Meeting "Inaq Jempol" at Sade
Under the cloudy sky, I was
sitting in a blue bus that headed to Sade
while reading a translated book about Russian literature that was pretty boring
in the first and in the middle chapters. The stranger that sat next to me was
occupied with his phone, talking loud in Indonesian.
Rain seemed hold its drops, cloudy sky still up above when I arrived at Sade. When I went out from the bus, there couple of things looked more different from the first time I went there, such as the gate and some houses. They look much better since the roof was renewed. Next to the main gate, some men with their square motive sarong were chatting in Sasak on a gazebo. They looked absorbed and they paused their chatting when they saw me and the others.
“Selamat Datang di Desa
Sade” said one of them in thick Sasak accent. I gave him a gentle smile and
walked on the path into the verdant wooden houses. In front of some houses, I
found many girls and women were selling sarong, various accessories and weaving
the yarn into a cloth. I even learned how to weave. One of the most interesting
things that catched my eyes was an old woman in Lambung. She was sitting while spinning a wooden tool and held some
cotton. Her wrinkle dark face implicitly told me that she has a bright spirit. She
was still productive in his 90th, keep spinning the cotton into the
yarns to survive. Her memory was not
really good. She answered some questions of mine in doubt. The thing that she
was sure most is her name. People called her “Inaq Jempol” which means “Madam
Tumb”………….mmmm Her name is fitted with her character. A few meaningful minutes that
I’ve spent with her have made me more encouraged to live my life alive.
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