Technology is Ruining Us

Our Destructive Technology-10

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The stepping horse pulled the object I was riding with Kang Roy and also Karim's uncle who was still driving the object while holding the two ropes used to drive the horse.

I occasionally waved my hand as some of the village children pointed towards me and there were even some people who were seen waving as I passed by the rice fields.

"Good morning uncle Johor!" greet Kang Roy as the hansom we were riding passed by a man who was carrying his hoe.

The man stopped his steps and smiled looking at us.

"Where's Roy going?"

"You go to town."

"You looking for a job?"

"No, Uncle Roy just wants to go for a walk in town to meet Roy's friend in Ujang!"

"Uncle Johor!" my shout that was no less loud made Uncle Johor turn to look at me while throwing a smile.

"Big, Abdul! You didn't go to school either?"

"No."

"You want to come to town too!? Want to go for a walk in town?"

"Not Karim's uncle, Abdul just dropped off."

"Oh, I thought you wanted to come to town."

"No," I shouted, raising my tone as the weir I was riding was far enough away from Uncle Karim.

"Yes, be careful, yeah!"

"Yes, thank you" Kang Roy and I answered.

We continue the journey. The horse still pulled the bendi with a leisurely pace shaken slightly slowly as the wheels set on an uneven road.

I took a deep breath until the fresh air that this village had was so refreshing. I could feel every breath that entered and filled the cavities of my two lungs, expanding to deflate making each time I became smiling.

I am so grateful that I was born in this village which presented such a beautiful sight that always spoiled the eyes.

I always say thank you for being given a clean environment like this, there is no garbage in my village. There is only a stretch of rice fields, gardens, tall trees, green mountains with only a few houses of the residents that were made of wood.

As if we did not want to hurt the land we did not intend to have a house made of stone because if we have a house made of stone then we have to dig the foundation and that means we will dig the ground deep enough to make a foundation of the house, besides that the road that does not support becomes an obstacle for us to bring construction equipment to make the house made of stone.

I've heard stories about the difference between a city and a village where the difference is so far away, so different that it can't be fused. The difference that makes it really a difference.

We also have that, it's just that the shapes and uses are different. I also do not envy the streets that we pass are full of rocks while the streets in the city are paved roads smooth with bright lights.

Traffic lights and signs that have their respective functions. We don't have that. Let alone street lights, electricity is not yet in our village.

Yes, it seems like the government forgot about our village. I also wondered what it would be like if in our house there was a lamp maybe our lives would be happier or maybe the other way around.

Hope for hope I always write I want my village to grow less at least there are lights and electricity, water plants so we all do not bother to take water from the river.

I also always hoped that someday there would be a bridge connecting the forest to our village so we would not have to bother crossing the river. We don't have to wait for the water to recede through the streets.

I also always hope that someday in our village there are some vehicles that can transport us to school. There's so much hope.

I also hope that the building similar to the animal enclosure is overhauled. The expectations I had long shaken in the previous sentence were like a big building, a new red and white flag, a nice whiteboard and a shiny floor.

Unlike today where we have to blend with nature, not infrequently goat manure also accompanies our learning process.

I also always hope that if the education staff in our school is added we can not rely on hope only to Fatimah's mother who rarely even comes to school. Even if only Fatimah's mother had taught him, could he not have given us any news so that he would have told us that he had not come to teach, so that we would not have had to go far enough we go to school and we don't go home empty-handed.

This is a summary of my hope for our village. It is not meant to be ungrateful just our little hope to achieve higher prosperity.

We do not want to be too neglected with the technological sophistication that exists in big cities that grow rapidly among cities.

After quite a long journey now finally the bendi stopped making me and Kang Roy step down not to forget also Kang Roy grabbed the bag while I lifted some pockets and bushels that are devoted to kang Roy.

"Thank you uncle Karim."

"Yes be careful, yeah. Uncle Karim left first because there are still people I want to pick up. Abdul!"

"Yes uncle" said I quickly.

"How will you go home?"

"I'll just go home by myself."

"Oh yes be careful, yes hope to arrive in the destination city well. Don't forget the souvenirs from the city, the bread! Bread!"

I chuckled as Uncle Karim raised both eyebrows. The old man could still give us a joke during our farewell.

I continued walking through the river that I used to cross to go to school. This time we did not wait for the river time to recede as when we went to school now the clock has shown seven o'clock the river has receded if the clock is like this.

I slowly moved my feet through some slightly mossy stones. I don't want to if I slip and make the bushel with my luggage fall into the river.

I'm fine if I fall into the river but I don't want things and some of these bushels to jump into the river. I feel sorry for Mama who has gone to great lengths to make food for kang Roy and does not want this food to be tasted only by the clear river water.

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