That old man seat at the corner on the chair with the cigarette in hands, once he inhale the cigarette and puffing it to the air. Nene Ama, a called for my grandfather in my village, Pongkalaero. He is about 70 years old, spend time to the mosque, furthermore just at the around forest adge to find compound natural madicine to himself, find bamboo root to make Parang Spadix.
Sometimes when i visit him, he still ask when i finished my study in unversity, but i just answer i'll finished in near future. Once he tell his experience smugling copra from Sulawesi to Sangkapura (now Singapore), how he jailed with his friends there. I can imagine how is feel to be prisoner...how confined in a dark room, you have to pee nearby the place you have to sleep.
He tell a story when he was youngman in Taliabu Island,Maluku. Spend all day work as coconut climber. it was a long time ago when he not yer met Nene Ina. an old women who like iron who now just spend her time in the kithen, mosque. I remember when i was a child, every years open shifting agriculture on the mountain there. i called her, an iron girl with 6 child,also my mother.
In this cold environment, i have 3 jacket, but i just bring here to Sulawesi a jacket. and how pity Nene Ama not have even one. None of his child try to buy him, they have forget to him, dozed with their own family. Of course this not include my Mama as their child, everytime she bring them victual.Really pity my Nene Ama, how i just bring one!!!when i back to Java this, i promise when i go home i will bring him one...i promise that Nene Ama...