Mayit's Stab
RONGGENG GROUP

One morning after returning from the forest, Sarminah found Mbok Ibah lying in the yard of the house. He dies. Unfortunately Sarminah's fate, he had to live a kara in a hut reot. Mbok Ibah's shadow was always on his mind. Especially if you see his relics, Sarminah must be crying.

He inherited the profession of Mbok Ibah, so a masseuse. In order to meet the needs of life, he must be willing to massage the fathers whose skin is hard. Not infrequently, they also smell underarms. Sometimes Sarminah vomits after massaging them.

Sarminah does not want her fate to end up as a masseuse forever. Until finally he wanted to become a dancer only. However, people are always poking at him. In fact, those people swear by all the dedemites on this earth. For them, Sarminah is impossible to be a ronggeng dancer.

“Where is a dancer with an ugly face like you, Sarminah?"

"Don't dream!"

"Very impossible. Want to get to the apocalypse you'll never be a ronggeng dancer."

"You deserve to be a demon, Sarminah. The descendants of Demit, yes. My face is really ugly.”

So the diatribes that Sarminah had commonly heard. Sometimes he was desperate and buried his dream. But, Sarminah always returned to her determination. He could definitely follow in his mother's footsteps. Until one night, after massaging his customers, he stopped by a ronggeng show.

The show was packed with spectators. Sarminah had to go up to the duku tree in order to see the dancers. After a few minutes on the tree, he felt sore and then came down.

Suddenly it occurred to her mind, eager for Sarminah to see the dance room and the dancers ronggeng. All this time, he was curious how they matured themselves to be very charming on stage.

In the middle of the crowd, Sarminah settles backstage. There was a tent that was sealed with bamboo cubicles. From the hole of the room Sarminah peeked slowly. The dancers are dressed up. There are three dancers in there.

They're all beautiful. Her body is also beautiful and well dressed. Sarminah eavesdropped on the conversation of the three of them who were discussing a handsome man in the village of Ci Ijau. Occasionally the ronggengs laughed while continuing to nourish his face with powder.

“It seems that this shirt is not worth wearing,” Jumaira shows a ronggeng outfit to Sekar.

Stop turning the face. He looked towards Jumaira.

“Iya, just throw it away.”

Throw the clothes behind the tent. Sarminah looked at the discarded ronggeng clothes. He picked it up immediately, then put on the clothes. His heart is very happy. It was unexpected that the clothes fit on his body.

With a feeling of excitement, he danced behind the tent like a ronggeng dancer. He did not feel his feet tripping over the roots of the duku tree. His body fell into the bushes. The sindens inside the tent heard the sound. They rushed out to see who was behind the tent.

It turns out the lady is ugly. They know Sarminah. And, of course, they hated the woman because Sarminah's face was ugly. They believe Sarminah can bring bad luck.

“Oh, apparently you, Sarminah,” said Jumaira.

“Maling you, yes!” Sekar.

“We just finish him off,” Komariah proposes a cruel idea.

Sadistically they dragged Sarminah into the middle of the audience. There, they took off Sarminah's clothes.

Sarminah then ran away crying. He was so hurt that he was treated inhumanely.

Sarminah did not return home, but went to her mother's grave. Nights like that, he cried sobbing at the edge of his mother's navel. It spills all the sadness. Just then, from the darkness among the tree trunks, appeared a black-clothed grandfather. The grandfather approached Sarminah.

“You miss your mother, huh?” Ask the old man as he approaches Sarminah.

Sarminah is vigilant, even though she is well dressed, still crime can occur. Hurriedly wiping away the tears dangling on her cheeks then retreated a few steps back. The brighter the moon shone in the night, the closer the grandfather's face became.

Her hair is black and white because there is gray hair. He had a brew that was white, there was a large mole on his right cheek.

“Do not be afraid. I'm Sadiman,” the grandfather smiled.

“I just finished the pilgrimage from my wife's grave, you're Sarminah, right?”

Sarminah nodded as if almost everyone knew Sarminah. It must be because his face is bad and horrible. Humans are easily recognized if their form is unusual and different from other humans.

“I heard you wanted to be a ronggeng dancer?”

Without answering Sadiman, Sarminah ran away from the grandfather. He was afraid of being made a n@suf slave by that grandfather. Although Sarminah is ugly, there is still a possibility .

Arriving home, Sarminah locked her door. Then cry back.

Never thought in his life would be stripped naked like that in public. That very night, revenge flourished in his chest, he wanted to finish off the three ronggengs. If he can't kill their lives, he'll have to kill their careers. At any rate, she should be a famous ronggeng dancer in Ci Ijau.

***

That afternoon, Sarminah was drying clothes in the yard. Suddenly there was the sound of gamelan from the East. Sarminah frowned, the rest of the clothes in the bucket that had not been dried were left just like that. He stepped up following the source of the gamelan sound. There is a path near his house, the sound of gamelan is heard more and more clearly.

And under the durian tree, he saw Sadiman and three of his friends were beating gamelan. In front of them, there was a little girl, perhaps only eight years old. He danced agilely like a ronggeng kawakan. Sarminah peeked out from behind the durian tree.

His mind began to wonder, who exactly was the grandfather? Why he has a ronggeng group.

Sadiman noticed that someone was peering behind the trees. He stopped the music. All the members turned to Sadiman with astonished gazes as to why the game was stopped.

With a smile, Sadiman stepped closer to Sarminah who was still standing behind a tree. Realizing this, Sarminah left.

“Sarminah wait,” pinta Sadiman while running a small approach to him.

This time Sarminah stopped.

“You like to dance, right?

How about you join my ronggeng group?”

“Iya is right, we agree Bah. We need dancers,” timpal drummers, he comes to Sarminah.

“Do you guys want to accept this ugly me?” ask Sarminah while bowing.

“Ah, no matter what matters you can dance,” Sadiman replied.

“Include these Icung, Kurawa, and Sarkam they are all musical performers. While this is a beautiful and funny name Melati my grandson. She loved dancing,” Sadiman touched her grandson's shoulder.

“I Sarminah.”

“We all know you Sarminah,” Icung said with a friendly smile.

“Welcome to join Sarminah,” Melati smile.

Sarminah accepted the offer. Since then, Sarminah has joined Sadiman's gang. They do not perform like a large ronggeng group in general. All they do is become a group of ronggeng around the village watched by small children and then pelted with coins.

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Look forward to the next body stab story.