How Beautiful are Our Days when We Do not Have too Many Gadgets in Our Hands
This story reminds the generation + 40 of the ages that tell their descendants of a simple, natural life and little deception around us. Too many gadgets in our hands have stifled the lives of today’s generation of children, making them less social and less caring about their friends. With narratives from the past, we can give our children education or social life in society.
At that time it was about three months before the month of Ramadan was due in our kampong (village). 2 persons, namely MOTHER and CHILD, suddenly appeared in my school on a sunny morning. Later, the boy was a new student in my school.
In Green village, people were so stirred, especially for kids were like my age.
I tried to look at this new friend, who was not thin in stature and not too fat. He loved to smile and his dimples appeared on his face. And his yellow skin looked like an olive fruit. I was really happy to look at him. Which made our friends laugh and scream because this new student had a smooth head.
We were in the classroom and there was a son, the village head, his name was Amran. He was very cheerful at every opportunity and every morning Amran was always escorted by a servant. Amran had a thick body and curly hair. His accomplishments were very great, plus Amran was naturally very generous. He liked to share food and money with his friends. He was very influential. Amran could lead the whole small army in Green Kampong village, but Amran was not a good character trait because he always liked to annoy or insult his friends.
“My name is James, I come from Limbang”
“My father is English and my mother is Limbangese”.
My classmate in the class started confused at that time. English was only taught in secondary school. And in primary school, we only learned Malay or Indonesian. And at that time, our teacher translated into our language.
“The father is the intruder,” Amran shouted from the back seat. Then he turned to us. “Right? We do not want to be friends with him, mam?”
Amran resumed the conversation. Since everyone was silent, Amran became louder again.
Aminah’s teacher just smiled as she tried to ban the loud voices of the children in the class. The teacher asked James to continue telling a story.
Then James began to tell that he and his mother had moved to Green Kampong at the request of his uncle who lived in the village of the city-state .
Since then, his name James was changed to Pancul (as slippery as the tip of a pencil). James never protested. Besides, he would rub his head . . . . And his play was such that we laughed aloud. Then James ran home across the wide meadows, into the green village.
There was a time when we made everyone laugh and shout out loud, and it was like this: when we finished reciting the Qur’an in the mosque, we would usually sit on the mosque’s porch, the others would play ball, hide and seek, we would also read books, like the religious teacher’s lesson.
Our activities became chaotic when James showed up with his goods .
Our activities became chaotic when James showed up with his wares.
“Pancakes. Would anyone like to buy them? One cent, they are still warm”
“So this is the kid from Britain who speaks the white man’s language, “ Amran said, starting to get excited.
“Siti. Give me my money,” he ordered his companion. He beckoned to her aide, who sometimes sat on the terrace of the mosque. As usual, his servant waited and hurried to Amran.
“I buy them all. I just wanted to let you know that I am a rich man in the village.
“Wow, great.” replied James suddenly.
“What?” exclaimed Amran and gave James the money, then he made a quick hand gesture and took the package from James’ hand.
‘My friends, what is going on here?
Holding the cake in his hands, Amran shared the cake and distributed it to all his friends in the courtyard of the mosque. We were all happy, but this was bitter.
Amran ordered us to throw the cake out of our hands.
“This cake, it’s so strange. “, Then throw it away.
James’ face turned pale and we felt so sorry for him. His head was sweaty and shiny more. In such a scene, his eyes remain clear, sparkling and glistening. My goodness, what mistakes did James make? None at all. He was like a marble almost broken by Amran and us.
“Go. “Do not sell here, you know we are all rich in Green Village,” Amran shouted even louder. At that moment, we were all honestly surprised by Amran’s seriousness too.
My friends, why did Amran really hate James?
I guessed — such a story as the one below;
Ever since James had moved into our school, Amran knew the lessons well. We can still remember how James answered very quickly in a maths competition. He answered many times. Our teachers were surprised to see him. Amran was jealous because he was afraid of losing his champion. And so it happened that James came first in our classes that season.
Intelligence was replaced by James.
Also, there was a rumour in Green Village that James was a good boy, cultured and devoted to his mama. James was very smart in school. James is very strong. And always cheerful.
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Three days have passed since then, we stayed at school and played in the courtyard of the mosque, we did it as usual when we finished the Ashar prayer, until the Maghrib prayer, James sold cakes in Kampong, and when the sun mostly set, he appeared at the mosque in Green Kampong.
It has been a few days since Amran was not with us. There was a story that Amran had a fever. James and his mother rushed home from the mosque after Isha prayer.
The teacher Aminah was also just coming home from Amran’s house and they met in the front yard of Amran’s house.
“Assalamu Alaikum?” James opened the door of the house.
“Walaikum Mussalam.”
The leader of the village replied politely. He said, “Amran would be happy to meet you. For some time now, he has been telling his mother and me that he has a new friend in school who is white, funny and smart in school too.
James was so happy to hear that but Amran who was lying on his bed was so afraid to eavesdrop the conversation otherwise James would reveal all the events.
Amran was very surprised when James suddenly appeared at the door of his room.
‘The fever has gone down,’ James said, acting like a doctor. Amran was silent and kept quiet.
James started to tell that we felt so lonely since Amran was not in school because Amran’s shouts were missing, and he also told that the football players were so lost because no one could replace Amran as an attacker in our teams.
Amran was so excited and happy to hear that, and he was so touched when he saw the sincerity of James’ story.
“Forgive?”
“What do you mean?”
“No problem, I forgive.”
They then giggled, laughed and all went to the guest room.
Since then, James and Amran have become inseparable friends, meaning that if there’s Amran, there’s James.
We have even seen Amran accompany James selling pancakes at Green Village.
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