Hi Friends. Today I made a short story about a human child who missed fireflies when he was a child in his hometown.
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That night, the human child who was always filled with curiosity lost one of his curiosity. That night he saw fireflies, flying in fear trying to avoid humans with the flash of a cellphone that was always held everywhere.
"Humans why change for the worse." Maybe in the heart, the firefly said so
"Finally I saw a firefly." From the tone of his voice, the human child was very happy to see a firefly that was almost extinct in his time
But the joy of the human child dimmed when all he saw was one firefly flying without a friend. "Isn't he lonely?." He tried to approach even though the firefly rose and disappeared
A moment of meeting, a moment of farewell to the firefly. The human child will never know, will he be able to see the firefly again or not. Like where he lived, what was once a semi-city, has now gradually become a real city.
Fields become houses, rice fields become housing, rivers become swimming pools, and so on until there is little land left. Eyes lose long-distance vision, causing eyeglass sales everywhere.
The human child remembered his recent question, where did the animals that used to be his childhood friends go. Like butterflies, dragonflies, grasshoppers, birds that he doesn't know what kind and names.
"Will all of them end up like fireflies?" His curiosity raises the question "whether one day humans will be alone on earth, with nothing and only regret?"
He remembered when in front of his house it was still so scary with two bamboo trees that always collided, making a peaceful sound, a scary sound when the wind rain came. Now the bamboo tree has turned into a house.
"Is a man obligated to build a house out of his hard work?" He wonders, why is the measure of the success of a human child also judged by the house he lives in?
He feels that the forest must continue to exist, as well as the villages whose land is still wide, there is no need to aspire to become cities, so that life other than humans can still exist.
"Joko, did you add water to the rice?" He was called to check the condition of the rice, has it become rice or not?
While running the body, his head split in two "I miss the times of Eid dragonfly." He remembered that when he was little he had become a hunter, even though he was only a dragonfly hunter.
He caught a colorful dragonfly, he put it in a jar that he had punched holes in the hope that the dragonfly could survive even though it entered a narrow space. "I feel guilty." He feels, he has also taken part in the process of exterminating the dragonfly
The rice is cooked. Arranged flat on a banana leaf, salty instant noodles spill over it. Dinner at the Gunung Betung campground will be held soon. He lost his mind about fireflies, about dragonflies and friends. He concentrates on eating because for him it is a form of gratitude for God's endless blessings.
The lead image source: https://unsplash.com/photos/TY0wQIAdMQA
Thanks luna