Hullabaloo in the Guava Orchard:Empathetic Task

Language B- Rolla Tyas AmaliaGrade 11

I’m sick of all these things. I’m sick of my life, I’m sick of all people that come to me asking for stupid

advices, I’m sick of my father that taking economical advantages from me, and most of all…..even though I like

the monkeys, they are beautiful living things, but these monkeys had threatened me literally to leave the most

peaceful place in this world, this guava orchard. They had been hanging around my guava tree for quite a long

time with their ‘drunk attitude’. If these monkeys do not leave, my father will threaten me to come down from

this guava orchard.

I don’t want to leave this tree. This is my only home. I can only been sleeping here, without any noises

that I heard everyday from my resentment family when they are sleeping. They are all sleep like a ‘vibrated

giant’. How can they expect me to have a nice rest while they roared like a vibrated giant that sleeping in a cave?

Every night I’ve always went up to the roof to find peaceful and watched Shahkot through the nights. I can’t

bare them, they do not think of anyone else when they are sleeping, even my mother, whom I love the most, had

forgotten me in sleep. My mother and I, we are often to have the same perspective. That is why I love her the

most. She told me that she had been struggling from strange and strong hunger when she was pregnant of me,

which makes me love her even more. She cooks well too. She is a creative person when it comes to cooking.

Lately, she crossed the thresholds into an obsession, scouring the hills and mountains for herbs, vegetation and

animals to cook. She’s not like my stupid father who only cares about money for living. I’m tired of him asking

me to find another job for living when I lost my job at the post office as a stupid clerk. Well, it’s not stupid

though. From that, I can ‘learned’ each of Shahkot’s people’s life that helps me through these entire

consultations with Shahkot’s people who thought me as a holistic man in a tree. They all were calling me ‘baba’.

I don’t really like Shahkot’s people. Before, they always concerned about me how to life my live and put a low

expectation on me to be a successful man, but now they are coming to my tree almost everyday asking me for

wise advices for their problems.

There is this one man that often come to my tree to asked questions that most of them are hard to

answer. I’ve tried to avoid him but he always found ways to met me ‘face to face’. This man told me that he’s

doing research on something, but he did not tell me what it is. I don’t care about that, but he charmed me the

most from all of the visitors that ever came to my tree by his rare questions. I know that sometimes my answers

make sense and some don't, but they have the ring of truth, so the pilgrims are might be satisfied of my

answers. The point is I don’t want to leave this tree and live a normal boring life, like my father expected me to.

These monkeys need to get rid of my tree. The CMO, DC, and my father (he doesn’t care about me, he cares

about the wealth that might be lost when a time that I might should come down from my tree) are trying to get

rid of these monkeys and I hope they could be successful on that.