Single Mothers in Yogya

Nov 5th, 2008, in IM Posts, Opinion, by

Clare recounts his daughter's experience of having a child out of wedlock in Yogyakarta.

Unmarried Motherhood in Yogya

‘You’re what!’

My wife closed my mobile and handed it back to me. I knew what she was going to say next. I had guessed about a week before and had mentioned my suspicions to my wife, but still the confirmation on the phone as we were driving downhill to Yogya had obviously come as a shock,

She is pregnant

said my wife. I laughed,

Oh goody

I replied.

Ha!

my wife brought her “you have no idea what this news portends” ‘Ha!’ into play,

You are English. This isn’t England. You don’t know what this will mean. The baby will be called names at school. There will be demonstrations outside our daughter’s house. We will be disgraced.

I said stoutly:

Rubbish

although I had to admit I had no idea whether my wife was right or wrong on all, or any, of these points,

I am going to be a Granddad and that is all that matters at the moment; that and looking after our daughter. And you will be Granny. How does that feel?

My wife was quiet for a long time and then started to giggle,

Won’t it be lovely to have a grandchild?

It will

I agreed, but even as I agreed I knew that single motherhood in Indonesia would not be the same as single motherhood in the only other country of which I have any experience of such a thing; Britain. Our daughter was in a potentially very awkward situation, socially, and religiously.

The family swung into gear as soon as the news was disseminated. I wish I could say that this swinging into gear was supportive but it was not. The prime concern was to hide a shameful event that would now bring discredit on all and sundry. My wife’s sister in Lampung on learning that our daughter was considering going there as soon as the bump began to show, to have the baby with the Sumatra based branch of our gracious kith and kin as her support group; panicked and rang to say how this plan would be so unsuitable as she, the sister, was a teacher and her reputation would be shot.

The youngest brother in Jakarta found a man in Bandung with two children, recently divorced, who was looking for a wife. This man had a business of his own and a house. What could be better? Just send the daughter to Bandung and she and the baby would be clear of all of us and the problem would be solved.

Our daughter was insisting that an abortion was the answer, so she was no better than all the rest in viewing her pregnancy as a problem and not an accidental blessing.

My wife and I forbade everyone from talking about our future grandchild as a problem. We withdrew to our house on the volcano to the north of Yogya and had a hard think about the situation. My wife still feared real unpleasantness in and around the neighbourhood of our daughter’s house in Yogya. I said I doubted her fears were well grounded but admitted a total lack of evidence for my confidence. We did not consider an abortion as being something we could condone on a number of fronts; not least that we would be inclined to abort anyone who suggested depriving us of a grandchild. We discussed this with the daughter who demurred in bad grace and from that moment on has blamed us for what she views as the whole debacle; her original mistake, all ensuing embarrassment and costs, and, by so doing plonked full responsibility for the baby and its future into our ageing hands and care. Not, obviously, the reactions and behaviour of a rational and controlled thirty-six year old adult, which was, and remains, depressing for both me and my wife.

As the bump developed the daughter withdrew from society into her house and into her bedroom and vegetated. Eventually she was so big and needing care that she agreed to join us here in our house outside town. I could not see why she should feel forced to leave her middle class environment in the city with her neighbours, all professors at UGM (Universitas Gajah Mada) and doctors and business folk of substantial standing. Surely, I said, such people would be aware that mistakes, bad decisions, passionate affairs with married men; these things happen and this is the twenty-first century. But the daughter was adamant; she must take her shame to the countryside and hide with us amongst the orang kampung of our nearby village.

I blamed Islam for the attitudes of the snobbish middle class who were, without saying a word, causing us to bend to their petty bigotry; but our daughter explained that it was nothing to do with Islam; to have an unmarried mother in the community would bring bad luck to forty houses in all directions from the house in which the sinner dwelt. I admit I laughed long and hard at that and ridiculed it for some time before I became aware that maybe this superstition is more potent than any po-faced morality based on a misunderstanding of Islam, or Christianity for that matter; both of which religions are, as far as I can see from their books of instruction, intended to protect and care for the mistaken and the vulnerable. Maybe, I realised, a lot of what we put down to the misogyny of an Islam we are misunderstanding is in reality old fashioned Javanese superstition.

The rural community of which we are a part may (in fact I am sure they do) have much to say to one another about my wife and I and our family and our failure in not bringing our daughter up to be a chaste and proper young lady. But this community has as many skeletons rattling in its cupboard as any other anywhere in the world. We have been to weddings recently and six months later gone to the selamatans for the birth and the naming of the first child from that marriage. We noticed that no-one has remarked on the size of the baby being remarkable for a maximum six months gestation. There are little waifs and strays all over the village that are being brought up by aunts and uncles and grannies and grandpas for all sorts of reasons. And our granddaughter is now another in this pattern.

