Dwarf
46. The Past Story
"This story began 70 years ago...."
The sound of the river flow sounded so melodious and felt win the soul after hearing it. The clear river flow as if carrying slowly some brownish dried leaves floating on the water is like a boat being carried by the current.
The dried leaves hit the river rocks which are now being carefully stepped on by a girl's foot who uses a sarong to cover her chest to the extent of her calf.
He knelt down and picked up one by one the dried leaves and put them back on the water unobstructed by doing so that the dried leaves could sail without any hindrance from anything.
The 7-year-old girl smiled. Both fields of his eyes stared at the direction where the dried leaves were carried by the stream whose water was still very clear.
The mountain scenery seemed beautiful in the eyes of the little girl. Her lips expanded, drawing a beautiful smile from her lips.
"Care, leaf!!! Careful, yes!!!" he cried as if he would never see the leaf again.
"Soda!!!"
The screams sounded. The voice of the very girl was familiar and very meaningful in her life. The girl he loved and loved. Who else if not his mother, Indo Sunge.
The 30-year-old woman was washing her clothes on the banks of the river, at that time there was no soap used to wash clothes like what is always used in today's times.
Only with river water and stones, the clothes are clean without having to use soap.
"Yes, Indo," he said. Greeting with a smile the woman then stepped slowly closer to her.
Yes, she is Saoda, the 7-year-old little girl and the figure of the woman who is still busy slamming cloth onto the surface of the stone is the Mother of Saoda.
"Where's Father?" ask Saoda.
"Your father went looking for fish" he replied.
"When will he come back, Indo?"
"Not long. He's gone from there."
"Soda!"
The sound of screaming was heard again calling his name made Saoda turn to look at the mighty man with a slightly brownish skin from sun exposure while carrying some fish tied at the roots of a small tree.
Fish that are not too much, large and filled. In the past, the fish, although still small, already had a large size. Different in today's times where the fish are getting smaller and not as healthy as before.
The fish can develop easily in the river without any end because the villagers do not look for fish by fishing or installing long traps that divide the river from the right to the left side.
In ancient times people only set fish traps on the riverbank and only took some fish that will be eaten today while for tomorrow they are not afraid if they will not get fish because they only keep fish traps on the riverbank and wait about twenty minutes they have got fish.
"Mr!!!" shouting Saoda.
He ran over to the man who was familiarly called Puang Jamba. The man who according to the residents is a manly and diligent man. Every activity gotong royong he was the first to come.
His good qualities make him very liked by many people. One of the things why Saoda is proud of the figure of his father.
Daoda hugged his Father's body which was greeted by the back of his Father which ended up him sitting on it. He laughed as the little boy grew up. Looking at the surface of the river with a wide and see the figure of Indonya that looks small.
The saoda grabs the small roots of the tree that are used to lift fish that are as big as the palms of an adult. He stuck it high into the air as if this was his catch.
"Indo, look!"
"Don't be like that, you'll fall, son!" reproofing.
He smiled for a moment and then refocused on clothes that were not too much. Some of the cloth has already entered into a basket made by knitting coconut leaves. This is one knit from the hand of her husband, Jambe.
"Mr, let's run!!!" the impatient whine Saoda.
"Run?"
"Yes, run the tight one!"
Sunge. He shook his head to see and hear Saoda's will.
"Later you fall, boy!" reproofing.
Her voice was beautiful like a melodious flute, this was a sweet rebuke from a mother who did not want her child to be hurt.
"Well, are you ready to fly?" ask Jambe."
"Ready!!!" his yell.
"Then hold on tight!"
"Yes!!!" his cheers then he immediately hugged his Father's forehead tightly.
He laughed, but he was laughing. The sensation of being above height or on the shoulder of his Father already resembles a vehicle for him. No need to be tired of spending money to feel happiness. With his back, he can laugh.
"Have you?"
"Have it!!!" his screams further tightened his grip.
"One."
"Two."
"Three," the last count that was heard followed by a half-run step made Saoda grab softly Jambe's hair accompanied by the sound of laughter that managed to escape the little girl's lips.
"Be careful!" reprimand Sambe who is now squeezing the laundry cloth while occasionally he turned towards Saoda and also her husband.
He smiled with happiness at the beautiful sight. A small family full of happiness even though it is not rich. There was no throne they could be proud of, but they had a happy family.
If people say treasure is everything for happiness then it is wrong because Sambe has proven that treasure is not always a promise of happiness.
Living in the middle of a remote village that has not been fulfilled by the hands of the government such as the flow of electricity and so on has not been felt by the villagers.
Saoda laughed again as Jambe held onto Saoda's hands and stretched out his hands on both sides and ran back.
Saoda could feel the fresh air without any air pollution as if it was going into his lungs. Indeed, in this village the air is still very clean and cool, none of them villagers who have a motorbike or other vehicles, he said, just a mere and horse cart that is used as a means of transportation.
"Let's go home!" invite Sambe who is now lifting a basket that has been filled by several sheets of wet clothes to make droplets from the gap of the designer fall soaking the ground.
Saoda ran after being taken down by his Father. Grabbing and holding the finger of his hand while his right hand holds the finger of his Father tightly.
"Would we go home now?"