Since there were big trees around Huta Lama along sides the road, there were troops of monkeys lived there. This road, in the old time, used to connect Huta Lama and other villages closer to the mountain. Then, the road was mainly used to get to the farming areas since people no longer lived in those villages.
I didn't expect it at all, that my sister and I, had to run away back toward the village to escape from those monkeys! No. I thought, we would be just fine, we could walk through. We had walked that way several times, often with our dogs and sometimes with mom.
Usually, those monkeys staying at a huge Banyan tree, at the west side, about 20 meters from the road. We used to feel just alright seeing them at the tree.
However, that day, many of the monkeys were hanging out at a Motung tree just by the road we walked through. You could even touch the tree when walking through.
Once my sister and I were closed the Motung Tree, a troop of monkeys on that tree were staring at us. They did stare at us. I had no idea what was exactly in their mind. Did they have any planning to do? Did they think that they could catch me and my sister and took us up to the big and high tree?
At first, I said to my sister, "Let's just walk through. We should be fine!"
Well, the closer we were to the tree, the more intense the monkeys staring at us. There were many of them with different sizes. Some of them were as big as myself, some were as big as my sister. Remember, we were still at our elementary years, my sister and I. We were little kids.
We could also notices the present of little monkeys amongst that troop. They were staring at us, but what scared us the most was, the stare of the big ones amongst them.
They didn't move yet, but the way they stared at us was more than enough to make me taking a quick action, to run away back to where we came from, so not to walk pass the monkeys.
I was in fear, what if the monkeys were running behind us? After a while of running, we both stopped. We looked behind, no monkeys. Good. We sat. We were out of breath, we needed to catch up breathing again.
What a miracle! After a few minutes, I heard the sound my dad's motorcycle from far away. Soon, he was going to find us both. I did know exactly the sound of my dad's motorcyle. Oh yes! That's for sure! 100%.
