The afternoon provides a good time for a stroll to enjoy the pristine countryside. At exactly 16:20 p.m., it would take me somewhere around the village on my beloved bicycle and instantly hear the rumbling of streams flowing in the water breaking through the rock and lulling themselves into silence and pausing to enjoy the natural river spirit. It reminds me of something that happened in the past. As a child, I often took this bicycle to escape my parents because I was told to go to school. It was a friend who was parked in front of the house so I picked it up and borrowed it. It was actually meant for women and we used to call it the widow's bike while we were tulent hehe men. We used to say that riding this bike was a ngondek hehe
Today we look back on our childhood cycles this afternoon in the very natural countryside, with the local customs and wisdom that survived. The soothing sounds of water together with a cool breeze sat on the bridge and remembered our childhood.
