Balinese in the village of Payangan, ubud
will keep your imagination on the peak solitary.........
Ubud story ..........
There are many circumstances in this world which make Men Dabreg not understand fully, Just for example, about television.If she looks at television, always comes out the question, where does the picture come from ? The wire no bigger than her finger, how can this make voice and picture ? The people who often see television at Balai Banjar also talk about it, but never have the exact information.
Some people who try to guess.Maybe that antenna, put high on top of the house, catches voice and picture as it passes in the air.The other say, television alive of electricity. So, the electricity itselft is sucking voice and picture, entering inside the television.
Men Dabreg always wrinkles her forehead when they talk about television, electricity, radio and other modern stuff. It is better to enjoy it, without becoming confused trying to know everything.If television or radio breaks down, just take to the repairer! They can fix it.
Now everywhere people have radio. To the ricefield , carriying transistor radio. To the kitchen or while making wood - carvings, the radio is always beside them.
Other then that, every village has somebody with television, push bike, motorbike, even bemo. The road are good, some with asphalt, some not yet. The people's economy has become more developed, of course.
It was really different when Men Dabreg was young. When she was young people seldom had radio. Even if radio had existed, they could not afford the price. At that time her rich neighbour got it by swapping one full rice barn. That Radio was big as buffalo head.
The neighbour always came in, mass to listen to that voice of radio.They were very glad when the radio broadcast gamelan Bali Programmes, or kroncong songs. Very impressed.
When the battery finished, the neighbour had to go from Ubud to Denpasar riding D.K.W motorbike or horse. Sometimes he would entrust a member of the village to buy it. Now that neighbour and D.K.W motorbike have become old piles of iron, staying lonely in the back yard. The chicken often perch on it during the daytime. Even though the owner died five years ago and was cremated.
" Ah, this world has moved so far," whisper Men Dabreg, breathing deeply.
She put more wood in the trivet, the fire burn more lightly. The rice she is cooking boils, sometimes the steam pushing the lid, little bit. Open and dosed again. she opens th lid , stir it.
Hearing the mooing voice behind the house , her face frowns. " Hmmm....that cow's also hungry. Soon Nyoman will come back home, " she says to herselft. She puts more wood in the trivet, the fire bigger.
She was already too late with cooking today. This morning spent too long washing clothes in the river.Hopes when her husband comes back from rice fields, everything is cooked.
Her husband likes warm, Pan Dabreg will soon eat very greedily. Men Dabreg doestn't want to make him disappointed. There is also Nyoman, her neighbour's son.After returning from school, he goes straight to paon. Eats, changes his clothes, the gives grass to her cows and debong bananas to the pigs.
Since her marrige thirty years ago, their life has not had many changes. Still a simple life. She is ten years younger than her husband. Their possesions consist of a couple of cows, some pigs, the yard, garden, rice fields, and the house they inherited from their ancestors.
A couple of acres for rice fields, is enough to support their life. Even if they want, their son and doughter can help them make life much better.
But Pan Dabreg and Men Dabreg don't want to be helped by them. Let them enjoy their young life without being troubled by their young life without being troubled by their parents. The parents are happy enough if they can live quitely, and see their son and dughter happy, Just that.
Her marriage with Pan Dabreg has produced four children. One daugther and three sons. The daughter works in the Government information Departement in Denpasar. Ni Wayan Sudarni is her name. She is married with two children and live in Denpasar.
The second child is teaches at the primary school in Candi Dasa, married just a year ago.The third child is an artist and has his own gallery in Monkey Forest Street, near Dewa House, in Ubud. At present the youngest one works at a cassette shop in Kuta Beachs, while studiying at one of the universities in Denpasar. In Indonesian Literature.
They obey their parents and live in harmony. Often their neighbour, when giving advice to their children will use Men Dabreg; s family as good example.
" Look, it is good to be tidy and obey like Men Dabreg's children. " When she hears that, Men Dabgreg's heart grows and flowers, Her family have become a good example to her neighbours.
even more her husband is the best person in the world and was courageous in his youth . Although his hair now grey, his body is still healthy and strong. works energetically.
Almost every two months, all their children visit . The fisrt usually brings two grandchildren, boy and girl. Their granchildren are very cute, their bodies healthily plump, their eyes glittering, their laughter always bursting when Men Dabreg picks them up...................................
To be continue.......
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