The Murmuring Voice of the Heart (Part 1)

Like good repaid with ill, I am a princess named Tingit, characterized by long, straight hair, neat as a palm fiber broom and black as ink, crowned with an Omh cake adorned with gems and a crown, placed on the left side of my head, weighing thousands of tons and shaped like a Quail's egg. My eyes are narrow, and sometimes baggy like a Kangaroo's pouch—an animal that likes to jump into the Palace at will and always causes a commotion with its 'Thump, thump' sound, the sound of a Kangaroo's footsteps when touching the ground, a sound resembling heavy objects, such as jewelry falling to the ground at the same time it exits the Kangaroo's pouch. Wherever I step, I invariably leave a five-toed footprint. Beneath my hair, Tingit has a forehead with a hole like a snail's shell, a pointed nose like a guava fruit, chubby and soft cheeks like bread, and pointed ears shaped like cypress leaves. I also have clear, gem-like, gray eyeballs; these thin, sexy lips further enhance my beautiful face. My beauty is further accentuated by a pointed nose with three nostrils, accompanied by a thick mustache beneath it. Below the mustache, Tingit has a chin cleft in the middle, shaped like a curly chili pepper, and it blushes when exposed to sunlight or fire, though its distinguishing feature is its white color. My round face is always adorned with beach sand, mixed with liquefied brick fragments, colorful clay, and lipstick made from garden-picked flowers, taken in any quantity or color desired—a face I intentionally make pale like a corpse and haphazardly made up. When I walk, my body is erect, and I drag my feet, with hands adorned with sea-blue jade rings, each having a hole in the center to tuck in a handkerchief depicting a peacock as colorful as a rainbow. Tingit resides in a Palace with a golden roof, beneath which lies a layer of silver. The Palace is decorated with Marble wood for its sturdy pillars, a wood that only grows in the Palace garden and is renowned in other Kingdoms. Its lamps are made of dung-brown Ruby Crystal, with a single-grain staircase leading to the rooms available there, and surrounded by towering, solid walls made of pebbles and glued together with rice softened into porridge. edited by Dimas Prasetyo Muharam on February 10, 2014 at 12:58 pm