looked again at the mansion. Sex has disappeared. Who knows where.
Old stepmother just got home from the factory. Previously he had approved plans for the father remarried. The reason my father was quite clear and reasonable; old stepmother can not give offspring. And this time, the father gives a choice: Want to be divorced, or co-wife? Apparently old stepmother is still interested in the fried rice dishes father, so he chose to co-wife.
But what happened? The quarrel had begun the first round. That afternoon I heard a noise, strife, ending with a voice broken goods. Old stepmother screaming. I saw him out, bring the whole outfit, and crying while cursing issue. Since then, old stepmother never returned.
*
"Dhole, you've read the book Shu Jing Ni?"
I shook my head.
"The art of the game the bed there. Chinese people are good at sex play. Kamasutra is also pretty good I think. Not just mere knowledge, but we can exchange experience sex with other nations. "
I saw the girl's dress more transparent. Thus, so me and Mang Ujay can see what's inside. But I was even disgusted, and noodles in my mouth could barely swallow.
"Sex, what you can not talk except about sex? Maybe it's hedonistic life that will catch my attention more, "
"What? You said I hedonists? Why do you think like that? "
"Because you're rich. And rich people are usually just looking for fun! "
"No, Dhole. Sexual intercourse can also be enjoyed by the poor. The poor and the rich, no one forbids to play sex. Including you and me. Someone else already sick of hearing the words sex, Dhole. Except you. I want you to be a loyal listener, and every morning I will be presenting a different sex story, "
"Is not sex a private matter?"
"Sure, but should also be told. You know, at this time the newspapers have closed the rubric of consultation huungan sex. And my favorite sites on the Internet is no longer in operation. Look at each lamp stopan, anti-sex banner mounted a large scale. I'm so confused, to whom will keceritakan this deep sexual matters? Only you, Dhole. You have to hear it! "
"Did the man-hungry women and bergonta wife, but it is not capable of the family group, may be called sex offenders?"
"Well, you got interested, right? I love that you asked about sex. Well, Dhole ... "
*
IN this crowded house, I often hear laughter spoiled young stepmother. Genitnya not playing. No, not at night, but when I was sitting in an old chair. Laughter spoiled that bothers me. Damn, sontoloyo, Satan! Concentration to stare at the girl on the third floor, had dispersed.
The girl was more beautiful. He was so sweet and gentle. When he stood behind the bedroom window, the silhouette of her body forming a beautiful image, with a symmetrical composition from top to bottom. Apparently he does not like to talk. And gaze, either stop where. Longing for someone, looking more deeply. Sex. Sex Is not she? Sex hawker in a coffee shop Ujay Mang? Or ... maybe another girl? But according to Mang Ujay, the mansion was no longer a girl, other than sex. Mr. Kornagara, the owner of the house, only to have a wife and three children (two wives were kept in the villa, and reportedly never told to the wife's parents).
"Hi hi hi ...!" Voice of the young stepmother, really bothers me. What else do young stepmother. Spoiled increasingly flirtatious laughter. And my father where? Usually he prepares merchandise for later tonight. Wheels fried rice is still empty. Oh, yes, perhaps the father has not been built.
Every afternoon I sat in an old chair. The girl appeared on the third floor, staring at some where, and laughter spoiled young stepmother kept distracting me. At that time, my father is not preparing merchandise. Wheels fried rice is still empty.
*
A day is not so beautiful. The sky was overcast, blackened. I'm enjoying the noodles boiled with a little gusto. Mang Ujay already died, and now his stall run by his grandson. My father had also died, after dozens of young stepmother giggled every afternoon, when I was looking at the third floor, and when the laughter sounds spoiled, dad is not preparing merchandise. When my father passed away, just leave the wheels of fried rice. Every night I pushed him, after sitting a while in an old chair.
Boiled noodles is almost gone, when a toothless old woman entered with teeth. Olala, I was surprised not playing, why grandma was wearing transparent clothes and short skirts, one-half inch above the knee?
