"Run...run...run...!" I said to my sister. We both run back toward the village as fast as we could. Oh dear...!
That was scary! ***
Let me tell you, my sister and I were walking to our farm in Sidompak. This area is next to Simarjarunjung Mountain.
Our parents, mom and dad, and also our little brother, were all in that farm.
My sister and I went to school in the morning. Then, we got home, changing our school uniform, ate our lunch. Soon, we both needed to walk to our farm in Sidompak.
We also had a farm in another area called Simarbangsi, which was at the opposite direction of Sidompak. Simarbangsi was in the west, Sidompak was in the east. That's why, in order for us to go to Sidompak, we got to stop at home since we must passed the village in order to get to this farming area.
On that particular day, after leaving our home, my sister and I walked. After a while, we reached an area called Huta Lama, literally means, Old Village. True, it was usually a neighborhood in the old time, but then, in more than three decades later on, this village has been empty. All the villagers moved away to different places.
This Huta Lama rather turned into a forest-like with several big trees growing sporadicly. Some of the villagers from different neighborhoods still had their farms in this area since they inherited the land from their family, from the previous generations who once lived there.
Well, now and then, it was a common scene for me seeing monkeys bringing all kind of crops up to the trees where they stayed.
It was not that my sister and I, went through Huta Lama on a daily basis, after school. No. Often, we went directly to Simarbangsi right away after finishing our classes.
