I am proud to be the son of a farmer. maybe it's a basic word that describes me really. living in a village far from urban areas. from the age of 8 years, while it was still in grade 3 my elementary school began to be directed to go down the paddock and become a shepherd
with a very hard education, we as a child must follow what is taught by parents. this is for the good of his son in the future. from the age of 8 years I have to kesawah every day. and the day off must cut the grass for the buffalo. I continued my work until I was 23 years old. but the school remains the priority of the father
when it occurred to the mind to no longer be a farmer. I should automatically find another job. and at the age of 24 I worked at the Bank.
now, the age has 40 years. miss going farming start to overshadow this life. and finally I try to farm. I try to plant papaya
with the spirit and still the soul of farmers. finally successfully planted honey pepaya. with a small field I planted 700 stems of papaya honey.
because it still lacks experience in papaya. I learned from friends who have done it and information from the internet. but experience is the best science. so for the first stage the result is still not stable. there yabg already bear fruit and still there are still small trunk
however, this will not make me break up. will continue to try until one day the result will be maximized
in this garden. I also make a freshwater fish pond. such as tilapia, gourami and catfish. the focus is not to sell. but to be cooked with friends for the sake of togetherness
because it is our habit, on holiday together keluasga and friends. we gather to enjoy the natural unspoiled nature of the village, free from pollution and certainly not forget to cook and eat together in the garden
vegetable coconut milk or in aceh language called sauce leumak and sour starfruit shrimp and salted fish is our favorite eating garden. Hehehe
that's a glimpse of today's story. describes the bottom of being a farmer is very cool.