He sat across from me.
"Hi, Dhole ..." he said. "You know that sex is beautiful?"
I was silent. I just remembered, that this afternoon to sit in an old chair and stared at the third floor of the mansion. Secretly I was thinking, why am I not woo the girl to be his wife?
I stood up. Thrusting a piece of money to the shop owner. In a mirror mounted on the shop, I saw an old man, wrinkled skin, teeth missing, and filled with gray hair. I almost did not believe, it is the reflection in the mirror my own face .***
Panyileukan Rangoon, 2002-2006
Description Some of the words:
Bala-Bala; Foods made from a mixture of vegetables (cabbage, sprouts, etc.) using flour, and fried.
Voluptuous: From Sundanese language, it means the same as sexy.
Belegug: the Sundanese language, it means foolish; not polite.
Celeno: From Sundanese, meaning blo'on, stupid.
Gehu: Stands from sprouts and tofu. That is inserted into the idea sprouts, wrapped disposable terrigu, then fried.
Sontoloyo: the Java language, expressions of dissatisfaction.
This short story was diciba sent to several media, but no one was willing to load it. Finally, these short stories translated into Sundanese, and was published in the magazine Mangle.
bencong raped
On a cold night a bencong raped by five thugs. The bencong had complained to the police station. After a while, the bencong requested his presence to the police station, to identify the rapist who has been caught:
Police: "Yes they are who raped you?
Bencong: that right sir! "
Police: "Want to do with these?"
Bencong: "Get the line, sir"
Police: (command line) "then?"
Bencong: "Have overlooking here sir!"
Police: "Ok, then?"
Bencong: Open pants sir
Police: ".... Ok ????!
Once the pants open, the bencong began flicked one
by one "bird" to a rape while with him said,
"Iiiiih, naughty, naughty, naughty, naughty, naughty
Police: "Yes they are who raped you?
Bencong: that right sir! "
Police: "Want to do with these?"
Bencong: "Get the line, sir"
Police: (command line) "then?"
Bencong: "Have overlooking here sir!"
Police: "Ok, then?"
Bencong: Open pants sir
Police: ".... Ok ????!
Once the pants open, the bencong began flicked one
by one "bird" to a rape while with him said,
"Iiiiih, naughty, naughty, naughty, naughty, naughty
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Birds of a mirror
When the dry season has just started. A sparrow began to feel his body heat, then swore at the accused is not environmentally friendly. He
then decided to leave the place that long ago became its habitat, fly
away to the north, who are always looking for cool air and cool.
True, slowly slowly he felt the cool air, the more north the more cool, he's more excited about flying spur further north again.
Carried away by passion, he does not feel the wings are attached to the snow began, more and more thick, and finally he fell to the ground because his body wrapped in snow.
Up to the ground, the snow off the wings actually grew thicker. The sparrows could not do anything, thought that history was over.
He moaned his fate regret. Hearing a groan, a bull who was passing him. But why the bird was disappointed that it comes only a buffalo. He rebuked the buffalo in order to stay away and say that the creature might be a fool not able to do something to help.
The buffalo did not talk much, he just stood there, then pee right on top of the bird. The sparrows getting angry and swearing abuse at the buffalo. Again, the buffalo did not speak, he took one step more, and remove dirt onto the body of the bird. Immediately the bird can not speak for buffalo dung buried. The bird thought again that the dead could not breathe.
But slowly, she felt the warmth, the frozen snow on fur gradually melted by the warmth of buffalo dung, he can breathe freely and look back at the sunny sky. The sparrows shout for joy, sing loud heart's content.
Hearing no sound of birds singing, a little kitten to the sound source, reached out his hand, scratching the body of the bird and then fondle nimang, licking, stroking and cleaning up the remnants of snow still clinging to the feathers of the bird. Once the fur is clean, the birds singing and dancing with joy, he thought he had a friend a friendly and kind.
