Harvesting Coffee Beans with Inang
"Inang, wait till I get home!" I said to my grandma before going to school that morning. I was at my 4th grade and my class was going to be done at around 1:00 pm.
"Alright, I sure will", said Inang, "I always do what we both agree on, don't I?" It made me feel good, knowing that Inang would be home. She always did what we both agreed on.
The night before, she and I already decided that we both were going to Simarbangsi. My dad and my mom needed to work at our farm in Sidompak those days. They needed to prepared the ground to plant ginger. It was a lot of work. My parents hired some of our neighbors to help out at that farm.
Simarbangsi is a farming area of the villagers up to now. It locates at the west side of the village. While Sidompak, also a farming area but at the opposite direction. It locates at the east side. Not only folks from Urung Panei have their farms there but also folks from the neighboring villages.
At that time when I was at my 4th grade, my parents just started to farm in Sidompak. Our farm in Simarbangsi belonged to my paternal grandparents, some part of it was under my dad's care, the only one who stayed in the village out of all his siblings.
Once my class finished that day, I rushed to go home, knowing that Inang was waiting for me.
"Eat your lunch", said Inang after I was done changing my school uniform with my everyday outfit to work at the farm.
"Yes Inang," I replied, walking to the kitchen to get a plate. I scooped some rice into my plate. It was still hot. Sigambiri-rice, our particular kind of staple. We planted the grain, sigambiri-paddy, at our farm. Mom cooked mujahir today! Nice! Also, she made my favorite pounding cassava leaf with rimbang!