Technology is Ruining Us

Our Destructive Technology-16

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A loud enough sound coming from the mixing machine managed to wake up my already deep sleep as I rested my body after struggling to walk home. I rubbed my sleepy eyes and forced myself to get up and open the window until some people seemed busy paving the streets.

I was so unexpected that in front of my house it turned out to have been made paved road.I rubbed my eyes and then blinked several times trying to make sure if this was not a dream.

I ran down from my house down the stairs and I was almost made to fall there. There have been many residents who whispered to each other while pointing to the paved road and still hot.

"What are they doing?" ask one of them to make the man look. Apparently that man is my father.

"They're making asphalt."

"Make asphalt?"

"Yes." Yeah."

I am now staring at every kind of activity they do. Looks like the team working on paving this road is part of the people who have cut down the trees in the forest. It felt a little sad as the grass and the cobblestone streets were flattened with blackened asphalt stretching in several predetermined directions.

I could also see some mothers standing in their stilt houses holding their children, afraid that the children would run down the streets and interfere with the paving of the streets.

"Abdu! Abdul!"

The sound of screaming made me look up at my friends who seemed to be screaming calling."

"What?"

"Come here!" his shout then ran making me want to not want to also come towards him, chasing him until I was now on the hills, he said, exactly where we always sat together while accompanying Mansur who was busy herding his buffalo.

"I can't stand it down there. The smell of asphalt is so pungent," said Samal while showing an unpleasant expression.

"It's too hot" added Jono.

"Who's providing assistance to paving the streets of this village?"

"I don't know" replied Jono with his mouth filled with food.

"Yes you don't know because you're just busy eating," Samal's taunts made Jono sneak his lips.

Yes this time the Jono was engrossed with the rambutan fruit, this is one of his garden yesterday.

Not long after that a small cry sounded. I'm not surprised anymore and there's no need to question who the owner of the crying voice is. Me and the others were compactly staring at Lena who was back crying while rubbing her cheeks like a child.

"Why are you crying?" ask Samal.

"I'm sad."

"Sad why?" samal asked while scratching his head with a face that showed he was bored.

"I saw the road on the asphalt. Now there has been a change because of the people of the city. Is it possible that our village will turn into a city street?"

"Is it possible that asphalt part of advanced technology will slowly transform our village into a city?"

"I saw the grass on the road all flattened with asphalt then what that means is no more grass that we will step on when we go to school later."

Leha's explanation left us all speechless. Actually one of my wishes is that this village has a paved road so that when we ride the bendi we are not too shaken and the road will make it easier for us to go to school but a little unhappy when we see the grass flattened with hot asphalt.

What else is it all set. Yes it is all because of the arrival of the people of that city and this help is also the help of the city. Apparently the townspeople who had bought the land in front of my house was quite rich because he deliberately paved this road even though the townspeople had not come to this village to build his house but his presence seemed to be already smelled.

"What's that asphalt made of, huh?" samal asked who seemed to be tapping his chin with his two eyes thinking that his two curious eyes were staring at me and also some of my other friends.

"I don't know either" replied Jono.

"Just boy. Just so you know I don't eat for example this fruit. I know what this fruit contains" said Jono proudly.

"really?" samal asked in disbelief.

"Yes, then what is contained in rambutan fruit?"

"What is contained in the rambutan fruit is sweet," he replied lightly making me and the others shake their heads.

There's just this Jono.

"I wonder what it's made of, the hell is that asphalt? Why is it black like that?" I asked as I stared silently at the people below.

"Asphalt comes from petroleum refining."

Mansur's voice made me and my other friends turn to look at him.

"Raw earth oil that has been sucked from the bowels of the earth is then purified by heating. The results of petroleum refining vary and vary in purity, including petrolium gas, gasolin, and kerosene."

"Steps paving the way are:

Mapping process. Mapping is the initial phase of many phases of road construction."

"After that is the cleaning process, the,

stripping process, soil compaction poses,

the process of coating the bottom, the top foundation roses, the process of mixing heat and paving," he explained so very smoothly made me and other friends speechless.

Hah, how clever my friend is.

"Well, you know where you're from?" jon asked as if he had not expected.

"I read it in a book."

"On books? What book?" I asked so curious.

"The book belongs to Fatimah's mother. I accidentally saw it on the table then I read it and returned it after I learned it."

"Oh," we answered in unison and nodded each other's heads.

"How many days will this asphalt dry?"

"Maybe one night," I replied knowingly.

"When will Roy go home?"

"Not knowing either. Kang Roy has no news."

My friends nodded again and at that moment I was made silent. It's been two days since kang Roy left and he hasn't been home or sent word. I don't know how he sent the news yet, yet, usually we will get news from the young people who have wandered into the city and returned to the village and from one of them will give the news even if he had met or worked in the same place however, what about the fate of kang Roy. He even just asked permission to walk but why until now did not go home.

Honestly, the departure of kang Roy made me miss him even more so at dinner, it was not good if it was just a foursome dinner when usually we were always five.

Roy's return will definitely be the thing I've been waiting for the most. Kang Roy, come home soon! Your last brother will miss you and will always remain so.

Is the city so beautiful that you do not return home?

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