8 Goddess of Flower Sanggana
BMP 10: Grandpa and Grandma's Story
*Defender Red Lips (BMP)*
“Ndoro! Ndoro!” marti shouted as he entered the room.
Marti's extremely rare shout and arrival ran around, shocking an old woman in her sixties. All her hair was white. The woman was sitting leaning against her wooden bed while sewing a piece of cloth. The woman was none other than Rumih Riya who was twenty-four years old.
“Why, Marti?” rumih Riya asked with a look of wonder.
“Anu, Ndoro. It's outside there's anu..” said Marti rather lost focus.
“Anu anu. Since when do you like anu, Marti? The older the flirtier!” rumih Riya's.
“Not so, Ndoro. It's outside, there's a guest,” kaa Marti.
“Not Ndoro Demang outside?”
“Iya, but his male guest looks like Ajeng Ningsih, Ndoro. Not only were his lips red, but his face instantly reminded Ajeng Ningsih,” Marti explained.
“What?!” shock Rumih Riya.
Rumih Riya hurriedly put down her handwork. He then reached for a wooden stick that was branched and had a thick cloth.
Marti quickly helped his master to stand up using a cane.
“Sorry, Ndoro, I have to bring drinks for guests,” Marti permission.
“Iya.”
Marti hurriedly left Rumih Riya towards the kitchen. While Rumih Riya who suffered from paralysis on one leg, also limped with the help of a cane.
On the front porch.
“Excuse us, Ki Demang. The thing I wanted to ask was probably the matter of Ki Demang's family. We just met a woman named Surina Asih..”.
“Oh, that woman is no longer my family's responsibility, Nak Joko. So, if you are harmed by that woman, I have not caught anything,” said Demang Yono cutting off the words of Joko Calm.
“Not that, Ki. When Surina saw my face, she was suddenly very frightened. Does my face look like someone Surina is so afraid of?” ask Joko Calmly.
“Emmm... That case I don't know,” Demang Yono replied.
“But, can we know the story of the cause of Surina's bad luck like that, Ki?” ask Tirana.
Demang Yono fell silent and looked at the faces of the two young guests in turn.
“If Ki Demang is not willing, it's okay. However, since we desperately need to know about that story, we can find out stories from others,” Tirana said.
“Good,” Demang Yono said.
Yoke! Yoke! Yoke!
However, not to mention Demang Yono starting to tell a story, there was a knock on the floor that came closer, making the three of them turn to look towards the doorway of the house.
Along with the appearance of Rumih Riya in the doorway, the sound of walking sticks they heard also stopped. Rumih Riya looked directly at Joko Calm. Rumih Riya was surprised.
“Ningsih?!” call Rumih Riya a bit tight. However, he quickly realized that Joko Calm was a man, there was no way he was Ningsih Dirama.
Joko Calm and Tirana so surprised to hear the old woman called Prabu Dira with the name “Ningsih”.
With a limp Rumih Riya walked closer to Joko Calm.
“Rumih, what are you doing?” demang Yono said as he stood up and held back his wife's steps to approach Joko Calm.
The actions of the hostess made Joko and Tirana also get up.
“Nak Joko is not our son Ningsih, Rumih,” said Demang Yono trying to convince his wife.
The sentence “Ningsih our son” from the words of Demang Yono made Joko and Tirana surprised in the heart. If Ningsih is really meant to be Joko's biological mother, then the red-lipped young man is now dealing with his grandparents.
“Yes, he opened Ningsih, but he looked like Ningsih, Kang Mas. Look, her lips are both red, her eyebrows are similar too. Son Joko, who are you?” rumih Riya said, as if she was fantasizing about meeting her long-lost granddaughter.
Demang Yono could not refute his wife's judgment, as he also had to admit that Joko's face was similar to his daughter's Ningsi Dirama. A very strong equation is on the lips and eyebrow model Joko Calm.
“My mom's name is Ningsih Dirama. Do you two know him?”
Jgeerr!
It was as if lightning struck right an inch above the crowns of the two old men.
“Cucukuuu!” pekik Rumih Riya hysterically then immediately forced to hug Joko Calm's body. He even cried hysterically as one hand patted Joko on the back. His wand that fell to the floor did not heed.
Demang Yono Sumoto's pair of old eyes turned red and watery. His feelings that he had been enduring and hiding, finally carried away the haru atmosphere created by his wife.
Tirana just smiled at the incident. There was a haru also inside his chest, but it was not evaporated in the form of tears.
Joko Calm finally patted Rumih Riya's shoulder.
“Are you the son of Ningsih Dirama, Nak Joko?” demang Yono asked to confirm the understanding of him and his wife. He was worried that they had misinterpreted the intentions of Joko and his wife.