But what happened then, at once the world seemed dark for the birds, and that was the end of the history of the sparrows ingested by the cat.
Hmm ... not difficult to draw a bright line of this story, something that often happens in our lives: neighbor's yard looks always greener; appearance often become the measure; the poor often considered a disaster and did not see the wisdom of playing in reverse, and feel proud of favors a snap. Sparrow is a mirror reflecting our face ...
True, slowly slowly he felt the cool air, the more north the more cool, he's more excited about flying spur further north again.
Carried away by passion, he does not feel the wings are attached to the snow began, more and more thick, and finally he fell to the ground because his body wrapped in snow.
Up to the ground, the snow off the wings actually grew thicker. The sparrows could not do anything, thought that history was over.
He moaned his fate regret. Hearing a groan, a bull who was passing him. But why the bird was disappointed that it comes only a buffalo. He rebuked the buffalo in order to stay away and say that the creature might be a fool not able to do something to help.
The buffalo did not talk much, he just stood there, then pee right on top of the bird. The sparrows getting angry and swearing abuse at the buffalo. Again, the buffalo did not speak, he took one step more, and remove dirt onto the body of the bird. Immediately the bird can not speak for buffalo dung buried. The bird thought again that the dead could not breathe.
But slowly, she felt the warmth, the frozen snow on fur gradually melted by the warmth of buffalo dung, he can breathe freely and look back at the sunny sky. The sparrows shout for joy, sing loud heart's content.
Hearing no sound of birds singing, a little kitten to the sound source, reached out his hand, scratching the body of the bird and then fondle nimang, licking, stroking and cleaning up the remnants of snow still clinging to the feathers of the bird. Once the fur is clean, the birds singing and dancing with joy, he thought he had a friend a friendly and kind.
But what happened then, at once the world seemed dark for the birds, and that was the end of the history of the sparrows ingested by the cat.
Hmm ... not difficult to draw a bright line of this story, something that often happens in our lives: neighbor's yard looks always greener; appearance often become the measure; the poor often considered a disaster and did not see the wisdom of playing in reverse, and feel proud of favors a snap. Sparrow is a mirror reflecting our face ...
Friday, October 21, 2011
Be Better
One day, when a hermit was meditating in a monastery, suddenly a robber entered into the monastery. The robber threatened hermit wearing shiny sharp knife and threatening as he rebuked the sage.
"Get out all the money this cupboard, if not I'll kill you!" Cried the robber.
"The money in the drawer, the cupboard there is no money, you own the grab, but please leave a little because I've run out of rice, if you do not leave a little tomorrow I'll starve!" Said the hermit.
The robber took all the money in the drawer, when about to leave the place hermit said, "After receiving a gift from someone else, you should say thank you!"
"Thanks," said the robbers.
When he turned his heart to leave this place very messy, she had never experienced such a situation, he paused a moment, then remembered he was not allowed to bring away all the money, then he took a handful of laid on the table and left the place.
Some time later, the robber was eventually arrested by the police. Once interrogated, he admitted his actions, then the police took him to a hermit's monastery.
Police asked the hermit, "A few days ago, robbers come here to rob, really?"
"He did not rob me, I who gave money to him. When he left the place she still managed mengucapakan thank you, declares the truth, "replied the hermit.
The robber heard old hermit who is very tolerant of this, could only bite his lip, his face wet with tears, unable to utter a word and went after the police left the premises.
These robbers when released from prison, came to the monastery to see hermit, ascetic appeal to accept him as his disciple. But the hermit does not permit, this person then knelt outside the convent 3 days 3 nights, eventually she became his disciple sage received.
People who make mistakes can repent and turn into good, something enviable things.
"Get out all the money this cupboard, if not I'll kill you!" Cried the robber.
"The money in the drawer, the cupboard there is no money, you own the grab, but please leave a little because I've run out of rice, if you do not leave a little tomorrow I'll starve!" Said the hermit.
