Stumble Into Indonesia's Unseen Places
Submitted by viravira on 12 August 2013 • Blog
This year, both Vira and I weren’t in the big durian, Jakarta, for the end of Ramadhan. We celebrated back in our hometowns and officially did the ‘mudik’ tradition. Vira left for Lampung and I headed home to Bandung. For this Eid ul fitr, we thought we’d compare and share what we experienced as we usually exchange stories once we come back to Jakarta. So, here are our few notes about this year’s Eid ul Fitr (or popular as ‘Lebaran’ in Indonesia) tradition.
Mumun: Buras, Baby!
This year I’ve come to learn that having the ‘ketupat’ for Eid Ul Fitr started as a Javanese tradition. That figures! I’ve never had ‘ketupat’ as a ‘must have’ on this merry day. My Eid ul Fitr, as any special occasions for our Bugis ethnicity, has been about Buras. So it really doesn’t matter what the source of protein was, the carbs would be Buras.
Vira: Ketupat Padang!
I grew up knowing that on Lebaran holidays you eat ‘ketupat’ with ‘gulai’ or a dish that you might identify much like curry. Only last year did I find out that it’s not a national thing in Indonesia. The Javanese and others have different dishes to go with ketupat. I’ve been having ketupat dish the padangnese style all along, complete with the chicken, jackfruit, and red-colored crackers. The boiled egg was missing this year, but the more important thing is that ‘rendang’ was present on the plate!
Mumun: Black Kebaya
I’m no fan of new clothes on Eid ul Fitr (but I’m a big fan of shopping my 13th pay that most Indonesian employees get during this event). However, my mother is a big fan of fresh fabric the day we pray and visit our relatives. That’s also very Bugis. So on her shopping spree, she ordered a black kebaya, which I stated I needed not long before that. So, this year, I have new frock for Eid ul Fitr… with sequins (also very Bugis -__-).
Vira: Anything simple with a bit of Lebaran touch
My family has been quite casual when it comes to clothes for Lebaran. Most moslems here would wear something Arabic or very Moslem type of clothes, even though they wear shorts and tank tops on other days. I’m fine with just something with longer sleeves and longer pants that would be polite enough for the occasion. But this year I prepared a bit more ‘Lebaran’ type of blouse, just in case I needed to be in my husband’s family’s gathering…which didn’t happen ‘cos they had the gathering while we were away at my parents’ house in a different island..LOL.
Mumun: at Gasibu field, Bandung
The praying ritual was no different than years past. I had it at the Gasibu field, Bandung. It has become some kind of ritual for my family to drive further for the prayer, since my mother heard that it’s kinda a good thing to go the distance for this event. What’s even better, I got to see what’s in and out of the muslim fashion. Animal print is till in and surely there’s a purple cheetah somewhere. Rawwrr!!
Vira: at the BRIMOB field, Bandar Lampung
On the contrary to Mumun’s family, mine has been doing the Eidul Fitri pray at the closest location from home as possible. The elite police force (known as Brimob) house compound and field are located exactly behind my parents’ house in Bandar Lampung, Lampung. So that’s where we’d go for the special pray. I didn’t go for the pray this year, so I had Diyan take the picture of the field for me.
Mumun: the rare pleasant traffic
We use the term ‘mudik’ for traveling activities back to our hometown, especially on Eidul Fitri. Cars would have extra goods on the roof of their cars and most of the vehicles on the road are busses, APV, and trucks with people in the back. As for my hometown, well, for a few days it was as the old days: pleasant with not as much cars and motorcycles. Ahh… the best times!
Vira: traveling with a Power Ranger
The highlight of my ‘mudik’ this year was that my little 5 y.o. nephew and 2 y.o. niece were in this trip, too. We (my sister and I as the trip arrangers) prepared the tidbits to make things comfortable for the kids, which would give us sanity, like checking in early to get good seats on the plane and packing colorful markers for drawing. Turns out, we the grown-ups were probably the ones more entertained by their adorable behaviors. Only a few hours since we’re back to each of our houses, I miss Mikala’s sweet voice and Mazel’s make-believe as a Power Ranger already 🙁
And thus we have past another Ramadhan month. This year, it was a pretty tough one. Turns out, I snack more than I thought, and giving it up has been tougher than usual. So it was a triumphant detoxification month for me. However, we will miss this month of fasting, food, and feasts. We hope to see it again, and you, next year.
Have you had any Eid Ul Fitr experiences? Tell us how it was 🙂