Abie & His GrandFather

 

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Balonggandu was just a village, a small village once isolated. wilderness is it blanket. peace and quiet is the pulse. foreigners will think a thousand times to stay in Balonggandu, if they just imagine it and watch it from a distance. However, when both feet have trod rural lands, the heart was going to fall over time as well. by the friendliness of the villagers, by their sincerity, by their tranquility and peace of their life. Its spirit is unity, its breathing is harmony, its soul is truth. its dress is simplicity. its robe is resignation. Its friend is patience.

if Balonggandu not have it all, its just a small village that is not worthy to mention. dispose of the memory is better than the brain expects to mention its name. no decent story to tell. no news of interest to be disclosed. wiped off the map and the brain is better for it. may be erased from the earth is a glorious destiny for it.

However, Balonggandu comes with beauty and charm. worthy of his name was mentioned. the life of the village is interesting to say from generation to generation. So the generation that preceded it can give the message, advice, and warning to future generations. about how one should live life and the life which the light of love, longing, and affection into its blanket, while truth and holiness into is clothes.

fate has been spinning and embroidery threads, thereby setting in Balonggandu life of a family consisting only of a kid and his grandfather. they lived in the old house, the house at the tip and closest to the forest. most of the walls of the house the bottom made of boards, while other parts the top made of woven bamboo. the roof is so dull, although it still looks solid. poles, too. on the back of the above, some have cracked roof tiles. surely the rain would come in and wet the ground floor. there is the rear entrance of the house, a door that directly connects with the hills behind the house. courtyard decorated with grass that looks diligently cut and the flowers are arranged neatly. house that faces north it seems to only be called an old shack. but in this old shack is where the real  story begins.

if it were not for the old hut inhabited by Abie and his grandfather, might be better just destroyed the hut, because that house was the smallest among the houses that exist in Balonggandu. even if so, from this old shack bright light appeared, where the light is brighter than sunlight, That’s because the light that emanates from Abie. the stars seemed to give a smile to Abie, Abie’s smile make the moon blushing embarrassment.

This hut, since Abie was born until now still like it. the grandfather was reluctant to fix it. other than financial factors, the shed is a form of memories. memories be remembered that if in fact will only bring pain and sorrow. painful memories of two deaths. The first death is the death of Ainah – beloved wife of abie’s grandfather  – and the second death is the death of Oom Romlah – Abie’s mother -.-  Abie mother died seventeen days after she gave birth to Abie, while his father, after the death of his wife .. he left Abie. Abie he entrusts to his grandfather.  and he never returned.

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Thus, when the pines have grown, he has lost some shading. His mother is the umbrella that protects from rain and His father is a roof that prevents it from sunburn. Abie caresses grow without affection. the role of mother and father were replaced by his grandfather. how grief is an impression, a way of life must continue. sense of loss was so strong, so the days turned into months that have passed, never passed without Abie asked his grandfather, “When will they be back? Where father and mother go? Whether  the dead will live again?”

days turned into months, and years were counted. his grandfather had tried to portray himself as a father and a mother to Abie. when he played himself a father, he teach him how to be a man, Abie was introduced to the forest, the trees are thick, the rivers, the rocks, the wild animals, the rain, the sun, the fields. because of this teaching, Abie grow as a solid pine, which has a tiger muscles, with the spotlight shade and sharp eyes like a hawk. — and when he plays himself as a mother, he taught the meaning and form of love and tenderness. , Abie was introduced to moon and stars, to white clouds, to flowers that grow in bloom, He showed the beauty of roses to the two eyes of Abie and fragrant of jasmine aroma to the olfactory of Abie. he also taught how to cook rice, fried side dishes, cooking vegetables, knitting and mending clothes.

all this forms of teaching are able to be well received by Abie.

to be continued

12 thoughts on “Abie & His GrandFather

  1. Danke dir lieber Freund das sind schöne Fotos und dazu die geschriebenen
    Gedichte das hat mir besonders gefreut ,über dein Land zu hören ,viele liebe Grüsse Klaus

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