Nusantara: Para Pemancing pun berdatagan adu nasib di Pangandaran
Siang hari Kampung Bojong Salawe tetap tenang seperti biasa. Warga aslinya tidak ribut pegang joran. Mereka lebih setia pada jaring ikan—dipasang pelan, ditunggu sabar, hasilnya lebih pasti.
Yang hobi mancing sampai larut malam justru orang kampung sebelah. Datang sore, pulangnya kadang lupa pulang.
Di tepi sungai, warga Bojong Salawe cuma lewat sambil senyum-senyum kecil.
“Eta deui nu ti kampung ditu, mancing deui nepi ka peuting.”
(Itu lagi orang dari kampung sebelah, mancing lagi sampai malam.)
“Heueuh, ari urang mah geus beres ku jaring.”
(Iya, kalau kita mah sudah beres pakai jaring.)
Para pemancing tamu ini biasanya berangkat dengan penuh harapan. Tapi urusan pulang, itu tergantung nasib—dan istri di rumah.
Kalau malam itu ikannya banyak, suasana rumah mereka langsung cerah.
“Bu, tingali! Ikan loba pisan peuting ieu.”
(Bu, lihat! Ikan banyak sekali malam ini.)
“Alhamdulillah atuh. Pantes balikna peuting.”
(Alhamdulillah. Pantas pulangnya malam.)
Wajan langsung panas, omelan batal, dan sang suami merasa jadi pahlawan sungai dadakan.
Tapi kalau pulangnya kosong, ceritanya beda.
“Balik peuting, ikanna mana?”
(Pulang malam, ikannya mana?)
“Teu rejeki, Bu. Ikanna siga apal raray abdi.”
(Tidak rezeki, Bu. Ikannya seperti kenal wajah saya.)
“Nu apal mah kuring. Apal anjeun balik teu mawa nanaon.”
(Yang kenal itu saya. Kenal kalau kamu pulang tidak bawa apa-apa.)
Sementara itu, warga Bojong Salawe sudah santai di rumah, hasil jaring disimpan rapi.
“Urang mah teu kudu peuting-peuting. Jaring digelar, subuh diangkat.”
(Kalau kita tidak perlu sampai malam. Jaring dipasang, subuh diangkat.)
Begitulah kehidupan di Kampung Bojong Salawe.
Yang mancing sampai larut justru orang luar.
Yang tenang dan konsisten justru warga sini.
Sungai tetap mengalir, ikan tetap berenang,
dan para pemancing dari kampung lain…
besok sore, datang lagi dengan harapan yang sama.
TIM
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Nusantara: Fishermen Come to Pangandaran to Test Their Luck
During the day, Kampung Bojong Salawe remains calm and unbothered, just like always.
The locals are not obsessed with holding fishing rods. They are loyal to fishing nets—laid out carefully, waited on patiently, with far more predictable results.
Ironically, the ones who love fishing until late at night are people from neighboring villages. They arrive in the afternoon and sometimes forget how to go home.
Along the riverbank, Bojong Salawe residents simply pass by with quiet smiles.
“Eta deui nu ti kampung ditu, mancing deui nepi ka peuting.”
(There they go again, people from the other village, fishing until night.)
“Heueuh, ari urang mah geus beres ku jaring.”
(Yep. As for us, we’re already done using nets.)
These visiting fishermen usually leave home full of hope.
But whether they return happily or nervously depends on fate—and on the wife waiting at home.
When the fish are plenty, the mood at home instantly brightens.
“Bu, tingali! Ikan loba pisan peuting ieu.”
(Honey, look! So many fish tonight!)
“Alhamdulillah atuh. Pantes balikna peuting.”
(Alhamdulillah. No wonder you came home late.)
The frying pan heats up immediately, complaints are canceled, and the husband suddenly feels like a legendary river hero.
But when he comes home empty-handed, it’s a very different story.
“Balik peuting, ikanna mana?”
(You came home late—where’s the fish?)
“Teu rejeki, Bu. Ikanna siga apal raray abdi.”
(No luck, dear. The fish seem to recognize my face.)
“Nu apal mah kuring. Apal anjeun balik teu mawa nanaon.”
(I’m the one who recognizes things—especially when you come home with nothing.)
Meanwhile, Bojong Salawe locals are already relaxed at home, their netted catch stored neatly.
“Urang mah teu kudu peuting-peuting. Jaring digelar, subuh diangkat.”
(We don’t need to stay out late. Set the net, lift it at dawn.)
That’s life in Kampung Bojong Salawe.
Those fishing until late into the night are the outsiders.
Those who stay calm and consistent are the locals.
The river keeps flowing.
The fish keep swimming.
And the fishermen from other villages…
Tomorrow afternoon, they’ll come back again—
with the same hope as always.
THE TEAM
