THE BEDOL KEMBANG
PAEHAN KABEH(DISABLE ALL) CHAPTER 4
The next day, Dewi came to Pak Ujang in the karawitan room. “Try which book did you mean in WA last night?” ask Mr. Ujang. The goddess handed the book over. Mr. Ujang watched the book for a few minutes, flipping through, also opening the pages. “Where did you find this book Wi?” Mr. Ujang asked with his eyes continuing to pay attention to the book.
“Di perpus Sir.”
“I haven't seen this book in the library so far ...”
“I found it on the floor Pak.”
“oya? What is interesting in this book is the name of the famous pesinden seventies ...”
“Mana Sir, I don't see.”
Pak Ujang showed a small writing at the end of the book on the final page whose ink had been thinned and very faint even the Goddess had to frown to be able to read the name. “It looks like it's a notebook of his songs,” continued Pak Ujang. “I never heard his name Sir,” Dewi tried hard to think about the name but as long as he can remember, the name is not included in the names of legendary pesinden in West Java.
“Nyai Galunggung ..” muttered Goddess.
“Of course you and the people now do not know .. Father alone will not know if not often gather together the arts of West Java, from the sepuh that, from the sepuh that, You like to get a story that is not in the book .. Nyai Galunggung .. he was one of the great pesinden in his time ... but according to the story of the generations .... in his golden times, he moksa* in a forest ... forest known as haunted forest ..” said Mr. Jajang.
*Moksa means to simply disappear, not to live nor to die.
“According to those who know the hell he said it is true ... many versions of the story Wi.... some say because of heartache .. some say because of revenge .. I don't know ..”.
“But how can this book be here?”
“Bapak also does not know Wi... may appear just like that or I don't know .. but the phenomenon of singularity in our traditional art is indeed real ... You want to believe it or not, please … but as a young generation of successors and inheritors of the cultural arts of this country, you must respect it all.”
“Iya Pak .. I just thought ... what is the case in this book as the cause of death Esih?”
“Death to human life is in the hands of the Power,” smile Mr. Ujang.
“But I feel the evil aura in this kawih Mr... try to read the verse.”
Pak Ujang saw a page that was shown by Dewi. His eyes moved to read. “Where according to Mr?” ask Goddess. “The only way to explain this, you should find the descendants of Nyai Galunggung and ask them .. Who knows, anyone knows what this kawih means, You can not say whether this kawih is mystical or not,” explained Mr. Ujang then closed the conversation and handed the book back to Dewi. “Alright Sir, if so nohun (thank you) for the time yes Sir,” said Dewi, Pak Ujang nodded Goddess also stepped out of the room.
After Dewi left, Pak Ujang closed the door of the karawitan room and it turned out that behind the door stood a woman looking at him.
“Astaghfirulloh!” yelling Pak Ujang surprised. The woman grinned. “Ning! Kirain who! Ngareuwaskeun wae (Ngagetin only) you!” upset Mr. Ujang. “Punten Sir, ga means ngagetin,” says Nining. Mr Ujang locked the door, “From yesterday you were standing there heh? Whynot? Why don't you just go in? Just temenmu the new Goddess from here ... aya naon (what's up)?” Nining shook her head, “Ga there is nothing sir .. just stop by aja.”