WOMEN IN GROUP SHORT STORY
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This morning our house was quiet, because it turns out you didn't come home last night. My sister enjoyed her breakfast with sumringah. He finally had enough energy to go and go back to school to another hamlet.
I watched from the window, my sister who jumped over the water rope in front of the house with agility. His whistling voice broke the sweet day this morning. That smile that I try to present every morning in this house.
“Mak, Reno go. There is still a patch of Angku Amran rice fields that we have to finish this morning,” I said.
“Ya,” says Amak.
My heart is calm because Amak's stomach is filled this morning. I hope there will be some food I can bring home.
The sound of the chirping of rice being blown out of who, felt calling out for me to speed up the steps into the rice field. It was the most beautiful and sweet music that accompanied my life for 20 years in this remote hamlet at the foot of the mountain. The hamlet that does not even have a school and there is only one small surau near the house of the village head.
A woman with her husband, emerging from the roosters beside me. “You to the rice field, Tek?” tanyaku.
“No! Go to parak!”
His eyes glanced sharply as he passed me. His steps were too close, making me step aside so as not to fall into the rice field of the person next door.
I ignored his strange behavior and continued to travel to the Angku Amran rice field that was already visible at the end of the view. There are some pinang trees that become a marker of the rice field. As deliberately planted as a peg from every field of his rice field.
“One morning you came?” one of the farm laborers asked when they saw me appear.
“Do not until the windfall is pegged by chickens because of bad luck,” I said smiling.
Soon Angku Amran came and directed us to work on each part. I jumped straight into a patch of rice field that I had to work on. All this must be completed until noon, so that afterwards can immediately clean the circle. The pay could be double.
By midday, my calculations were off. When the people had stopped, I still had a line of rice crops that I had not done.
“What need help?” ask other workers.
“Indak, just a little more. First of all,” I said to invite them to the place of wage collection.
But suddenly someone jumped down into the paddy field and helped me finish that last row of rice. Then it helps stack all that onto the big plastic in the middle of the rice field.
“Thank you,” I said to him.
“Who's word? Why never know if there are daily workers like Uda?” ask again.
“I am a student who KKN is here,” he replied still with a smile on his handsome face.
My face immediately pouted. They are the ones who teach us the use of the new tool. Workers like us are at risk of losing their jobs.
“What Uda also want to offer Angku Amran the same tool as in Angku Leman place?” ask judes.
“Not offer." He's straightening.
“I just want to teach new technology so that fast farm work is finished.” The man smiled.
“But with such a tool, a small person like us will lose our jobs and starve!” I said spicy.
Maybe I look like a less grateful person. But that's the reality that those townspeople don't know.
I looked at the mountain of morning stalks that were like precious gems in the middle of the vast expanse of rice fields stretching out. I left that place when a worker Angku Amran came to see my work.
“Thank you Mr. Tuo,” I said with a bright smile. This time he gave me a little money and a liter of rice. How happy.
“Later after the zuhur prayer, I will come to clean the circle,” I said. I had to take the job first, before it was offered to the others.
“Kata Anggu, clean the grain in the big rice field that's all. Later come to move it there,” said the old man.
“Good, Mr. Tuo,” reply me obediently, then leave from there.
My feet turned towards the parak who had not been done in years. Jump down from the roosters and bend in search of the remaining young ferns among the thickets.
Every now and then I straighten my back, and then return to the wild plants that have hooked each other. Pluck some blue flowers that can be brewed into tea.
“Unni!”
I heard someone's voice. But I don't ignore it, because I don't feel like I know that voice. I continued to look for ferns that were increasingly difficult to see on this hot day.
“Unni!”
The sound was very close. I looked at him in wonder. He was a student who helped me to chop rice. Standing before me was a meter away.
“What's up?” manya suspect.
Does he want to ask for a share of my meager wages? He only worked a little bit from the last line. Anyway I didn't tell him.
“What did the Union mean that what we were doing could starve the workers?”
I was stunned to hear it. It turned out that this was what he wanted to ask until he followed me to a dirty parak like this.
“Didn't you guys see how we work by hand? If without tools, then there will be many publishers who can help to get a liter of rice!” I showed him the rice plastic I got.
“And now I just need to find this ..” I show him the fern bars I got. “... for friends eat rice!”
“You people city, know what!” my ketus.
I ended the fern search because the day started high. There is still a lot to do at home.
I came out of the thicket full of tall parak and went up to the roosters. No matter what the city thinks. What is clear is my opinion on what they did in Angku Leman rice field yesterday.
In the distance, a pair of ignorant eyes observed two different types of humans who rose after each other to the top and then separated.
***
That night after my sister Sayid came home from Surau, we ate happily. I brought home almost a liter of rice and two medium-sized bado fish. The fish became a lot after being cut into pieces. Even happier, because after skimping since yesterday, I still have a liter of rice for tomorrow.
My sister studied under the yellow light of a strike and the fire was whistling in the wind from the hole in the wooden wall of our house.
Suddenly he entered the house without greeting. The door was pushed violently against the wall of the rampant room and shocked all of us.
“What are you doing in the people's parak with that man!” tanyanya was angry while pulling the front of my shirt.
His movements were so fast, that I didn't know how he could get in front of me in a second.
“Whose parade? Whose man?” many confused.
I am not usually afraid of my father. But for some reason, this time the guy wasn't like my father! There was a foreign lightning in his eyes that gave me goosebumps.
“Do not tickle again. Many people are talking about you on the floor! Just make it ashamed. If you want to marry, let me find a man!” angry shouting.
“I didn't do anything. I work in Angku Amran rice fields! You can ask there. I work until evening!” obviously panicked.
This time, my hand was holding my neck. Samar can I hear my sister Sayid screaming. I felt dizzy and my head was wobbling in my hands. I tried to take off his grip to breathe air. My view dimmed.
Between conscious and not, I felt my body drifting down. Then the roar of Amak and Sayid sounded simple.
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