Technology is Ruining Us

Our Destructive Technology-01

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The sound of chicken kokokan was heard accompanied by the sound of birds singing as if singing this morning, while lined up on the branches of trees that lined up neatly. The mountains are like a real painting. The white and cold dust seemed to envelop the village which was currently very crowded.

This is our village. A village that could be said to be remote and far from the city center. It took me three days to get to my village. The vast expanse of tea gardens as well as the vast rice fields show how prosperous our village is. The abundance of nature that God gave as if clearly illustrated in our village, precisely in the village of Swatani.

My village is famous for the best tea producers. That is evidenced by the many tea orders from outside the city and the many companies that buy rice to farmers in our village including my father who is a farmer and plantation.

It has been dawn since then when after the dawn prayer the people in Swatani village have flocked to their rice fields and gardens respectively. It is not only the best quality tea and rice that made our village famous in the eyes of traders, but also some garden produce such as vegetables and how many fruits.

It seems like God has indeed chosen our village as the best village. It also proves and makes our village as the safest village even our village is rarely an act of theft or violent behavior. Prosperous life has certainly been crowned in our village.

You can see rows of houses made of teak wood and even rarely there are houses made of stone or tall buildings that are mostly found in big cities.

This morning I was in my room compiling some books I was going to use at school and then I put them in my backpack and some other stationery. Nature is still dark. The sunlight is not clearly visible. There were only a few orange-colored beams of light behind the mountain range whose arrival appeared slowly.

I put the black shoes together with the slightly polluted socks eaten by the time then the shoes I put in the black bag and after that I put them back in the backpack and closed them.

I stomped the bag when he was on my back heavy enough to carry it on the shoulders of this still small child.

I'm ten years old. I was in the fourth grade of Harapan Indonesia elementary school which was quite far from my village settlement. Of course, my school is very far because it takes a lot of time and energy that is not small to get there.

I stepped out of the room to find the figure of the mother who prepared provisions for me. I sat on a carpet made of thin bamboo woven held in the kitchen, this is where we ate with the family.

Before going to school my morning routine is breakfast. The word mother goes to school must be with a full stomach because if we are hungry then we will not get to school with enthusiasm and there is no word ready to learn.

Breakfast is necessary friends and look at spinach vegetables and mixed with cooked green beans and a very delicious taste. Of course it tastes delicious because Mother is the one who cooks it if not Mother who cooks it then the taste will not be like this. My mom is the best chef of my life.

"You're eating soon, Dul," commented Santi, who joined me.

Santi's brother turned 17 this year. He went up to 12th grade. Soon he will be out of school. If you think high school is also far away like my school then you're wrong. The high school in my village is not too far away, just a few hours if we walk.

I didn't reply to Santi's remarks. I only ate seriously after giving a thin smile to Ma'am. I am Abdul, the last of three children. I have two brothers, Kang Roy and Santi.

Kang Roy is 20 years old this year. A few years ago he finished high school and decided not to continue his school because the distance from home college is quite far. My mother did not allow Kang Roy to continue his studies in the big city.

There is not too bad there are even some of our village children who work in famous companies in big cities and there are even some young people from our village who become shop owners which is right there.

Kang Roy and father have been going to the garden since. It seems that today the father will harvest bananas that every afternoon I go to see the development of bananas.

"Eating a lot, Dul let the school spirit."

"Ready mom" I replied with enthusiasm.

I looked up at the wall clock that was near the rice cover made with woven bamboo.

"Mother, Abdul went to school alone, yes."

"Be careful on the road, Dul, if the water rises, wait to recede, then just cross. Afraid you're drowning."

"It's okay. Abdul is smart," said Santi made me look and laugh.

"really?" ask Mom not to believe.

"Abdul is good at swimming. Joko taught me," I replied.

"Good then but still in the river is a lot of culture so do not cross first, yes!"

"Ready mom" I replied.

After crucifying Santi one by one, I finally stepped out of the house down several stairs made of teak wood.

I squeezed both my legs with flip-flops that had been connected with red raffia rope. Actually Mum can buy me a new sandal just that mom will only come to the market for 2 years even if you want lebaran to buy clothes and some other home supplies.

Today I'm going to tell you how my trip to school was but I'm not alone because I'm with my friends. I was stepping down a few hills with stone roads that have not been paved and red soil stuck under the soles of the feet slippers and slightly dirtying the legs became the first sight on the way to school.

Now I sit quietly on the old wooden bridge waiting for my friends to come to school together.

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