SIGITS

Cibuyut Village

　

　

　

　

“ How Risya water is so cold. “ Said Amel as I came out of the bathroom.

“ Pretty, my mouth to let out the mist. “ My words while expelling air from inside my mouth which is in the form of white smoke like fog.

“ Wah like her I can not afford to take a morning shower “ Said Kiki one – only Man who one team KKN with us while wrapped his towel around his neck held the cold on his body.

“ You're Kiki, the time is not strong cold man “ Ledek Via while laughing cheerfully laugh at Kiki, We also laugh.

“ Already – I have entered first yes want to pray the time is up “ My speech to them, happened to be Via and Runa is a non-Muslim but we respect each other.

　

　

The sun has begun to rise shy – shy of the residents have started doing their activities – each of the residents is a farmer.

I looked at the citizens passing by while sitting in a rattan chair in front of Mr. Kades' house while accompanied by a cup of warm tea and fried cassava.

“ Bagamana nak Risya you want to come to the village hall today. “ Said Mr. Kades who stood in front of the door that was ready – ready to go to do his duty in the village hall by using colored Dinas clothes

brown, black Fantopel shoes and wearing black songko (Peci).

“ Yes we will join immunai Village, what is the village hall far from here sir ? “ Ask me then stand facing Mr. Kades.

“ Yes we will there by motorbike, travel time is only 15 minutes from here “ said Mr. Kades.

“ Well sir, I will take my equipment first “ Said me while entering the room and take the bag and camera that we will use for the survey.

I'm in the bonceng Pak Kades using the GL Pronya motor, whether this is what year's output motor but

the engine is still good, while Kiki brought the old Legend motorbike and piggybacked Amel while Via brought a red matic motor and hugged Runa, again – again the red matic motor reminds me of Sigit.

15 Minutes of travel through rocky soil and tea gardens and through a slightly brittle wooden bridge under which there is a flowing river, it seems like this village is rarely touched because it still has facilities that are not feasible to use.

“ Sir what in this village does not get help? “ Ask me if Mr. Kades arrived in his room.

“ Can neng, Just not big and it was 2th once. The funds we use for the purposes of school facilities because for me education is more important for the younger generation here, if there is a new rest I diverted to the facilities of the citizens. Maybe because our village is still in the interior and difficult to reach so not many know about this village “ said Mr. Kades while giving some documents for our KKN needs. Mr. Kades who is very good dy is more concerned with the education of young people because for him education can advance them into useful young women later and they can help the village someday.

“ Then what plan will you do for KKN ?? “ Connect sir Kades inquire our Work Plan.

“ We will open a health post and provide free treatment, we will check the cleanliness of the water here and make irrigation. That was our initial plan but after seeing that cancer house we will rethink our next work plan. I will also send a proposal to my father to get funds to help this village “ My speech while giving a proposal of our work plan.

“ Yes sir Kades I will ask for help to my Papah to help this village, he happens to be a politician “ said Kiki who happens to be his father a politician from a party.

“ Thank you very much, you wonderful young people “ said Mr. Kades proud to see us with his warm smile.

“ Yes sir Kades we will explore the village first “ Say goodbye to Mr. Kades.

“ Yes heart – heart if there is trouble ask for help to the citizens here they will help you with pleasure “ said Mr. Kades while driving us out.

“ Risya, I and Via will check to the east of the village he said there is a suitable place for us to open a health post “ said Aruna who peddled Via to check the village's central field.

“ Risya, you want to join Via or with me and Kiki “ Tanya Amel who will return to the house of Mr. Kades to make a report.

“ No, I will just walk while looking at – see this village. I will also visit the home again “ said I patted Amel's shoulder. They also go using the motor to their destination – each.

I walked down the village past the rice fields that happened to be harvesting. Some residents are pulling rice, some are grinding rice there are also hoeing and bathing their buffalo. I occasionally take pictures of those who are working, I take photos of their provisions in a saung in the middle of a rickety spirit, there is an ancient teapot of green frying made of canned brisi water tea and tinned glass with the same motif, stock in a white can of bushel containing sambal, rice, salted fish, and, leaves – lalap leaves and fresh petai.