One Maghrib prayer before Isha (Islamic prayer), the author was walking along Jalan Karees. He encountered a group of young men and women who were studying the Quran. The women were beautiful. He was intrigued.
He immediately told Kang Djodjoh about this encounter.
The next day, we both switched our Quran study from Al-Fatwa to At-Tawakal. He was drawn to the most beautiful girl, whom he later learned was Rosita, the girl's sister.
Her beauty was unique, a beauty only found in Bollywood films.
While the girl was reciting the Quran, he approached her, indicating his attraction to her.
This scene was accompanied by a song called "Love for Bath Soap." Love Bath Soap
Singer Jaja Miharja
song lyrics
Oh nyai, listen
My love is sincere and pure to you
If glass can break, wood can also break
But my love for you, nyai, will never change
Until I grow old, my love will not perish
My love for Nyai is not like bath soap
The more you use it, the less fragrant it becomes
Believe me, my love is pure, nyai
I sold clothes, pants, it was all for nyai
I work as a coolie for nyai
Although Madonna is beautiful
Marilyn Monroe is also beautiful
But to me it's more beautiful, nyai
I am willing to sacrifice my wealth for the sake of nyai
I am willing to sacrifice my life for nyai
My love for Nyai is not like bath soap
The more you use it, the less fragrant it becomes
Believe me, my love is pure, nyai
Ouch, how is it nyai, uncle tea's business?
I've already exhausted everything.
Just so you know, Nyai, before it was all gone.
I sold the wardrobe for Nyai.
Answer me, Nyai.
I sold my clothes and pants, all for Nyai.
I worked as a laborer for Nyai.
Even though Madonna is beautiful, Marilyn Monroe is also beautiful.
But to me, Nyai is more beautiful.
I'm willing to sacrifice my wealth for Nyai.
I'm willing to sacrifice my life for Nyai.
If glass can break, wood can also break.
But my love for Nyai will never change.
Even when I grow old, my love will never fade.
A few days later, Dedi Hideung confessed that Nyai was his girlfriend.
Enggih also wanted to talk to me. We walked along Jalan Karees to Jalan Sapuran, but Enggih remained silent. I suspected that this was Nyai's problem.
Nyai isn't something that can be easily handed over. It's up to Nyai. Nevertheless, I relented.
With a heavy heart, the author gave in to the two men, Enggih and Dedi Hideung, in the fight for the Nyai's affection.
The author decided to fall in love with someone a level below him in both appearance and age. Her name was Yeti Nur Aryati. Her nickname was Aryati.
We all had couples. Atang Ewer fell in love with Aryati's older sister, Noneng.
They bought him fruit every week.
Another couple was Adang Anah. They were the youngest but most romantic.
Meanwhile, Kang Djodjoh often accompanied Rina when her parents were out of the house.
When we returned home in groups, we were split into two groups: the young men and the young women.
Only Adang Anah walked in step with Anah.
The other was Si Nyai, who walked alongside her bodyguard, Aceng.
Once, we were performing on Radio Diana's "Tagonian" program.
On the way, Dedi Hideung handed Si Nyai a package of fried snacks.
Jealousy welled up in my heart, so I refused.
Dedi Hideung insisted. Reluctantly, I immediately gave the fried snacks to Si Nyai.
Si Nyai vehemently refused.
I didn't give up. I gave the fried snacks to Aceng, who in turn gave them to Si Nyai.
Si Nyai yelled at Aceng not to accept the fried snacks.
I had no choice but to return the fried snacks to Dedi Hideung, who accepted them with disappointment.
This could be interpreted as Si Nyai flatly rejecting Dedi Hideung.
One afternoon, a young man came to us and wanted to meet Si Nyai. I agreed, provided he could defeat one of us in a one-on-one duel.
The young man agreed. One by one, we were stared at for a moment. The young man carefully chose someone to be his opponent in the upcoming duel. The young man chose Acun.
Acun was Chinese. Acun looked weak, but he was a boxing expert. So, the young man had made the wrong choice.
The final outcome was predictable: the young man would fall flat on his face. The author's prediction proved true. The young man fell flat on his face relatively quickly, with a lump on his forehead.
"That's why I'm here," the author said. "So, I'm coming here."
The young man agreed with a weary expression.
One morning, the author went to school. Aceng was standing in the yard.
"Kang Udjang, I greet you, Nyai," Aceng said.
The author was stunned. He hadn't expected it at all.
The author should have been happy to receive a greeting from the most beautiful girl. But the author remembered Aryati, who was no less beautiful. The author had already approached her.
So, the author neither agreed nor refused.
Without a word, the author left Aceng, who was stunned.
Every time we performed at an event, we often rented a set of Tagonian instruments from Mr. Djohari, a Kosambi resident. The author thought it would be nice to have one of our own.
The author contacted the Karees children. They were willing to contribute.
In short, a large sum of money accumulated. The author estimated it would be enough to buy a set of Tagonian instruments. Since the author didn't know where to buy them, he entrusted the money to Mr. Sholeh, our Quran teacher, to buy a set of Tagonian instruments.
The instruments hadn't arrived for a month. Two months later, and even three months later, they hadn't arrived.
The children began to question their whereabouts. The author replied that the money had been entrusted to Mr. Sholeh.
What was surprising was that Mr. Sholeh's wife, a lotek seller, was now wearing a set of gold jewelry: a necklace, bracelet, and ring.
We suspected the money was used to buy the set.
Finally, we agreed to take the money back. But how? Finally we decided to act. Pretend to fight.
On the appointed day the author returned home from the mosque. By Dedi Ochol The writer was hit hard. The writer is in pain. The author responded by hitting Dedi as hard as possible. So what was originally pretending was a real fight. The writer was attacked by Dedi Ochol and Udin Bako.
The girls screamed. Mr. Sholeh came hurriedly. Mr. Sholeh put his guard up to protect the writer. Dedi Ochol and Udin Bako left there.
"Aya naon Djang?" asked Mr Sholeh.
"Maranehna naroskeun artos anu bade was given a set of Tagonian tools. My servant diwartoskeu artosna was entrusted to my father. But Maranehna henteu percanten. Abdi insisted. Marnehna insisted. Janten we struggled."