Technology is Ruining Us

Our Destructive Technology-24

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The sound of birds chirping was heard, the dew that became the protector of our village was also seen. The old sun is still reluctant to warm the earth to make the atmosphere cold. One by one the villagers had come out of his house carrying the hoe on his shoulder in droves to the rice field.

Curse my hair, comb it neatly and then after I step down down the steps where my friends have been waiting since. Yes it seems like they have been eager to go to school to the point that he came first usually I was made to wait but now they are all waiting.

It was not only my friends who were waiting but the city girl, Zaina. I looked at him, looking at him from the tip of the foot to the end of the hair that looked so very neat. His school uniform and clothes are different from ours.

If our appearance looks shabby in contrast to him who is in a cleaner uniform and white clothes. The fabric he used on his school uniform was also not a thin one, unlike the school uniform we used which was thin.

Yes, a difference between the children of the city and the children of the village and also the difference between the children of the rich and the children of the poor like us. Yes we are going to be poor but just look at our village, our village is also rich. Rich with wealth, abundant wealth.

"Are you ready?" my many.

"Ready," they answered compactly.

Yes we all finally stepped up, stepping together towards the paved road. If only this city girl had come at a time when there was no asphalt construction maybe she would have been surprised after seeing the road that we cross was far enough.

Now we set foot, crossing such a high iron bridge. Down there is a river that flows the water so clear.

"Well, it's beautiful here, yeah!" zaina's admiration made us all just able to shake our heads. It's so sorry this town girl. He was even so amazed by the river that had many crocodiles when we all scared the river.

Yes who likes the river filled with children crocodiles even we are so scared if we have to cross it.

"Is it far away here?" asked Zaina in the moments we were still on foot.

"It's far away."

"How many minutes' journey?"

"Not minutes but hours!" my reproach.

"How many hours of travel?"

"It used to take almost three hours but now it's probably only an hour" I explained.

"An hour?" panic with both eyes.

"Why?"

"It's too far."

"Not too far because the road is already on the asphalt if not on the asphalt maybe our journey will be further."

"Oh yeah?" with a face so worried.

He was worried that he would have to walk far enough. During the journey monkeys jump from tree to tree, not too much after the cutting down of the forest and the trees in this forest the apes seemed to go into the deeper forest so it was rare that I saw monkeys jumping.

"Well, that's a monkey!" pointing the girl towards the trees made us look up at the monkey holding his child.

"Well, how cute," Zaina's petulant as she touched her cheeks in a fit of anxiety while Jono looked gawking.

"What emotion?" ask Jono who scratched his head.

"That's not a monkey! It's an ape" Mansur said, confirming.

"What are monkeys different from apes?"

"Monkeys and apes are similar, but the fact is that these two animals are very different. Monkeys and apes are primates, which form part of the human family tree. Apes tend to be more similar to humans"

"Kayak the Samal his face looks like an ape," joking Jono made Samal clap his lips irritated and almost hit Jono's head but, quickly reprimanded by Leha.

"For example apes have appendicitis, whereas monkeys do not" Mansur continued while we all casually stepped in.

I could see the people of the city who looked so surprised after hearing the explanation from Mansur.

"Well, how do you know that difference?"

"Of course he knows. I told you he was smart" My fingers were so proud that they were holding onto Mansur's shoulders.

"I'm not smart just to know. I read it from Fatimah's book."

"Fatimah's mother?"

"Yes Fatimah's mother was the teacher who taught us in school."

"Well, besides Fatimah's mother's teacher who else taught?"

I and my friends immediately looked at me.

"Who else is teaching? Our teacher is Fatimah's mother. He taught us all the science."

"Fatimah's mother?" ask Zaina who is so in disbelief.

"Yes Fatimah's mother. He taught us in school."

"Besides Fatimah's mother is no more, said Jono.

"of course. Wh why? You teach a lot in school, don't you?"

"Yes much. There are teachers of Indonesian, mathematics, English, cultural arts, biology and much more."

"Well, you're so lucky we've only got one teacher here, Fatimah's mother" I said.

"Mother Fatimah was very good, she mastered all subjects from English, Indonesian, social and many more mathematics" explained Jono.

"Mother Fatimah was great. I can't wait to meet Fatimah's mother."

"Yes we can't wait to get you together with our friends there, too" Samal said.

"Oh yeah how many kids are there?"

"There's a lot. We never count them" I said while Samal and Jono were busy counting with their fingers.

"Why?"

"We never count because of the erratic students who attend our school. Sometimes this day comes and then the day doesn't come again even he comes once a month so we don't know if he's settled school or not" Leha explained.

"Ah if at school I may have him expelled."

"Correct?"

We continued to move our feet until we all arrived at the side of the road. We also do not have to bother to pass through the collection of buffalo and also goats owned by herders because the paved road directly connects to the big road.

We also do not have to bother to avoid the buffalo dirt that blocks the road.

"Are we going to be there?"

"Not far away."

"Still far?"

"Yes still."

"Why do we stop?"

"As usual we'll all be waiting for Uncle jago."

"Uncle Jago?"

"She's the one who's gonna take us to school."

"Yes so we wait for the car" Leha said.

"Car? Mean bus?"

"Biss?"

"Yes the bus at school. We had a free ride on the bus. The bus was the one that would deliver and pick us up from school to home and vice versa."

"Well, that's cool. Is it free?" ask Jono.

"Free but most school kids don't use buses."

"Why?"

"Because they will be delivered by their own parents."

"Well, how nice of you we never even got us to school with our parents" said Jono.

"Heh, they didn't drive us because they were busy working" said Samal with a slightly angry face.

Long enough we sit here waiting for the arrival of Uncle Jago makes the city girl look down at the watch on her wrist that shows at seven past.

"As it is now very late."

"It's not too late. Usually the teacher's mother will come at 9."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes he even came at ten o'clock and even almost came home because Fatimah's mother was late."

"Why is it like that?"

"Fatimah's mother's house is very far from school so inevitably we have to wait and even Fatimah's mother will not come to school."

"Why?"

"There are many reasons because Fatimah's mother is often trapped by the tides of the river or the motor is breaking down" I explained.

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