Red Bearded White

Blessing day was the word that came out of my mouth after I saw the performance of my parents who had worked hard toil on the farm and the proof that effort never betrays results. Even though I work against their status as a farmer while I work in the office sector but I always support them to continue the tradition of grinding on black soil where their feet are.

I am proud of my parents because with their efforts I was able to succeed in the world of education and it was obtained from the results of their hoe in the muddy and dry land. I always admonish them not to do this work anymore because they are already in their twilight condition or old age has begun to cover the lives of my parents but their words always make my heart beat because apparently agriculture is a tradition that they will never leave. they always tell me that if they don't go to the farm they will get sick this may be due to habits since they were little like how hard it is for a smoker to remove a cigarette from his mouth.

Because a few days ago I received information that the head office of the institution was distributing circulars to always apply health protocols, so we as leaders and members scheduled office hours and from this morning I did not enter the office with this regulation I was determined to go to the field to see the two people. My parents harvest shallots that are ready to be harvested because they are of the right age.

The sky looks bright but raindrops fall from the sky but can't block my way to the farm fields full of green grass and agricultural crops. When I got there it was like someone greeted me when I saw the green grass so much as if to say welcome to the farm paradise where you grew up, I was jolted with my own imagination when my eyes saw my parents like playing looking for something behind the green grass .

They use raincoats to protect them from falling water from the sky. I saw that among the beds that had been wrapped in green grass, there were red bottom fruit that had been collected and a white sack filled with quite a lot of red fruit. I'm speechless because this is proof that my parents were still productive in producing good fruit in their old age. This view of mine makes me think that while my parents are old but are still struggling in life, especially since I'm still young, should I stop struggling in life?

I kept walking behind the grass on the bed and I saw the red onion still planted in the ground but the fruit was starting to come out as if the fruit was saying hello friend, are you going to pull me out of this black soil? My mind has become ridiculous as my imagination keeps playing with this red fruit field which is so attractive and captivating.

Until my trip to the last bed with a pile of red onions greeted me I brought my eyes closer to see and apparently the size of the fruit varies, some are small and large and some are close to each other. Shallots are a kitchen spice that is often used for cooking and it is delicious to use it in various dishes.

I am very grateful to God because this agricultural produce makes my parents smile and I may not be able to repay their every kindness. Shallots have turned their hearts into shining red symbolizing the endless struggle of life until the time comes to pick them up.