“According to my teacher, my mother was named Ningsih Dirama and my father was named Anjas Perjana Langit!” joko Calm.
“Who is Anjas?” rumih Riya asked suddenly while releasing her embrace to Joko whom she already believed was her grandson.
“A king,” replied Joko Calmly.
That answer made Demang Yono look at each other with his wife.
“So Nak Joko is a prince?” keka Demang Yono's.
“A king,” replied Joko briefly.
Demang Yono and Rumih Riya. Rush Demang was about to go down on his knees.
“Don't do that, Ki!” sergeant Joko while quickly holding Demang Yono's body from kneeling.
The same thing Tirana did to Rumih Riya who also intended to kneel.
“If you are my true grandparents, then you are not worthy of doing so. Merely, I need your story to confirm that you two are indeed my grandfather and grandmother,” said Joko Calmly.
“Better we sit down first!” demang Yono Sumoto.
The four of them then sat back on the terrace floor.
Rumih Riya was unceasingly staring at Joko Calm's face. He smiled continuously, but his tears sometimes came out because he was very moved and remembered Ningsih Dirama.
“You really look like your mother, Joko,” Rumih Riya said.
Joko Calm just smiled at the old woman.
“Then where is your mother now, Joko?” ask Demang Yono. The question was actually terrible for him, he was afraid that the answer would make him feel like losing a child for the second time.
“I don't know. Since childhood, I did not know who my mother was. I got my mother's name from my teacher less than two full moons ago. Precisely, if you are indeed the parents of my mother, I would like to ask, where is my mother?” said Joko.
Demang Yono Sumoto finally breathed weakly. Disappointment is also implied on the face of Rumih Riya.
“Drinks coming, Ndoro!” marti said happily. He came with two glasses of cold drink, not coconut ice let alone avocado juice, but a cold drink from a tightly sealed urn water that was deposited at the bottom of the water barrel.
With a smile, Marti put down his drink.
“Down, Ndoro. Similar Ajeng Ningsih,” Marti told Rumih Riya.
“You go inside, Marti!” demang's orders. He didn't like the serious atmosphere of it being cut by unnecessary advertising.
“Good, Ndoro.”
Marti, feeling annoyed, left and went into the house.
“Ningsih Dirama, your mother, is a very beautiful girl. No wonder he had such a handsome son. You inherited your mother's red lips. Your mother's lips are also naturally red. The beauty of your mother made her brother spiteful and envious. One day your mother was exposed to an evil mouth that could not be treated. All over his face and body appeared enormous lumps. The lump if it ruptures secretes a very rotten fluid. No physician or saint could treat him. The more days the disease gets worse and the smell gets sharper. Because it smelled too much and we couldn't resist, your mother was exiled in the Angker Forest. After that we no longer know his fate. We only believe that Ningsih has died in the prey of wild animals,” the story of Demang Yono Sumoto, without telling about the status of prospective concubines Prabu Raga Sata. According to him, it was too embarrassing to tell that, the thing that later made him step down became demang until now.
“Did Aunt Surina do that?” terka Joko who started pinning “bibi” statu on Surina Asih.
“You know Surina?” tanya Rumih Riya quickly.
“We met him in the market. Precisely because Aunt Surina mentioned my mother's first name, and was terrified when I saw her, I wondered. I'm afraid the name Ningsih called is my mother's name,” explained Joko.
“Surina's conspiracy with a healer has finally been uncovered. Because a few days after your mother was banished to the forest, it attacked Surina. Although not as severe as your mother's illness, but Surina could not stand it and held accountable the healer she paid to harm your mother. Because we want to throw it also into the Angker Forest, Surina chose to run away and occasionally appear with a foul-smelling body condition. What he is experiencing right now is the result of that pain. Guilt has made him feel like a madman,” the story of Demang Yono.
“So Grandpa and Grandma don't know my mom where?” ask Joko seriously.
“Since we thought your mother was dead,” Rumih Riya said, she was sad and crying again.
Tirana then shifted her body and embraced the old woman's shoulder, trying to provide calmness.
“What exactly made my father and mother separate? Even let me who is looking for them, not those who are looking for me,” said Joko Lirih. The question eventually became a burden on his mind.
“Stay here, Joko!” rumih Riya.
“I'm sorry, Grandma. Me and Tirana are on an important journey. We must continue our journey immediately. However, I was very happy to meet my grandparents. I'm happy to know who my mother is, even if I have to find her again. Once my business is done, I'll come back to see you. However, if it turns out that I forgot about you or did not allow a visit, I hope that Grandfather will visit the Little Sanggana Kingdom on Mount Prabu. That's where my extended family is!” (BH)