(This is a story based on my own experience when I was at 5th grade, elementary school, in Urung Panei, North Sumatra).Â
No school today. Holidays. In a month, I will be in my new class, 5th grade.
"Go take care our buffalo, Nang", said my dad.
"Yes Dad", I say, as I start walking out side to the corner of our house to find my boots.
This morning, as usual, is cold. The temperature is around 16 degrees Celcius.
The sun is just rising at the east side of our village, above the tip of the mountain, Simajarunjung. It spreads its magnificent golden rays to the whole area as far as I can see. Its expanse light is still soft at this early hour, not yet enough to warm me up.
I need my jacket too. I already put on my long pants. All my stuffs that I need to put on to go tethering our buffalos are in this corner.
During school holidays, my dad relies on me to tethering our two buffalos, Komo and Kimi. Komo is a male and Kimi is a female.
Taking with me two rolls of buffalo ropes, I walk toward where Komo and Kimi are, at the back of our house. They notice that I am coming. Both of them are already standing up. During the night, buffalos spend most of their time sitting on the ground while chewing their food they collect during the day.
