Saturday, August 1, 2009

Kesaksian AYU : Rie

Size is small, about twice the three-meter. PLN off every light, the rooms the walls the color comes from the bamboo is changed dull. Perhaps because the former petromak who smoke light berkepul-kepul. In each wall dudut rooms terpajang photos. Not the image itself, but figures that he idolakan. One day later, he wanted to like them. Girls that are just sitting pensive on a bed already obsolete when eaten. Roll the remainder seems buyutnya first. Village atmosphere of the cold, he felt the bone puncture. Another one with air in a city that according to him can not be a compromise for the science. Already one year more he had to go back and forth from the village to the city.
Ayu, that is the name of the girl, according to the face is truly beautiful. Lately, tweak-tweak and psychological pressure is present in his life. He lives in this new world 19 years. A good age and mature for a teenager to find teak himself. Puberty has been started ends with a marked desire to excite excitement with his friends sebayanya. That only the adult tertingal challenging.
A diary lucek tergolek in pangkuannya. He is considered as a silent witness of his life journey. He wrote what is dibenaknya. He suspire kesahnya all share, the withdrawal of a girl who left his Arjuna went. In the diary, he was writing kalimatnya the last sentence that forever will not be written again: "I represent WOMEN ARE aware ASASINYA to obtain RIGHTS AS HUMAN AND JUSTICE AS WOMEN"
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"Bu ... get breakfast, Bu. Quick, later Ayu have to go to college, Bu ..." while screaming Ayu install sneakers that are not good anymore.
"Yes, Nduk, Mother just warm lauknya. Wait a moment, nduk ..." Without listening to the words of his mother, ayu ran directly home and then leave to go to seek knowledge for the sake of future.
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Sesampai on campus, Ayu, the village girl who is smart and energetic, with immediate diffuse his friends. Scholarships achievement that mengantarkannya to the campus that he idamkan elite. Initially, his father does not agree that Ayu explore science in the city. Many reasons have been dilontarkan father. He said, women will only be didapur only, so no need to continue school to university, especially in the city. Good with a different, older brother alone who can also wayangnya scholarships to universities in Yogyakarta favorites.
"Ayu, you join in Mahapala, dong. Masak you can not imitate kakakmu, sweep the competition Mahapala level Java and Bali. 'Kan lumayan. Lagian, Yu, you can be happy and roads. The seneng tho'," said one one fishing friends talking.
"I '... ah useless. Ortuku I ngizinin, crap!"
"Lho What, you 'is a student, the' you lose the Good Mas-mu. Insurrectional dong, interruptions, kek, protest, demonstration, show a sense de el el ..." the other gives advice to Ayu.
"What's more, does not agree, does not agree .... I deh! Vain you talk, I will finish this masalahku."
"Yes already, you nyesel later, though in a sense, you!" All his friends out Ayu Ayu leave alone.
In lamunannya, he pandangi plasterboard ceiling space of course it's foreign. Beda far with ceiling houses only beratapkan tile. Following the desire Mahapala Ayu's first, long before he set foot dikampus this. But ....
Ayu grateful dreams so Good as Mas already have in front of the eye. One desires, to keep the world from extinction.
"Ayu, roads to the mall, go ahead. ... Yes kongkow-kongkow there. Mumpung the Academic Faculty of the meeting are discussing the education system and curriculum in our helter-skelter," get one more of the Ayu prink super funky.
"Nggak ah ...." Ayu try again in lamunannya.
"Oh ... you fear the same ortumu again, the same fear bonyokmu again?."
"Nggak ah walk in a mall can have benefits. Mending for discussion with colleagues", Ayu issued dalilnya
"Huh ... basic village children. Nggak gaul, a funky, kuper! Important that we are now happy happy first-Yu ... Ortu affairs so that it matters! ", Scolding them.
Again Ayu feeling depressed in the environment that should not have it there. They differ with perasannya when in the village. Each day he returned to the village with a good reputation and image: Ayu, a son of poor farmers, capable of education up to university in the city.
***
Ayu find between the discussion with his father. He found his father in front of the house, more and more are ngemong bird kesayangannya.
"Pak, Ayu want to talk, Pak?"
"What, nduk, SPP problem? This is the new 18." Mr. Ayu indeed often have to pay a monthly amount of fees actually amount is not enough to cover the cost of living of his family. Mr. spoke the child regardless of their face while gadisnya continue to feed the animals piaraannya.
"No, Sir. Ayu Ayu want to talk because you want to participate once Mahapala, Pak"
"What is Mahapala, Nduk?" ask Mr. sitting in bamboo chairs reot.
"Mahapala the student nature lovers such as climbing mountains. That lho Pak, as followed by Mas Good." Ayu face didamprat miserably afraid of his father.
"What Nduk. You are a woman, women. You do not deserve to do things that made men. That is the task of men, Nduk!" Mr. kalem diction. There is an impression wise, although the shape of face wrinkles began to redden slightly.
"Ethnic women could not do the work should be done with men. Now time equality, pak! I, representing all women, over 8000 years has been our life in nature Pathriarkal, women must be subservient to men, itukah called justice, Pak? " Ayu said. Of mind as he sehatnya.
"You are ngomong opo, Nduk! You have a limit too. You, Mr. kuliahkan in the city though so wong pinter, why are you so well." More and more fathers Ayu talk sebijaksana possible.
Ayu can only be silent. Ayu fear. While his father did not hear a word more powerful because Ayu does not understand the meaning.

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Rooms in the crowded and stuffy, Ayu share more contents to the heart luceknya diary. Lucky cold only go through the village midst wall bambunya. In the diary, Ayu save a million questions in which he himself believe he will find a time.
"I GO IN EVERYWHERE, EVERYTHING I CLIMB" The Ayu is to write big-big book in front page daily. Ayu I feel quite empty and absurd.
Ayu rise of rooms for bersua mother with his father-in room. Suddenly his father menyeletuk.
"Bu, children gadismu that, lho. Tadi siang talk exotic. Cook he would like to participate kumpulannya children kayak nature lovers is The Good. Nggak pantes toh." Cigar smell sting of his father's nose to the lungs Ayu.
"But, Pak. Ayu really want to participate, Pak. Mahapala Following the SME keinginanku since before Ayu study there, Mr." Ayu return indicates miserably face.
"The point is not! That made men", answers the same Ayu heard from his father ..
"Oh ... so the father is still maintaining the manliness father! See Mr. Mr. own self. Each day is never work, only a very ngopeni bird father Puja wujudnya. Mother who must work in the field, and then sell the results to the market. What the task of women, Pak! No, Sir! Men's duty is to work for menafkahi family, in this house have replaced women as mother. Itukah called justice, Sir! "
Prakkkk! Mr. swat landed on the cutting-cheek mulus Ayu. Ayu immediately darted to the floor. The left side of his head hit rattan chairs.
Mother still glued in kursinya. Sob tangisnya be gentle. Mother did not know what to do to see the child only wayangnya terjerambab on the floor. But, as if he tersadar if during this secuil never get any parcel of the rights of her husband.

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Ayu terhimpit soul as the pressure from his father. Day night he fell unconscious. Ayu immediate search of the book diarynya. He can no longer hold emosinya shock. Although he still have the power to think more rational and logical, but the attitude of his father is completely unreasonable. He immediately wanted to leave this world. Ayu still kusamnya settled in bed and a glass bongkahan already in genggamannya. From the glass, the reflection of outgoing light rays that shine petromak-flash. Back tulisi book he diarynya. Ayu feel up to it all so dark, very dark light petromax as the fuel runs out. While the diary lucek it was in the lap manisnya.

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