Technology is Ruining Us

3. Our Destructive Technology-03

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After crossing the river we decided to continue our walk through the rows of forest trees are quite lush. The sound of monkeys that seem to be fighting sheep is heard making the feathers of the person who heard first will be horrified by themselves but, for us it is common for us.

We were quite used to hearing the sounds of apes even occasionally we looked up at the apes jumping from tree to tree.

Jono stopped his steps reaching for the large machete that was behind the bushes. The machete was Jono's machete which he used to cut off the branches that blocked the road during our way to school.

Let's just say that Jono is our protector. Other than his fat body like buto ijo, he seemed to be a guard. It seems like Jono's body has its benefits as well in addition to scaring animals he might look a little creepy with war on his hands.

It took forty minutes of walking time to get through the dense forest. We have passed through the forest safely has become the most grateful thing for us.

Today seems to be a lucky day for us because usually during the trip we used to find wild animals that come across like an invader who came out of nowhere.

If we encounter wild animals like apes then that is not too much of a problem for us however, wild animals that we meet like snakes or large monkeys that come and go on a rampage even for a while we have been confronted by large pigs that come and run intend to attack us until we finally decide to climb a tree and wait for hours until the pig is completely gone.

Wild boars and domestic pigs are not the same. Wild boars have larger bodies with long horns and slightly bushy black fur while domesticated pigs have thin fur with white color and there are even some pink the fiber of his body was not too big either.

After passing through the dense forest we are now faced with a rock road that has not been touched at all by the government parties who are commonly used by buffalo owners to put their buffalo in this place.

The meadow looks a little dry and here we have to be extra careful because one of the few sandals that have been dirty will be exposed to buffalo manure even if not, the buffalo will chase us probably because the uniform we use is red.

I don't know if maybe the buffalo did not like the color red or indeed they were disturbed and our arrival.

Sniffle. Tight-tasting. Sweat drenches the forehead and all over the body. Looks like our bodies will smell a little after arriving at school now I'm not surprised why samal always carry perfume in his pants pocket.

The sound of crying again sounded I who was tired turned to look dimly at Leha who turned back crying again. Apparently the girl accidentally stepped on the melted buffalo dung. It seems that the buffalo dung had just come out of the factory owner that is, the buffalo not far from Leha it must be the owner.

Look at that girl crying again. The girl cried twice. The first when he crossed the river and the second when he climbed the hill.

For us, this is common, so don't think about it. He would cry four times after he reached school and without a day without crying it was already a habit for Leha.

After reaching the top of the hills we again have to go down the hill. If when we climb the hill must pass through the buffalo collection then when we go down the hill then we have to pass through the group of goat gang.

I once imagined what it would be like if buffaloes and goats met on a hill they would probably fight.

Sometimes I get made to laugh when Jono mimics the sound of a goat. He is very good at mimicking animal sounds however, when Jono mimics the sound of a goat his voice is very similar to that of a real goat.it looks like Jono's vocal cords were created partly made of goat vocal cords.

From here when we went down the hill we could see paved roads winding around the hills that look green.

Upon arrival here our way is not immediately rushed to go to school but, we have to wait for public transportation to get to school. I stood to support my waist staring at the streets that looked very quiet.

I don't know why vehicles rarely pass through this place. The roads that had been deflected a few years ago however, this paved road only reached here alone did not reach our village because of the access that was too far away.

After a long time we waited for the public transport car to pass by making me and my friends jump around in excitement while Leha, the queen of tears was just busy sitting while hugging her bag.

Car stopped. My friends and I ran up into the car while I decided to stand on the lip of the door holding on to the roof.

Jono, Leha and Samal chose to sit inside while I preferred to be on the lips of the door enjoying the fresh air wiggling our hair. Perhaps this is also the reason why Samal does not want to be on the door lips maybe because he is afraid his hair becomes tangled.

Regarding Jono, Jono really wants to hang like us but the driver we often call uncle Jago does not let him. Actually Uncle jago is not a real name, it is just a nickname because for us Uncle is so good at driving a car.

Jago's uncle said, Jono's body is very fat can-can the car will be tilted if he hangs on the lip of the door and only me and Mansur are left hanging like this.

Sometimes we laugh when we feel a gust of wind that is so very refreshing. I opened my mouth like I was eating the wind. My lips feel dry. My saliva is somehow spattered to where.

"Rain! Is it raining?"

The question came from Mansur. I turned to look at him who seemed to be rubbing his cheeks and Mansur looked up at the sky.

"Why?"

"There is rain" he answered, wiping his cheeks.

I'm laughing a little. Maybe it wasn't water coming down from the sky but it was water coming out of my mouth. I didn't want to be honest at the time. I'm afraid that Mansur, the black guy, is punching my head until I hit the asphalt.

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