KARMA



Written by :


M. Kamil




ONE

The fog enveloped a hamlet still filled with trees, a village still very remote from other villages, although the village is not so left behind. The coolness of the trees felt so much, so the coolness seemed to pierce the heart, through the blast of wind that hit the body.
The dawn Azan has just passed, clearly heard the flow of the river flowing so swiftly, and it is true that there are still many streams and swamps, the duddlers here to eat more fish, or with a net to get more fish.
Livelihoods in this village are mostly farmers, many are looking for fish, sometimes women weave cloth or some make a mat, although there are also people who work as government employees, but very few. Although this village is still not very backward, but the children just want to school must walk up to five kilometers next village.
There was a mother in the darkness, but the morning cold and still darkness of nature, did not make herself lazy, she triggered herself to get up from her bed, in the drowsiness, because she realized that in this household , she as mother and also as her father from her only child of the puppets, her husband has long died, she is now a beautiful widow.
There was a loud crowing rooster, the sound of birds chanting each other, near the house, in a village called Kasa village, located in the district of Ogan Ilir, belonging to South Sumatra.
Visible to a mother who stepped slowly, she headed to the bear river behind her house, although it looked dark but because it was obligatory for her still he live with excitement, because in that place, as a place to bathe, wash, also water to eat and drink, because the water is still clear and clear. For there is no dark vision except the dark heart.
It is a routine for the residents of this village everyday, a village that is far from the reach of other villagers, therefore sometimes other places are very slowly received their information, only those who own the television know the information, and even the outside information is not information about the area around them.
Slowly the sky began to come outuk red nan, the sun seems to be starting to rise, but it was cold still covering the body, in the morning already looks busy doing by Siti, he had just washed cassava aka cassava, because that's what they can make breakfast morning for them. Because the cassava is indeed their plants that are near the house, as well as they plant it in their plantation area, because it also can support the financial in the household Siti, in addition to planting rice, if the rice is their staple crop. In addition there are also chili plants, as well as other vegetables.
"Ujang, wake up son!" Shouted Siti to his only child, who is very in his affection, because his son was also eager to live this life, even though he is a mother but doubles as a father.
Moving slowly the boy, Ujang casually sit first, then then he came out of the mosquito net, after that stand slowly, took the towel, he then with the body that bare round it, trotted to the river not far from his house .
Though he actually descended the house on stilts, which of course descended the stairs, because he was used to it, so he no longer hesitated down the steps of the stilt house, even in a state of jogging.
Arriving at the flowing river water, Ujang just jump into the river, because it was so usual he did, since he was a good swimmer, there are also many mothers who began to arrive to bathe and also wash at the edge of the river .
He swam in the river with his nerves, and there Ujang swam, really good at swimming, then took his sabbath to clean his body, then he swam back.
For a moment Ujang then headed to the mainland, he then picked up the box of his sabu, and Ujang slowly walked towards home, because in rasakanya is enough for him for this morning. The journey to go home also he jogged. Sometimes he whistled with joy.
After he was in his house, he immediately wore a modest outfit, of course his clothes a little shabby but clean, and still worth to use, although the clothes for the rich certainly not in use anymore. After he dressed, he was in the dress which of course sometimes still in help by his mother.
"Ujang, you eat yam also there is a gore mother