The robber took all the money in the drawer, when about to leave the place hermit said, "After receiving a gift from someone else, you should say thank you!"
"Thanks," said the robbers.
When he turned his heart to leave this place very messy, she had never experienced such a situation, he paused a moment, then remembered he was not allowed to bring away all the money, then he took a handful of laid on the table and left the place.
Some time later, the robber was eventually arrested by the police. Once interrogated, he admitted his actions, then the police took him to a hermit's monastery.
Police asked the hermit, "A few days ago, robbers come here to rob, really?"
"He did not rob me, I who gave money to him. When he left the place she still managed mengucapakan thank you, declares the truth, "replied the hermit.
The robber heard old hermit who is very tolerant of this, could only bite his lip, his face wet with tears, unable to utter a word and went after the police left the premises.
These robbers when released from prison, came to the monastery to see hermit, ascetic appeal to accept him as his disciple. But the hermit does not permit, this person then knelt outside the convent 3 days 3 nights, eventually she became his disciple sage received.
People who make mistakes can repent and turn into good, something enviable things.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Sincerity
The mosque is just a small building. However, if you pay attention, you'll soon know the age of the building was very old. Thick walls, bare windows-only rectangular hole with an arch at the top. Likewise the door, no leaves door. The floor using a white ceramic-I knew it then installed, because the model can still be found in stores of material.
The mosque is small, probably only accommodate about 50 people congregation.
However, it is quite spacious courtyard. And in front of the mosque building a tamarind tree grows big enough. Perhaps he was already hundreds of years. Perhaps the builders of this mosque was once dreaming of how cool this mosque shaded during the day because of a tamarind tree. Maybe so.
Once the size of a tamarind tree, with branches and branches sticking out in all directions, forming a kind of umbrella, making us would think, this mosque was dipayungi tamarind. It's beautiful.
However, this mosque was quiet. Especially if during the day. Dawn there are five people congregation, it was caretaker of all. Maghrib, still pretty, can reach two saf. Isha ... only at most five people. Once every day, whether when and how long will it take place.
For Haji Brahim, the situation was worrying. Since, perhaps, 30 years ago he believed to be the chairman of the mosque, the situation has not changed. In fact, every Friday, the number of pilgrims, at most 45 people. Never occurred to expand the building, but funding was never enough. Looking for donations is not easy, and Haji Brahim not allow administrators seeking donations on the highway-as do many people. "Like the beggar alone ...," he muttered. As time goes by, then the mind to expand the building remained as a dream only. Cash mosque for almost dusty empty. And that is why the mosque was not able to install electricity, enough with the oil lamp.
Tamarind leaves falling every day, like a sprinkling of flower the pilgrims of the tomb. Old fruits strewn in the yard. One-two children picked it up, remove the seeds are smaller than that of soybean, dry them, roast, and make it tasty snack in the afternoon. Obviously no one in particular sweeping the yard every day.
Too broad for a job for free. All know, including Haji Brahim.
***
One afternoon, after Friday prayers, when the people had all disappeared somewhere, Haji Brahim and two other officials are still sitting cross-legged on the floor of the mosque. Haji Brahim still zikr while two men were counting money into a charity that day.
"Thirty thousand, sir," said one such protest on something.
"Thank God."
"With a week ago, the number is 75,000. Not enough to buy paint. "
"Yes, it ... will not it enough," said Haji Brahim calm.
Moment when the two men will stand, in the yard he saw there an old woman sweeping the center of view. Haji Brahim was turned and saw the old woman with the body bent, staggered approach.
"Salam Alaikum ... grandma," said one administrator, handing the money 500s.
But the old woman said nothing. Staring at the giver of money with the old view.
"What?" Said Haji Brahim, as he approached.
"I do not need money. I need a way for forgiveness. "
The third moment was silent mosque caretaker. The wind was blowing a tamarind leaves shed. One of two men gemelatak on the roof.
