By :
Siti Hajar
"Attention, please!" Miss Salsa stood at the front of Grade 3, Islamic Elementary School.
"Today, we are going to visit Pak Jamal’s goat cage. Please stay orderly throughout the trip. I, Miss Salsa, along with Mr. Farid, will guide you there."
Karina, Dianda, Jamal, and their classmates listened attentively to Miss Salsa's instructions. She looked sporty in her pink long dress paired with sneakers. Everyone admired her kind and friendly demeanor. Mr. Farid, their sports teacher, also joined the trip. He looked cool and assertive, but his attention was suddenly drawn to Wira, who was bothering Liya.
"Liya, you brought so many snacks! Can I have a little? I’m very hungry," Wira asked, his eyes on her lunchbox
Noticing the situation, Mr. Farid approached them. "What’s going on here, Liya?" he asked.
"Wira, Sir. He’s hungry and asking for some food," Liya replied nervously.
Mr. Farid smiled. "Be patient, Wira. It’s only 10 o’clock when we’ll have our break time."
"But I forgot to bring my lunchbox, Sir," Wira said with a sad face.
The whole class laughed. There was always something funny about Wira!
"Alright, everyone, focus now!" Miss Salsa said, resuming her explanation about the field trip.
When they arrived at Pak Jamal’s goat cage, they were greeted warmly by Pak Jamal himself. Despite being an elderly farmer, he had an energetic and lively demeanor. Every day, he worked tirelessly in his goat pen, which was located right next to his house. He wore his signature cowboy hat, making him look like a character straight out of a storybook.
"Welcome, children!" Pak Jamal said with a big smile. "Come in, come in! Ask me anything you want to know about my goats."
Karina raised her hand eagerly. "Why do you have so many goats, Pak Jamal?"
Pak Jamal chuckled. "Well, I’ve been raising goats for many years. I sell some of them for meat and milk. Acehnese people love kuah beulangong, you know!"
Dianda chimed in. "Why don’t you let them roam free, Pak?"
"If I let them loose," he explained, "they might get lost or eat things they shouldn’t, like plants in the neighbors' gardens.
Keeping them here helps me take good care of them."
"What do they eat, Pak Jamal?" Wira asked, looking curious.
"They love grass, leaves, and sometimes special goat feed I prepare for them. Feeding them well keeps them healthy and strong," he replied enthusiastically.
The children listened with wide eyes as Pak Jamal patiently answered every question. They admired his dedication to his goats and enjoyed the stories he shared about his life as a farmer.
At the cage, Karina and her friends got the chance to drink fresh goat milk. Pak Jamal was very kind and gave each of them a small glass. Wira, who had been complaining about his hunger earlier, forgot all about it after drinking the milk.
"Wow, this milk is so fresh and delicious," Wira said, smiling. "I feel full now!"
"Goat milk is really good for our health, especially when it’s fresh," Dianda added.
However, not everyone shared the same enthusiasm. Liya hesitated as she held her glass. "I don’t really like the smell," she said softly to Karina.
Karina encouraged her. "But it’s very healthy, Liya. Just give it a try!"
Despite her initial reluctance, Liya decided to take a small sip. The taste was unfamiliar, but she kept trying. Slowly but surely, she finished her glass.
"I still don’t like the smell," Liya admitted, "but I know this is good for me. I’m glad I tried it!"
The children returned home with many stories from their trip to Pak Jamal’s goat cage.
Miss Salsa and Mr. Farid so happy because the children very enthusiastic to follow their activities.
"Alhamdulillah, we feel so lucky to have had this experience," Karina and Dianda said together. "We hope Pak Jamal stays healthy and that his goats continue to thrive."
They come home with a lot of fun stories.
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