CURSE HEIRS BEGU BASKET
The Strange Tortor Dance

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Tagading or drum it in the tabuh again, and susana getting creepy.

"Sian pogu ni alaman on, marpangido ma tu pargocci nami."

(from the middle of this page, we plead to the musician)

Mangidao hami baen damang Jo gondang si clay-tone, asa mangaliat mesh marsomba tu oppung start to become a metabolone."

(play first the music of the wily, so that we dance the tortor while going around, to ask for a blessing to the Almighty God, so that this event runs smoothly).

'nauli amang' (good sir).

His tagging music player called out the Indigenous stakeholders, and the music was started with a horn of tagading or drum.

The sound of tagading or commonly called gondang, gong and sarune (a type of traditional wind instrument) is united.

Traditional music typical of Batak Toba which is still preserved to this day.

The music is singing and winding a little deafening, for Me who first heard the traditional Batak Toba music feels a bit foreign.

This music is different from the music used during the wedding ceremony today, musical instruments today are using modern musical instruments.

The music used in the Batak tradition now does not use serune and gong.

Like keyboards, drums and not to miss the huddle, there are even those who use guitars and trumpets and do not miss the hick.

The sound of today's music used for wedding customs and other customs is more modern and the sound of music invites to sway.

First of all the group of Indigenous people dancing tortor as I usually see at customary parties.

Where the hands are held together in parallel above the mouth, which is almost near the head and then the hands are moved up and down.

Then we who were in this circle followed Joan's dance.

Then a group of customary stakeholders surrounded the courtyard and according to my calculations, they surrounded the courtyard seven times.

Then Joan directed us to face out of the circle, and it turned out that a group of customary stakeholders were dancing around us.

This traditional Batak Toba music accompanies tortor dance, a dance that I have never seen.

The group of customary stakeholders surrounded us, not long after the oppung Doli Dison, the customary stakeholders, out of the group line.

Only members of the entourage surrounded us, while the customary danced the tortor alone.

Over time the tortor dance of the traditional stakeholders is somewhat different, looks like playing silat.

Then like a possessed person and the dance is increasingly becoming, like a possessed person and other residents look ordinary.

While we who are in the circle are still manortors.

ah... ah........

"Aris....."

Aris groaned and when I called her and wanted to help her, but Joan would not allow me.

Joan asked me to keep dancing, while Aris had fainted.

Joan forbade us to look and hold Aris, and we were told to keep dancing tortor.

Bu Rida who saw it could only cry when Aris had already fallen unconscious.

Not long after, it was now Iren's turn to faint without groaning.

Again Joan forbade me to help Aris and Iren who had been lying on the ground, Miss Rida could only cry to see her two children fall unconscious.

It seems that Mr. Didit did not realize it, just focus on dancing tortor with the traditional music of the Toba Batak.

Feeling strange, because Joan did not forbid the actions of Tarni. while Mr. Didit still continues to dance.

Even the dance of Pak Didit has been like the traditional stakeholder dance, which is the oppung Doli Dison which we call King Huta.

The dance became more and more so, and when I wanted to help Aris or Iren and Joan kept it banned and asked me to remain a manortor (dancing tortor).

Mr. Didit and the customary stakeholders faced each other while dancing the tortor, and most strangely when they danced the tortor and it was in the state of their eyes closed.

Maybe for Indigenous stakeholders it is common, then what about Mr Didit?

Mr. Didit never knew about the Batak tribe and all its culture, but Mr. Didit seemed to have aged when dancing the tortor.

The dance is getting weird for a long time, and even more strangely Mr. Didit is still in the circle along with Ku who is still dancing tortor.

Then the traditional stakeholders or Oppung Doli Dison, finally returned to the ranks as the leader of the dance.

brocade.....

Didit finally collapsed and fell, and Joan again forbade me to help her and told me to remain a manortor.

Mr. Sarma raised his hand and the cackle stopped ringing.

Then Joan drew My hand, telling me to stop dancing.

Indigenous stakeholders walked towards us and did not enter the circle, then the wife of the customary stakeholder came to bring the cup.

The cup is given to the indigenous stakeholders, then take pandan leaves that have been bound.

"Asi ni roha ni oppung began to become a nabolon, marikkop tondi marhite-hite cyan holang ni roha nasida maradappon hami na luat on."

(bless the grace of Almighty God to the poor soul through His love for us who are here).

While splashing water from the cup around the circle, maybe it is a mantra spoken by the customary stakeholders.

the cros....creas.....

The voice of the right leg of the customary stakeholder, who makes a gap between the circles for himself to enter into this circle.

Then the customary stakeholders approached Didit sir, and asked Ku to hold his head.

Likewise with Joan who immediately holds the head of Aris and Iren, while Miss Rida has been on the bench by Tarni.

"holloppit ma hand Ku, nala marsomba ma ahu tu oppung."

(my hands fold and prostrate to you, grandfather).

Say customary stakeholders and sit cross-legged, then clench their hands like people prostrating before Didit sir.

"paili ma hami oppung, face to face hami. asi roham, dulo ma jo pinoppar mon."

(look at us grandfathers, and look at our faces.Give your love, visit your descendants).

That is the speech of customary stakeholders who are still in prostration.

Blah...blah.......

Next the sentence that I heard, was similar to a spell in a horror movie scene.

The sound is getting louder which is accompanied by music.

The longer the stronger the sound accompanied by batak gondang music.

All of a sudden our area was filled with thick fog, and I could not see the customary stakeholders and other citizens because of the thick white fog.

It seems like only I am in this place by holding me Didit sir, but the sound of the craziness is getting slower and slower.

Finally the sound of the hut disappeared, and the fog grew thicker and the atmosphere grew colder and more tense.