The grandexpense is three and a half months old now and a joy to all of us blessed with her care; and in this that amounts to most of the village if they are given the chance. Our daughter has returned to her life in town and her neighbourhood where the official story is that she spent some months in Jakarta with her cousin who works there. I don’t believe anyone is daft enough to believe this and in any case the house-girl network will spill the beans; but in true Javanese fashion some form of protocol has been observed that satisfies the prigs and the prudes, and I have no doubt that they feel self-righteous and can enjoy themselves with the essential title-tattle of a small neighbourhood.

It would be interesting to hear from any single mothers, and fathers for that matter, of their experiences and how these differ from the experiences of people of their parents and grandparents generations; and if on this kind of social issue Indonesia is progressing at the same pace as it is, say, in banking, or technology, or democratic reforms. I have a suspicion that, as in the west, industrial, business, and political progress tends to forge ahead as the mores of society take a while adapting to the new environment. Or, is it possible, and perhaps preferable, that the new globalised productive and political world can get on with the business of modernising and growth without altering the standards and traditions of the society of the country? Indonesia, after all, does not have to swallow the whole Western Capitalist deal in one gulp; does it? Drink, drugs, promiscuity; are these all necessarily part of modernity?


98 Comments on “Single Mothers in Yogya”

  1. avatar fullmoonflower says:

    @kinch

    wow! how rude…… 😛

    sounds you are jealous because my man is luckier than you… 😆

  2. avatar ET says:

    I’m a Tax Manager…

    Alhamdullillah.

    fullmoonflower, you are the woman of my dreams. Dump your boyfriend and I will marry you instantly. Will you file my tax returns? Will I always get a refund?

    Back to topic.
    To all single mothers, especially those from munafik cultures, who kept their children and raised them: hats off and CHAPEAU.

  3. avatar Farah says:

    @ fmf
    well… i am not extravagant traveler for sure.. i am more to type of those bring huge back pack, use public transport and share hostel rooms with other traveler kind of girl.

    I went there to thailand just with a friend, never been there, not speak the language, had none/family there. Just spirit of traveling and meet new friends at the road.

    ..hehe love adventures..

    The room at hostel dirt cheap in thailand, my fave is phuket backpacker hostel, i think it cost me less than 300 THB per night. And the bathroom is clean too. Singapore i went to betel box backpacker, only cost me around 20 sing dollars, breakfast incld. I think i just stay less at hotel so i don’t really need lots of comfort there, just need for sleep and bath. Went all day most of the time…. but yeah.. something for free always a nice treat.. why not !

    ..yeah.. thats how i do it.. hehe.. i pay less on accommodation but once i went traveling i could go to 3 different countries with less than 5 million rups on my pocket (maybe some even could spent less).. with that money last time i could even bought my mom thai silk with length of 5 meters (at chiang mai) !

  4. avatar fullmoonflower says:

    @ ET

    Will I always get a refund?

    As long your documents are complete and relevant, you will get 100% tax refund…
    But if there is something wrong in your documents, usually I’ll make it at least minimum 90%… or max. 10% will be corrected.

    To all single mothers, especially those from munafik cultures, who kept their children and raised them: hats off and CHAPEAU.

    In Javanese-Islam culture, the people who HAVE TO raise the children are their mother’s parents and their mother. As in Islam rule, the children have no right to their father’s herritage, they only have right to their mother’s and their mother’s parents’.
    That’s why their mother’s parents will take over, until their mother get job or fixed income for them for living.

    It is such of a warning to all javanese-islam girls, because having a baby without a husband has big consequences. So, don’t do it if you think you are not strong and tough enough to take that consequences.

  5. avatar fullmoonflower says:

    oops, sorry…

    But if there is something wrong in your documents, usually I’ll make it at least minimum 90%… or max. 10% will be corrected.

    I mean at least 90% will be refundable (max. 10% will be corrected)

  6. avatar ET says:

    fullmoonflower

    As long your documents are complete and relevant, you will get 100% tax refund…

    Do I have to understand this as a YES to my proposal?

    fullmoonflower, my tax affairs will give you multiple orgasms. I promise.

  7. avatar fullmoonflower says:

    @ ET

    YES to your proposal as your Tax Consultant, not as your wife…. 😆

    I’m sorry, sweetie

  8. avatar ET says:

    Well, never mind. At least I tried.

    I think I’m gonna propose to my pembantu. Maybe this way I can cut on her salary too.

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