Such beautiful yellow green. Small birds fly freely here and there. The wind blows not too hard, not as strong as the wind off the coast, like an intangible receptionist greeting visitors warmly. He brushed away the tiredness and tiredness that was scattered in his mind due to activities in the office all day. It's really a sight that is hard to find, even in the city, it doesn't exist anymore. The more you look at her, the more beautiful she becomes. Not to mention that it was made even more beautiful by the distinctive blue color in the sky which was so bright that it was accompanied by the gleam of light from the last rays of the sun that afternoon. A middle-aged man was seen wearing a round hat with the top forming a rather wide cone covering his head. The hat that people usually know as the "Pak Tani" hat. The man was bowing. I don't know what he's doing. Maybe he's cleaning his rice paddies. It's not very clear, because it is in the middle of rice fields. He bowed for a very long time as if he never tired. Maybe because he was driven by enthusiasm. Moreover, the rice will soon be ready to be harvested. "Salute Mr. Farmer," I said to myself.
I directed my gaze back to the fairly wide expanse of rice fields. There was a group of women seen on the edge of the rice fields. They wore the same hats that "Pak Tani" had worn earlier. They looked like a family. Their togetherness was very warm, accompanied by laughter. They were walking while carrying used sacks that had been torn. Each sack they brought contained vegetables. You can see they are carrying kale. All I know is kale. I didn't have time to ask them because I had to continue my journey home. My watch shows 17.35. I have to continue my journey home because I will break my fast at home.
The short story above is a glimpse of what the author saw when on his way to his house in the village, he stopped at a stretch of rice fields. It was Saturday afternoon at 17.15. I stopped for a moment when I was called by the beautiful view of the rice fields with a combination of golden green and yellow colors that afternoon. The rice is starting to appear to have reached its maturity. Maybe it's just a matter of days before the rice will be harvested. The view was very calming. This is in stark contrast to the conditions in the city where there is so much congestion, pollution, and crowded motor vehicles. Hopefully views like this will remain forever. Don't let him become a victim of the devastating current of urbanization.