"Please take ablution and praying grandmother," said Haji Brahim said, smiling.
Grandma was silent for a moment. Without saying anything, he then picked up the leaves that lay in the yard. The leaves were picked with sincerity, then the inclusion into the shabby plastic bag, which was folded and tucked in setagen wrapped around his waist. After entering leaves into plastic bags, hand picked leaves again the next. And the next. And next ....
The three men were dumbfounded. A moment later, seeing how hard his trouble the grandmother do a simple job, one then approached and persuaded to quit the old woman. But the grandmother is still picking up the scattered leaves, almost hoard surface that page.
Haji Brahim and an administrator and then go down and take a broom stick.
"Do not ... do not use a broom stick ... and let me alone to do this."
"But then grandma tired."
"Is there anything more exhausting than the sins?" Said the grandmother like mumbling.
Haji Brahim choked. There is something sneaking in his heart.
She saw her grandmother again picked up and the leaves picked strand by strand. And, after hearing what tergumam from the lips of the old man, Haji Brahim crying.
From his lips tergumam sentence pardon requests and praise to the Prophet Muhammad Kanjeng. On each piece of withheld and stared for a moment he muttered "Gusti, mugi aksama Paringa. Paringa kanugrahan dateng Kanjeng Prophet. "Before inclusion into the plastic bag.
Haji Brahim thrilled by the innocence and the innocence of her grandmother. In his eyes, the old woman seemed to want to testify in front of thousands of leaves that he was looking for the path of forgiveness.
***
Days rolled into the sunset. And the old woman still in her place, barely moved, just pick the leaves are always falling on the page. A wrinkled old body was wet with sweat. Breathless. The three men could not do anything else, except the guard. When sunset came, and those who do prayer, the grandmother was still picking up leaves.
"Who is he?" Whispered one of his congregation to his friend, when they left the mosque. Of course there was no answer, but "somehow".
"Grandma, rest ... it's late."
"If you want to go home, go ahead ... let me here and do it all."
"Grandma, grandma why torture yourself like this?"
"No. I do not torture yourself. This is ... probably not even enough for a pardon, "she said wiping her eyes.
Haji Brahim silent. Trying to figure out what her grandmother had done in the past.
***
That night, Haji Brahim came home quite late because he felt could not leave her grandmother. Board mosque which was originally going to wait, after Haji Brahim, was also not resistant. In fact, not to mention five minutes Haji Brahim leave, he quietly returned.
No one knows whether the grandmother was asleep or awake that night. As soon as dawn arrived, the dawn call to prayer Mijo who will find the grandmother still doing the same movement. The air was so cold. Some times the old woman coughed.
***
Events of the old woman turned out to invite the attention of many people. They came to the mosque. Intentions they might want to watch the old woman, but so coincident prayer time comes in, they perform congregation prayers. Without them knowing it fully, the mosque was so lively. People flocked, bringing food to her grandmother, or just give him a drink. And, everything is always congregation at the mosque.
Two days later, just when the echo time of Asr came, the old woman fell down and died. The people gasped, others tried to take him to the clinic, but for some reason did not.
That day the police came. Because everyone does not know who the family of the grandmother, the grandmother decided finally buried in the backyard of the mosque.
When everyone is busy, Haji Brahim choked. He suddenly felt lonely ambush him. He sweeps of view, there's something strange in his eyes. The leaves are scattered disappeared. Clean the courtyard. Fertile black soil, such as sweeping, and leaf fall was arrested by giant nets until he reaches the ground.
Haji Brahim corners of the eyes moist. "May you find your way, grandma," he muttered.
And when all the people, who number tens of it, simultaneously discover what is seen Haji Brahim, they gaped. How could the courtyard could be as clean as that.
