indonesian farmer's story
gurem farmer
I'm just a golem farmer's son. Born far away from the city civilization. A small village called Kalituri. This is where I was born. Amidst the hustle and bustle of farmers struggling for prosperity. Tobacco leaves, rice grains, corn seeds become the driving wheel of the community's economy. But some time ago, news of restrictions on tobacco production was heard. This news really cuts down on society. You see, of the many plants that are cultivated, it is able to give more breath than other plants. By shooting, people can survive longer. Although the agricultural land in our camp is not so big, but it is the only hope of the community.
I don't want to discuss an issue that happened the other day. The issue of tobacco. I want to look back. Remembering my childhood. Recall those days of playing with mud and that plant. Ten years ago or so I was a kid. I'm still sitting on the SD bench. I don't know about farming. Even though my father was a farmer. Even though my grandfather and the rest of my extended family were farmers. But overtime as time went by I started to jump. I'm starting to get down. I started to feel like a farmer.
At first I was just helping my parents. I was just stepping on SD. Not to help, but rather to interfere with the work of parents. But times change, days change, weeks, months and years change. I really do go as a farmer. When I sat in Junior High I began to help more intensively the work of parents. As a gurum farmer. Regardless of school activities in the afternoon or holidays I usually spend to help parents. When the season arrives. I helped David (harvesting the seeds of rice that had been planted to be bred). I also planted seeds. When the rice began to grow I helped weed or the villagers called it maton. When the harvest season arrives I join derep (harvest rice).
Continuing to age, I ventured to try to field completely for farming. I'm spending more time in High School to take care of the fields. I was in second grade High School. During the tobacco season I intend to try to learn to grow tobacco from small to harvest. Even though the land I was trying to cultivate was not that big. About 25 RU. With the help of my parents and the input of various people near me, I helped me a lot in tobacco farming. I feel like a real farmer. I feel so good about farming. When morning dawned with the sun flapping its light I was in that little field. Accompanied by a hoe, sickle, and some other farming tools I spent my teenage years. I found that pleasure. I found the district when I ate. When the sweat started pouring down my body. When the sunlight hit my face. There is the pleasure of rice with a vegetable sauce and a side dish. When the day was burning, on a warm afternoon I felt the wind of heaven beating on me. I felt the peace of a farmer. I feel it. Maybe this is what makes farmers feel at home to live their life routines. Regardless of his income and needs. There is an invaluable satisfaction.
If only they were my brothers the peasants who always lived out the people of the country more prosperous life. Then it is the peak of satisfaction from a farmer's life journey. That is the height of everything in their lives. Although now they are still struggling with various obstacles starting from the high price of fertilizer, the low price of crops, the lack of government role does not make them broken charcoal. May they be my brothers and sisters all survive to be farmers and may well-being soon come as the culmination of the pleasures of life as farmers.
One day in a very cool and beautiful village lived a couple named Pak Maman and Bu Ida. Every morning Mr. Maman and Ms. Ida garden in her backyard. Incidentally last week Pak Maman and Bu Ida had just harvested produce from his garden and the plan was to be planted again this morning.
“Pak for this time we will plant what in this garden?” Ask Mr. Ida to Mr. Maman.
“What if we plant only kencur bu, it happens that there are seeds”. Answer Mr. Maman.
“Good sir mother agrees if planting kencur, later if we harvest excess can also be given to tetanga near us”. Said Ms. Ida.
“Nahh yes ma'am, yasudah let's just plant”. Said Mr. Maman
After that, Mr. Maman and Bu Ida went to pick up gardening equipment and immediately planted existing kencur seedlings.
The afternoon came…
While waiting for Mr. Maman, Ms. Ida went into the house to clean and cook food for their lunch.
After the food sip Bu Ida berated Pak Maman to rest first for lunch.
“Pak rest first eat, this food is ready”. Said Ms. Ida.
“Iya bu”. Said Mr. Maman.
“Finally finished also yes sir we plant seeds kencur today”. Said Ms. Ida.
“Iya bu alhamdulillah”. Said Mr. Maman.
After planting the seeds, Pak Maman and Bu Ida returned to the house to rest.
The next day Mr. Maman and Ms. Ida returned to gardening behind her house. Pak Maman and Bu Ida water and fertilize so that the seedlings can grow well.
“Hopefully these seeds can grow big and good yes pak”. Said Bu Ida
“Iya bu aminnn..”. Said Mr. Maman.
From day one, Pak Maman and Bu Ida are very diligent in caring for the plants they have grown.
Not felt the time of harvest kencur arrived, but at the time of harvest kencur coupled with the outbreak of flu and cough. Some neighbors have been affected by flu and cough. Mr. Maman and Ms. Ida plan to harvest the cages and share them with some neighbors who have colds and coughs.
“Wahh. Said Mr. Maman
“Iya sir, but it would be nice if our harvest this time we partly share with neighbors who are affected by cough and flu, kencur can be a traditional medicine for flu and cough”. Said Ms. Ida.
“Iya ma'am, it should be so that it can help them cure the flu and cough”. Said Mr. Maman.
“Good sir let's harvest”. Said Ms. Ida.
After Mr. Maman and Ms. Ida finished the harvest they distributed the kencur to neighbors who had flu and cough. Neighbors were happy because they were given a date by Pak Maman and Bu Ida to treat the disease.
Well from here it can be concluded that sharing and helping people is very useful for us and people who are helped. Sharing and helping is a good thing
