Ready to Plant

Soon the rice plant will grow on this muddy field. The ground has been ready. Water is really required to plant the rice.
The field is located around the fishing place in Kampung Katulampa (Bogor, West Java,Indonesia). I forgot to bring camera, I just used camera on mobile phone.

My entry for Watery Wednesday

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Fresh Fish to Your Door

I seldom buy fish and prawns in the market or store. I usually get it from this vendor. The quality isn’t bad at all. Unfortunately, as Sunday has become our fishing day, I must say to him several times that I already have enough fish for half week ahead.

Fish is a healthy food. Do you like eating fish? How do you get it? Is there a fish vendor like this in your place?

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Begging Face

A cat was nearing us while we’re eating at a restaurant. A hungry cat, I guess. Then the cat ate what we ate. After a while, she/he left us. I think the cat was already full. This cat has beautiful eyes, right?

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CC: I Cried a River

I share the continuing of my last week story: When I thought It was Over. After my father got very angry with us, I remembered that at night, I can’t sleep at all and cried a river for hours. My head and heart was full of negative emotions and minds. It was one sad night at September, 2001.

To answer Liz question, I can say here that we weren’t young couple; both of us were 29 years old. It’s not our age that made my father angry.

I was feeling so sad and hopeless. I missed my mother so much; as she had passed away two years before (in 1999). I knew that my late mother blessed our relationship since she met Rofi in his dream and she gave her blessing to us. After my mother died, there were only two of us at home, me and my father. I promised to myself to always accompany my father. I thought Rofi was the right man for me as he was willing to live with me and my father at the same house.

That’s why I felt so disappointed with my father. Not only disappointed, but also shocked. I didn’t want to confront with my father straightly but I still wanted to state my disagreement with him. I still did the home chores and served food for my father as usual; but I avoid communicating with him. It happened for about three months. Can you imagine how quiet the house was? There were only two of us at home, but we didn’t talk each other. I was in my protest!

For those three months, I still met Rofi once in a while; but we always met outside. He always convinced me that we had a strong love. All we had to do was more patient. I’ll continue this story next week; you’ll know how my father can finally accept our relationship.

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