SHEE

Factory's "buka giling" Even

Mr. Tur works in the factory. He is one of the employees who has a position in charge of several people and has authority in the milling section, in the process it produces sugarcane juice which will be processed into sugar, the bagasse is separated and used as fuel, the juice is distributed to the cooking section, several giant drums are available. there as a cooking container. Mr. Tur went on foot because his house was close to the factory where he worked.

Every 6 months the factory will produce, and every start of the milling process will be accompanied by the s*******r of a buffalo as a sacrifice for a symbol of safety whose head is buried near the factory gate fence and even though until decades ago no highest official of the factory dared to neglect this obligation. Even the 14-day night party continues, all sellers will come from various surrounding areas and participate in enlivening the event called "Buka milling". They will line up right and left opening stalls along the edge of the road to a field in the village where the factory stands, there they are enlivened with various kinds of traditional games and most of them are children to teenagers who like it, but all ages will be present as long as they can, they come from various villages uninvited.

Pak Tur wore his sarong, wearing long sleeves carrying Shee who was wearing a songket hat and jacket, that night at around 07.00 pm. Even though the " Buka Giling" event has started since the afternoon, the traders have shown their activities, they begin to arrange their wares one by one, but at night the atmosphere is more lively, and the crowd becomes more complete, the traders become compact in their beginnings. In the field all games start at around 6 pm until late at night.

Bu Keni closed the door of the house and they left together

Mrs. Keni: "Don't take Shee on a " Ombak Air" game later, okay?"

Mr. Tur: "Well, don't worry, I don't want to do that, actually I want to find Shee unique items, such as batik clothes, jewelry from buffalo horns, piggy banks from coconut shells, table decorations from sea shells or maybe something more interesting else "

Hearing this answer, Mrs. Keni felt calm. They walked together and Mr. Tur carried Shee behind, Shee laid her head down and tilted her head towards Mrs. Keni who was walking hand in hand with Mr. Tur. What was thinking from kid 5 years old by constantly paying attention to his mother's every move, but for sure she was more comfortable with it than paying attention to the others around her.

From a distance along the edge of the road, you can see a long line of lights facing each other until at the end of the eye the view is cut off by shops on other roads that intersect. These lights are the lamps of the merchants who come from various villages and small towns. People pass by, some of them stop by, some are looking around, their eyes don't miss anything that is neatly arranged in front of him, when they stop walking, sit in front of one of the merchants, they will concentrate on what they like, so do they. with Mr. Tur there is no difference with the people who pass by. When Mr. Tur and Shee and also his wife arrived among the many people and the rows of lights, they also would pass by like everyone else and stop right in front of the seller with the goods he dreamed of for himself, his family or those closest to him.

Walking slowly like the others, his steps suddenly had to stop when his eyes caught sight of a set of batik pajamas with wayang images.

Mr. Tour: "Wait Ma'am, look there!, I'm interested in the puppet pajamas, they must be the size of Shee!"

Mrs. Keni: "That's right, too, the model and motif is very good, I think it will suit her very well."

Mr. Tour: "Then let's go there"

Mr. Tur said as he took Mrs. Keni's hand and then broke through the line of people, he walked a little in front of Mrs. Keni. A moment later reappeared among the rows of people passing by, Mr. Tur and Mrs. Keni had brought a plastic bag, they had bought the clothes for Shee.

Mrs. Keni: "We are very lucky to get this, aren't we? Asked Mrs. Keni as if Mr.Tur also agreed with Mrs. Keni

Mr. Tur : "Yes, you're right, we rarely see anything like that, hopefully Shee is happy, right, gril?" Mr. Tur asked while turning his head back towards Shee, but Shee was carrying a lot of silence, especially in the middle of the crowd Shee was more focused on holding on or hugging her father's shoulders tightly.

Mrs. Keni: "Are we going home after this?"

Shee: "But, I want to ride the kemidi putar"

Pak Keni: "Yes, of course dear. You will ride it ..., right?"

Mrs. Keni: "Yes, of course..." said Mrs. Keni while nodding her head.

They walked towards their home, passing through a row of bright lights, after that, before walking straight ahead towards their house, there was a bend in the road on their right, that was the location of the field where various games gathered there.

Shee laughed happily, sitting on a cute pink mare statue, running in circles, every time Shee passed her father and mother, she would scream and shout with her hands raised up while shaking, with a wide smile on her lips, and a pair of eyes that stare until the horses turn round and round miss him and bring him back toward to his parents, to circle around and around again and again.

Shee: "Dad, Mom...look at me..." Shee shouted as she turned to her parents, and she didn't get tired of repeating it over and over again.

Mr. Keni and Mrs. Keni just waved back, nodded and smiled, they didn't say anything even though Shee screamed, but their eyes never stopped watching her every second.

Time also seemed to move very fast, the " kemidi putar" was running out. Shee finally returned to Pak Tour's back, she laid her head and his eyes closed instantly.

Mrs. Keni: "She's sleeping, .... Hold on a little bit stronger..."

Mr. Keni: "Maybe she's tired...."

Mrs. Keni:" No, she is enjoying and happy, it's time to sleep...."

Mr. Keni: "She has been waiting since this morning, finally she got what she wanted " Mr. Tour smiled as if she was also satisfied

Mrs. Keni: "Yes, I saw how happy her face was, she even shared his fun with us every time towards us..."

Mr. Tour: "She did grow up with affection, she will have a lot of affection..., even if she doesn't forget us, while she has fun on her horse..."

On the way while talking about the Shee, it didn't feel like they finally arrived home.