ARAK-ARAK

When I was a kid the same age elementary school children, my grandmother sometimes tell a fairy tale. The story I remember until today. I do not know if the story is real or not. To date I have not find the source of the story, where it originated and whether the story comes from a certain area. I thought maybe my grandmother used to fabricate the origin without reading sources.The story is not Kancil or the prophets. The story about the Arak-arak. Arak-arak is not a festival or parade. The procession of the wine refers to the sound of children from a distance.In the old days there was a mother with many children. She took care of her children too tired. He takes care of himself, until at one point she decided to earn a living outside the city. The mother made a huge hole and sent her children entered in the hole. He was forced to leave her still small. His children crying remove her departure.The cries of children's grandmother said I heard in the distance. "Arak ... wine ... wine ... wine." I do not ask why his voice had not Oeeekkk Oeeekkk, Huhuhuhuhuhu, Sob Sob Sob or Huaaaaa Huaaaaaa. I received raw grandmother's story. The story is powerful enough to persuade me to go to bed. Definitely if I do not sleep grandmother would say. "Come to bed ... there was Arak-arak ... there was arak-arak." Impressed scary.The story stop there. My grandmother did not tell how the father of these children. Does died or went away and never returned home like a bang Thoyib. Until my grandmother died was an adult and I have not had time to ask where the story originated.Until today, I sometimes still curious. Is there still a procession of wine in the 2016's? In the late evening I sometimes observe voices from a distance. There was the sound of a procession of wine but I'm sure it sounds textile machinery factory in the area behind my village. Hahahaha no-nonsense grandmother. hopefully my grandmother was given breadth in his grave
. Aamiin.
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