I ate my lunch as quick as I could. Done.
"Inang, are you ready? I am done eating. Let's go", I said to Inang while putting my plate in a bucket.
We both walked out of the house and locked the door.
"Your dad is busy today. He already said to me that he is not going to pick us up from Simarbangsi", said Inang while we both kept on walking.
"No problem, Inang. We can walk".
"Well, you are right. We better finish picking coffee beans early since we get to bring it to Parsikolahan".
That's what we did especially Inang. Selling her fresh coffee beans to Tulang J. in a village, Parsikolahan. Sometimes, when my dad could make it, he would come to the farm to pick Inang up from the farm, in the evening. That day, he couldn't.
Most of the time, during my school years at elementary school, I was the only one whom Inang could trust to harvest her coffee beans together with her.
You must know how to harvest coffee beans! Pick the beans one by one in quick motion. Don't pick its bunch altogether since if you do, you destroy its upcoming beans to grow at the same spot. There is a high probability that new-beans grow at that spot again if you know how to handle it. If you don't, that probability is quite low to almost none.
That was one of the reasons why Inang preferred to only ask me to work with her harvesting her coffee bean. She also could remind me again and again on how to do the harvesting in a correct way.
During my childhood, even before I started my elementary school, I already worked, now and then, at Inang's coffee garden. I was paid according to the volume of the bean I collected, either by kilogram or using local measurement such as tumba.
