CANDRAMAYA STORY
Part 40's. Nyi Dasimah
Mas Guntur woke up from his sleep, when right at midnight the chant of the Javanese song began to sound.
Ana Song romekso ing wengi
Hayu luputa ing lara
Luputa barangi kabeh
Jin satan datan purun
Tan ana wani's
Niwah panggau
Gunaning wong escape
The atemahan tirta
Maling adoh tan ana ngarah ing mami
To sit down pan sirno
The free meaning of the canticle is more or less as follows: There is a prayer canticle of supplication in the middle of the night, which makes strong congratulations. Free from all diseases. Free from all misfortune. Jin and Satan did not want to come closer. Any kind of magic is not brave. Moreover, evil deeds, the use of being eliminated. Fire becomes water. Throwers away from me, all danger will vanish.
There was no form that seemed only the sound of his nose was heard, but it was that voice that made me sleep more soundly as if something was taking care of me and my baby.
Until finally a prayer was chanted by Guntur mas and the figure was seen sitting next to me stroking my stomach.
“who are you?” The figure also turned towards Guntur mas with a grinning smile showing his toothless tooth that blackened due to exposure to nginang. Guntur tried to keep me away from the figure of the old grandmother.
“What is mas” My sleep was disturbed
“Sorry deck, I didn't mean to wake you”
“Lho, this is how not to wake me up from earlier. Nyai sorry my husband ya” Mas Guntur was confused to see my attitude
“Mas, you why? He is the Nasimah who has been nemenin me so far when I am again in charge”
“Sorry to me ndak tau” Mas Guntur hand shone nyi Dasimah
“Nothing I don't know if Maya's husband has returned so I origin enter just”
“I make a drink first ya” I went to the kitchen, while Guntur mas helped nyi Dasimah to go to the living room.
“Sorry yo le, I scared you”
“I who should be grateful already want to bother looking after Candramaya as long as I go”
“Hmmmmm, if you can during pregnancy your wife should not be left away first”
“Actually I have also felt something nyi, but my heart is still doubt”
“I can only keep your son from the forest-waiting demons that are here, I can not protect from the main figure who wants your baby”
“Who nyi”
“The figure that gave the shawl to your wife”
“Send???” nyi Dasimah nodded
“I remember, Candramaya once said if someone gave her a shawl as our wedding gift, but I don't know if Candramaya still keeps it”
“That scarf is the bond between her and your wife”
“Sorry for long, please drink nyi” I put three cups of tea on the table
Nyi Dasimah drank my tea until there was nothing left, and then he decided to go home.
“I say yes ndok, there is already your husband who takes care of you you do not have to worry”
“Loh nyi kok hastily once, what better not stay here late at night loh” I look towards the Thunder mas who already understand my point.
“Iya nyi stay here let me sleep in the guest room”
“No need to bother”
“I'll drive home ya nyi”
“Huuuussshhh you have taken care of your wife I this parent no one may want nyulik”
“You inget yes ndok your content is still very vulnerable so don't do much ko”
“Iya nyi” I resigned and only drove nyi Dasimah to the front of the house only.
The next day I asked Guntur to take me to Dasimah's house. Said some residents who have long lived in this village house nyi Dasimah close to the forest. Nyi Dasimah and her late husband were the first to live in this village the term jawanya (babat alas) has many residents who persuaded him to stay with the residents or even move house in order to if something happens with him the citizens can immediately help remember his age is very old, but he still kekeh live alone in his home.
Many times I and Guntur took turns knocking on the door of his house but Nyi Dasimah did not open the door.
“Nyi...Nyi” Call me, but still there is no answer from Nyi Dasimah.
“Maybe there's more business, tomorrow we're here again” When we want to go back nyi Dasimah appeared from the back of his house.
“Lho no guest to apparently”
“Mbah where?”
“Sorry yo nduk was mbah from the next village help the people, let's enter” Nyi Dasimah let us enter and serve warm tea and also bananas that he got from the next village.
“Nyi Maya cook vegetable bayem, sambel terasi same tempe goreng”
“Wahhhh kok bothered to ndok”
“Ndak kok nyi Just a side dish just”
“Emmm this was already special once kakung very like if nyai masakin this”
“Maya help be ready ya nyi”
“We have eaten together ya”
We enjoyed our breakfast together, so I remembered my mother in the village. Ever since I got married, my mother chose to return to the village because she wanted to take care of our house and our fields.
“Have let alone the pure taro behind me” I brought the dishes we used to eat into the kitchen nyai. Although small but the house is very neat and also clean, it is appropriate if you do not want to move from here.
“Le, you bring this”
“What is nyi”
“This content merang padi” Nyi Dasimah give a white cloth package to Guntur mas.
“Ahead of midnight you burn this rice merang under your bed, the smell of this burnt rice merang can disguise the fragrant aroma of the baby in the stomach of your wife”
“Good nyi thank you”
“Ojo kesel ndok”
“Ndak nyi ndak tired kok”
“This banana will be brought yo, here no one eats”
“Lho later nya goman”
“Thanks to ndok”
“Iya nyi maturnuwun”
“Haruse nyai who thanks you guys for bothering bring breakfast”
“Maya seneng nyi, tomorrow Maya stop by again”
“Yes be careful yes go home, do not forget to wash your hands, feet and face first before entering home”
“Iya nyi, assalammualaikum”
We left the house and returned home, along the way home we greeted the people we met on the street. The reason why I really like living here is the hospitality of the villagers even though the access to the city is quite far away.
“Monggo bu”
“Ehhh mbak Maya,mas Guntur has returned to” Say hello to my neighbor
“Alhamdullah already bu, mari”
“I am very happy mas can walk around the village, reprimand greet with neighbors, enjoy the fresh air of the morning and certainly because there are you mas who accompany” My cheeks blush after saying that, for the first time I dared to express my feelings to the person who is now my husband.
“Mas derin” I was surprised when the Thunder mas carried me, making us the center of attention of residents who cross paths with us.