The Blowpiper
Once upon a time, lived a young skilful man in Bangka Island. He was expert at using blowpipe, especially for hunting. He had never missed even a single shot, always pointing to the target, and catching to the prey directly. It was no wonder, then,the whole called him as a blowpiper. Besides, he also could cure the sick, blending various proper plants for those who need medicines. Such skills are inherited and passed down by his beloved father.
One day, the head village Pak Raja came to the house of the blowpiper, asking to him to chase away the fold of wild boars that entered and ruined his growing paddies. Pak Raje told the blowpiper that his father once owed him amount of money, the blowpiper took the job, though he would not be paid after completing the job.
In the next day, the blowpiper prepared his tools, brought some food, and went to the Pak Raje’s field. Arraving at the location, the blowpiper spread his mat on which he put a box for burning incense, praying to the Deities, and the Menternau (God of Boar). It was his usual ritual before commencing his hunt for the boar. In his prayer, the blowpiper asked the Menternau to stop the boars coming to the field, otherwise hi would kill the boars. Afterwards, the blowpiper watched the field and did some patrols to every sides. He did this until mid night. Three days passed, he still not found any suspicious movements of attacks from the boars. Though such save situation, the blowpiper kept monitoring the field, making sure him-self that the boars would not ruined the field. He was known for his responsibility.
Entering the seventh day of his work, the blowpiper noticed a suspicious movement from the far distance. He walked to the source of voice where he saw a fold of bier trying to enter to the field of Pak Raje. Those boars jumped the rocky fences made by Pak Raje. Seeing that, the blowpiper rushed to hide behind a big tree with a blowpipe in his hand. He noticed the boars, waiting the right time to blowpipe them. When the fold of boars runied the paddies, the young man pointed his blowpipe toward one of the boars that was closest to him. Slowly, he blowpiped a boar, catching a left side of the boar. Soon after that, the fold of boars run outside the field and disappeared from the young man’s view. He has wondered by what just happened.
“Hmmmm... I have blowpiped one of them, it must hurt it.” said the blowpiper curiously.
“Why they still can run ?” asked the young man to himself.
When the day dawned, the young man went along the blood of the boar he shoot last night. The blood pointed to the middle of jungle. He kept following the sprinkling of the blood until it ended in front of a big cave covered with dense bushes. Slowly, the young man entered the cave, checking what would be inside. Full of surprise, the young man found a beautiful bloody lady laid on a soft bed, surrounded by some other good looking ladies. One of them was an old lady, the mother of the fainted woman.
“Hey young man! Who are you ?” asked the old lady astoundingly.
“I am the blowpiper,” answered the young man friendly.
“What’ve brought you here young man?” asked the mother, wondering to the young man’s answered.
“I am looking for my lost needle. It was stuck to a wild boar,” explained the young man to the old lady, trying to convince about the reason for coming to the cave.
“The stuff you are looking for is on my daughter?” asked the young man in full of surprise.
“You know my young man.... The boar that you blowpiped last night is in fact my daughter’s manifestation,” explained the old women sadly.
The old woman’s explanation surprised the blowpiper.
“So... All of you are the boars that i saw last night?” asked the young man.
“What you have said is right young man,” answered the old woman softly.
“I didn’t mean to... I am so sorry to hear that. I would not do that if i knew that the boars were you,” apologized the young woman.
“Never mind,” said the old woman. “Forget all about that. The most important thing right now is how to release the needle from my daughter’s body,” added the old woman sadly.
“Yes, i’ll try to take the needle, stop the bleeding and cure your daughter immediately. But... I need your help. Can you find for me some leaves of keremunting and pound it until soft,” explained the blowpiper politely.
In a few moment, the old woman ordered the ladies to search for the leaves asked by tghe blowpiper.
“These are the leaves that you have asked,” said the old woman to the blowpiper, handing over the leaves of keremunting.
The blowpiper prepared everything for the medicine. He took some stuff from his pocket, and started compounding the leaves wiht other plants. Then, he came closer to the beautiful lady, uncovered the blanket, found the needle in her body. Saying some praying and mantras, the young man took the needle slowly, remived it from tye body. Then, he covered the wounded skin with his medicine made of keremuning leaves to stop the bleeding.
