Technology is Ruining Us

Our Destructive Technology-02

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It wasn't long enough for me to wait for the herds in elementary school uniforms that were almost the same height as me they were all my friends and let me name them one by one.

We start from the far right. The fattest boy was named Jono, his hobby was eating even in addition to bringing supplies from home he also brought some money to buy snacks at school. Sounds pretty greedy, doesn't it.

We always called him buto ijo. Yes of course because of its large belly exactly like buto ijo. one of the characters in the horror film. Am I wrong? It doesn't seem like it but he looked a little upset when we bully him with that name.

What else, her mother called her that name. Buto ijo's son.

The second is Samal. The tallest growing man among us was accompanied by his thin body dry exactly like the artist named Dato Maringgi who was in the movie Dono, Casino and Indro.

His black hair looks a little thin. He always carries a long comb of pink plastic in his pocket. His hair always looks neat and even he always carries hazelnut oil when he goes to school. He said that his hair was not messy when he arrived at school.

The third is Mansur. The boy with the darkest skin among us. If our skin is whiter because the temperature in our cooler village is different from the skin that mensur. His father, who is a descendant of Papuans, made his skin darker. But it looks like dark skin is only destined for Mansur because I see the skin of the older brother of Mansur whose woman looks whiter.

And another girl who stood at the very end. Her name is Leha, the most beautiful girl among us. Of course because she was the only female among the five of us.

This Leha was different than the others. Her hobbies are just crying and crying. I do not know if in his eyes there is a tear factory until his tears never run out even though often used to cry or indeed women are created to be spoiled girls just imagine Leha is one of the burdens of our friendship. If he could not cross the river, he would cry with tears as if he wanted to fill the river.

Upon the arrival of my friends approached me we did not stay silent, upon arrival we immediately went to walk side by side while occasionally greeting the pedestrians who were leaving to go to their gardens and rice fields.

In our village there are very rarely vehicles such as motorcycles or cars that are rampant in large cities. All you see is a bicycle. Yes in this village bicycles are a means of transportation that is often used but, most swatani villagers use horses as a means of transportation.

"Will not go up?" a man's bargain made us look.

We smiled at Uncle Karim who always went to the garden every day while carrying a bendi. This bendi is a kind of delman made of wood and is equipped with facing seating, there was no roof on the bendi belonging to Uncle Karim until the moment the bendi moved a gust of cold air managed to make us smile ourselves. Either because we were too happy today we did not need to walk to reach the river.

During the trip Uncle Karim always took us to tell stories. Mr. Karim always listened to the stories we experienced in school such as schoolwork and school activities that we did.

"It's okay if eating a lot of important things is not wasteful. Buy food may be important do not waste."

That's what Uncle Karim said when he responded to my story made Jono smile with pride. When he smiled my premonition as if it was not good after this he would buy as much food again.

We jumped one by one down the bendi and said a word of thanks to Uncle Karim after driving us down the river.

After that we will line up on the river bank staring at the surface of the river that seems to be still receding. We can still see the rocks on the surface of the river visible.

"Six hours past ten minutes if it's fifteen minutes then the water will rise," said Mansur complete with papua's accent.

One thing I like when Mansur speaks is his papal accent. Although he was not in a comedy or making a joke, I was always made to laugh when he spoke. Well sometimes Mansur is always angry if I laugh when he talks.

Apparently in addition to black he also had a watered-down brain. It seems like the advantage is the intelligence that is not owned by me and also my friends. Mansur has memorized when the river water rises and recedes. Mansur is one of the key answers when we are testing or getting schoolwork.

And among us the five brains were the most highly diluted. Either because of what or maybe because he likes to eat mangoes. I don't know but obviously the father of Mansur has a very large mango orchard.

We set foot alternately on the surface of the rocks through this long river. Nimble movements have become a part of me maybe this is my one advantage. The nimble kid jumped like a ninja warrior I watched on the headmaster's TV room. I now have a dream of becoming a ninja wearing black clothes like a hero.

I arrived at the river first and sat on the biggest rocks and watched my friends who were still jumping over the rocks one by one to cross the river. I occasionally yelled at them telling him to go faster.

The sound of crying was heard again. There's no need to figure out who the owner of that cry is. Of course, the owner of that crisp voice was Leha. The haired girl who was tied up similar to the goat's horn came back crying because she was unable to cross the river and was forced to Samal, the skinny man always picked her up in the middle of the river and led her just like an old woman who wanted to cross the road to the river.

It seems that among us the most tender heart is Samal because among us only Samal is very attentive with Leha. Yeah, maybe it's because Samal has a little sister at home.

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