***
Long after the story reached me, I was stunned. Apparently, according to Haji Brahim me, the old woman might be present as an example. "Maybe he's big sinners, according to his confession to me," said Haji Brahim me some time ago. "And ... he's doing some sort istigfar to gather as much leaf on the page, maybe so ... I'm not sure. What is clear, so our eyes open. Now we are quite crowded mosque. "
"No doubt many are willing to sweep the yard," I teased.
"Yeah ... ha-ha-ha ... right."
"What could be so, Ji?"
"That is, the forgiveness of God? Yes, I'm sure could have. Almighty God-willed, whatever if He pleased, cooking was not granted? "Said Haji Brahim calm.
I was speechless. I imagine it's foliage, which amount may be thousands of pieces of it, floated to the presence of God, bringing pardon petition scratches.
The mosque is small, probably only accommodate about 50 people congregation.
However, it is quite spacious courtyard. And in front of the mosque building a tamarind tree grows big enough. Perhaps he was already hundreds of years. Perhaps the builders of this mosque was once dreaming of how cool this mosque shaded during the day because of a tamarind tree. Maybe so.
Once the size of a tamarind tree, with branches and branches sticking out in all directions, forming a kind of umbrella, making us would think, this mosque was dipayungi tamarind. It's beautiful.
However, this mosque was quiet. Especially if during the day. Dawn there are five people congregation, it was caretaker of all. Maghrib, still pretty, can reach two saf. Isha ... only at most five people. Once every day, whether when and how long will it take place.
For Haji Brahim, the situation was worrying. Since, perhaps, 30 years ago he believed to be the chairman of the mosque, the situation has not changed. In fact, every Friday, the number of pilgrims, at most 45 people. Never occurred to expand the building, but funding was never enough. Looking for donations is not easy, and Haji Brahim not allow administrators seeking donations on the highway-as do many people. "Like the beggar alone ...," he muttered. As time goes by, then the mind to expand the building remained as a dream only. Cash mosque for almost dusty empty. And that is why the mosque was not able to install electricity, enough with the oil lamp.
Tamarind leaves falling every day, like a sprinkling of flower the pilgrims of the tomb. Old fruits strewn in the yard. One-two children picked it up, remove the seeds are smaller than that of soybean, dry them, roast, and make it tasty snack in the afternoon. Obviously no one in particular sweeping the yard every day.
Too broad for a job for free. All know, including Haji Brahim.
***
One afternoon, after Friday prayers, when the people had all disappeared somewhere, Haji Brahim and two other officials are still sitting cross-legged on the floor of the mosque. Haji Brahim still zikr while two men were counting money into a charity that day.
"Thirty thousand, sir," said one such protest on something.
"Thank God."
"With a week ago, the number is 75,000. Not enough to buy paint. "
"Yes, it ... will not it enough," said Haji Brahim calm.
Moment when the two men will stand, in the yard he saw there an old woman sweeping the center of view. Haji Brahim was turned and saw the old woman with the body bent, staggered approach.
"Salam Alaikum ... grandma," said one administrator, handing the money 500s.
But the old woman said nothing. Staring at the giver of money with the old view.
"What?" Said Haji Brahim, as he approached.
"I do not need money. I need a way for forgiveness. "
The third moment was silent mosque caretaker. The wind was blowing a tamarind leaves shed. One of two men gemelatak on the roof.
"Please take ablution and praying grandmother," said Haji Brahim said, smiling.
Grandma was silent for a moment. Without saying anything, he then picked up the leaves that lay in the yard. The leaves were picked with sincerity, then the inclusion into the shabby plastic bag, which was folded and tucked in setagen wrapped around his waist. After entering leaves into plastic bags, hand picked leaves again the next. And the next. And next ....
The three men were dumbfounded. A moment later, seeing how hard his trouble the grandmother do a simple job, one then approached and persuaded to quit the old woman. But the grandmother is still picking up the scattered leaves, almost hoard surface that page.
Haji Brahim and an administrator and then go down and take a broom stick.
