Tenaga Dalam - Pukulan Cimande Pusaka
Tenaga Dalam - Pukulan Cimande Pusaka
Tenaga Dalam - Pukulan Cimande Pusaka
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Story 1<br />
The Keris <strong>Pusaka</strong><br />
Uncle Frans is a nice Indonesian guy and<br />
usually well dressed. His behavior is very quiet<br />
like with most people from his generation, he’s<br />
very kind and helpful. This was not always the<br />
case. In his youth he was a bit wild. He earned a<br />
lot of money in the restaurant were he started as a<br />
young helper and became a famous chef. It didn’t<br />
take long before Uncle Frans got an offer to start<br />
a restaurant in Amersfoort, Holland together with<br />
his nephew, as equal shareholders. Before he<br />
went to Holland an Uncle gave him an old<br />
<strong>Pusaka</strong> Keris. He was told exactly how to take<br />
care of it. Grateful Uncle Frans took the <strong>Pusaka</strong>.<br />
The restaurant was a big success. Uncle Frans<br />
married a Dutch wife and got a daughter and a<br />
son. Many years later he went back to Indonesia<br />
to visit his family. In the house of his Uncle Boetje<br />
he saw “his” old <strong>Pusaka</strong> Keris. “Did you have<br />
two identical ones?” Uncle Frans asked<br />
surprised. “No, but since you never bothered to<br />
treat this Keris well, it came back to me,” his<br />
Uncle said. At that moment Uncle Frans<br />
remembered that years ago in Holland there were<br />
months of strange nightly sounds, as if someone<br />
was in the corridor. But there was never someone<br />
to be seen. The lamplight’s swung from the<br />
ceiling, without a breeze. It gave Uncle Frans<br />
sleepless nights. The unexplainable sounds gave<br />
him goose pimples and he lost pounds from sheer<br />
fear. Never did he find out what caused them.<br />
After a year the noises stopped. Uncle Frans got<br />
his rest and gained weight again. After he told all<br />
this to his Uncle Boetje, he could explain what<br />
had happened. Uncle Frans was very hard<br />
spoken to: “A Keris <strong>Pusaka</strong> is not an ordinary<br />
dagger. Generations of family honor and respect<br />
for the ancestors and the keeping of our century<br />
old traditions are personified in this Keris. A<br />
Keris <strong>Pusaka</strong> lives! An unrespectable treatment<br />
of such a Keris is absolutely intolerable. Because<br />
you treated our <strong>Pusaka</strong> so badly, the Keris came<br />
back to me. Because here he gets treated well,<br />
the way it should be.” Uncle Frans dared to ask,<br />
“How can this Keris get to Indonesia by himself?”<br />
A bit angry his Uncle said, “My God, Frans, I just<br />
gave you the explanation, what do you want<br />
more? Two follows one! You’re not stupid are<br />
you?”<br />
Back in Holland Uncle Frans went to the<br />
box, which held the Keris when he got it from his<br />
Uncle Boetje. It was at precisely the same place<br />
were he left it. And the red ribbon still was wound<br />
around it the way he had left it. Uncle Frans had<br />
never taken time for the Keris. He opened the<br />
box. The red velvet cloth was still in it, but the<br />
Keris was gone. Nowadays Uncle Frans lives<br />
from his pension. That he didn’t take care of the<br />
Keris then, he still regrets it. Years ago he bought<br />
a Keris at a market, which he takes care for and<br />
treats according to tradition. “I will try to bring<br />
‘the spirit’ of the <strong>Pusaka</strong> in this Keris, for my<br />
son. And maybe, if my son takes over the<br />
tradition, maybe then Uncle Boetje will give ‘our’<br />
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