In a short time, the wound of beautiful woman recovered, leaving no traces.
“Now, she has recovered. Let me go home now. Later may be we can meet again,” said the young man politely.
“Yes my young man... I have something to you, as my expressionn to thank you. You have done the best for my lovely daughter. This ancasement contains turmeric, nyatoh fruit, leaves of simpur, and jering fruit. All of this is for you. But, don’t open it until youre in home. Remember that my young man, said the old woman while giving the encasement.
“Yes, i’ll remember that,” said the young man convincingly, leaving the cave.
Arriving at his home, the blowpiper quickly opened the encasement. What a surprise, the young man found anything else, other than what the old woman described. The encasement contained some jewelries like gold, diamonds, and other precious stones.
“Wow..... What a precious stuff!” expressed the young man.
“I’ll be a very rich man in this region,” murmured thye young man happily.
In the next tomorrow morning, the blowpiper sold all his precious stuff to a rich merchant in his village. He used all the money he got from the selling to purchase a field, garden, house, and paid all debt his father had owed to Pak Reje.
Since then, the whole people in the region knew that news, that the blowpiper became a very rich man. This news was also heard by Pak Reje. He intended to be like the blowpiper.
One day, Pak Reje borrowed the blowpipe from the young man to hunt a boar in his own field. On the way, he met with a boar, then shoot it withthe blowpipe. Like the young man , Pak Reje followed the blood left by the bloody boar until he entered the cave. It was like what happened with the young man. Pak Reje was asked to cure the bleeding woman, but he could do that as he had no skill at medicine like the young man. As he could not do that, tens of boards attacked him, making him bleeding and seriously wounded. He attempted to find the way to home. Walking lamently, he finally could arrive at his home and felt fainted as he could not bear the paint.
The oldest daughter of Pak Reje informed what happened to her father to the blowpiper. Hearing the bad news, the young man rushed walking to Pak Reje’s house to help him. With seven leaves of different trees, the young man tried to compound a special medicine and stop the bleeding of Pak Reje. He burnt an incase, mentioned the whole body of Pak Reje like his hand, body, and foot. When the incense smoked, he mentioned the name of Pak Reje. Suddenly, Pak Reje could move his body, hand, and foot. The young man wipe Pak Reje’s face with his hand. Finally, Pak Reje could make it and recovered from the serious injury he had.
After thinking about what he had been trough, Pak Reje realized the bad intention that he thought. He was forced by the greedy to be a richer than before.
“Thank you young man. You have cured my wound. I am so sorry to force you to take care my field. To reedem my fault, would you marry my youngest daughter. After that, i’ll appoint you to be the next head village. Would you accept my offering?” asked Pak Raje to the blowpiper.
“Pak Reje, thank you for the offering. I would like to accept that. It’s my pleasure to be your son in law,” answered the young man happily.
“Well then we should inform this happy news to the people in this region. I’ll tell my staff to bring the news to the people,” said Pak Reje.
A week after that, the marriage between the blowpiper and the daughter of Pak Reje was held lavishly. Many art performances were played to enliven the day. Pak Reje, his family, and all people were happy with the marriage. The blowpiper was a very polite and kind person, and the daughter of Pak Reje was a beautiful woman. At the end of ceremony, Pak Reje installed the blowpiper as the next head village, replacing him who had become older. The newly wed live happily ever after, and the people lived in prosperous, harmony and justice under the rule of the new head village, the blowpiper.
Structure
1. Orientation color of purple
2. Compilcation color of black
3. Resolution color of blue
The story from Bangka Belitung
The story about Folklore
The ending are “Pak Reje know that action to the blowpiper it’s bad (not good), so Pak Reje apologize to the blowpiper. And than the blowpiper as husband from the Pak Reje’s daughter”
The lesson of story are, a lot of lesson in the story:
l We must help the other people, without see “who is he/she?” not see different of shapped.
l Don’t lie for the other people, because that someone don’t know what happend
l Want admit if wrong
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