"Do not ... do not use a broom stick ... and let me alone to do this."
"But then grandma tired."
"Is there anything more exhausting than the sins?" Said the grandmother like mumbling.
Haji Brahim choked. There is something sneaking in his heart.
She saw her grandmother again picked up and the leaves picked strand by strand. And, after hearing what tergumam from the lips of the old man, Haji Brahim crying.
From his lips tergumam sentence pardon requests and praise to the Prophet Muhammad Kanjeng. On each piece of withheld and stared for a moment he muttered "Gusti, mugi aksama Paringa. Paringa kanugrahan dateng Kanjeng Prophet. "Before inclusion into the plastic bag.
Haji Brahim thrilled by the innocence and the innocence of her grandmother. In his eyes, the old woman seemed to want to testify in front of thousands of leaves that he was looking for the path of forgiveness.
***
Days rolled into the sunset. And the old woman still in her place, barely moved, just pick the leaves are always falling on the page. A wrinkled old body was wet with sweat. Breathless. The three men could not do anything else, except the guard. When sunset came, and those who do prayer, the grandmother was still picking up leaves.
"Who is he?" Whispered one of his congregation to his friend, when they left the mosque. Of course there was no answer, but "somehow".
"Grandma, rest ... it's late."
"If you want to go home, go ahead ... let me here and do it all."
"Grandma, grandma why torture yourself like this?"
"No. I do not torture yourself. This is ... probably not even enough for a pardon, "she said wiping her eyes.
Haji Brahim silent. Trying to figure out what her grandmother had done in the past.
***
That night, Haji Brahim came home quite late because he felt could not leave her grandmother. Board mosque which was originally going to wait, after Haji Brahim, was also not resistant. In fact, not to mention five minutes Haji Brahim leave, he quietly returned.
No one knows whether the grandmother was asleep or awake that night. As soon as dawn arrived, the dawn call to prayer Mijo who will find the grandmother still doing the same movement. The air was so cold. Some times the old woman coughed.
***
Events of the old woman turned out to invite the attention of many people. They came to the mosque. Intentions they might want to watch the old woman, but so coincident prayer time comes in, they perform congregation prayers. Without them knowing it fully, the mosque was so lively. People flocked, bringing food to her grandmother, or just give him a drink. And, everything is always congregation at the mosque.
Two days later, just when the echo time of Asr came, the old woman fell down and died. The people gasped, others tried to take him to the clinic, but for some reason did not.
That day the police came. Because everyone does not know who the family of the grandmother, the grandmother decided finally buried in the backyard of the mosque.
When everyone is busy, Haji Brahim choked. He suddenly felt lonely ambush him. He sweeps of view, there's something strange in his eyes. The leaves are scattered disappeared. Clean the courtyard. Fertile black soil, such as sweeping, and leaf fall was arrested by giant nets until he reaches the ground.
Haji Brahim corners of the eyes moist. "May you find your way, grandma," he muttered.
And when all the people, who number tens of it, simultaneously discover what is seen Haji Brahim, they gaped. How could the courtyard could be as clean as that.
***
Long after the story reached me, I was stunned. Apparently, according to Haji Brahim me, the old woman might be present as an example. "Maybe he's big sinners, according to his confession to me," said Haji Brahim me some time ago. "And ... he's doing some sort istigfar to gather as much leaf on the page, maybe so ... I'm not sure. What is clear, so our eyes open. Now we are quite crowded mosque. "
"No doubt many are willing to sweep the yard," I teased.
"Yeah ... ha-ha-ha ... right."
"What could be so, Ji?"
"That is, the forgiveness of God? Yes, I'm sure could have. Almighty God-willed, whatever if He pleased, cooking was not granted? "Said Haji Brahim calm.
I was speechless. I imagine it's foliage, which amount may be thousands of pieces of it, floated to the presence of God, bringing pardon petition scratches.
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