at Lawang, Canggu, and at Pematang Siantar/the first used to be my playground
with gigantic volcanic stones (which Arjuna randomly vomitted, sprinkling the valley near my Anno Domini 1910 house), emprit finches, and rare-and-long-awaited genjer/soo curious i couldnt rest until i found one (I begged Mami to tell her experience eating the unlikely vegetable)
my rock: my daydreaming place (i remember one day Dion and I played there, surprisingly we
managed to stay clean of the mud--well once i dipped my legs in the muddy banks with kak Lexi--and we skipped Friday school which was LBTC's prelude to Sunday school)
the small irrigating rivers/the fresh mud farmers mounted to block waters/string beans vines--which made me remember of palawija/the muddy banks/the hike to Polaman
the eels and green frogs papi brought home after some nights/protein source addition (love you, pi!)
and thank God, I never had any encounter with snakes.
Canggu's is similar to Lawang's/If I just walked the diagonal lines, crossing the pematangs, i would found home
dont remember if Yohan and I walked through it after visiting Angel at Pak Simon's house
love rice fields near ladang at my opungs'/spacious, flatlands, herons, fishes
poisonous cassavas, jengkol trees/aunt Siti and cousins
miss those rice fields much!
[trinadtsat-vosem-dvesyaci-sem]
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