Bluk! Bluk! Bluk!

(Muharam: 18)

Mr. Saeful harvests rice. Unfortunately, the hired rice thresher didn't come. Bima became sad. "Don't be sad, we just use the traditional way," said Mr. Saeful with a smile. Then, Mr. Saeful looked for coconut leaf midrib.

"Now, call Mr. Jaya to help us! " Bluk! Bluk! Bluk! Mr. Jaya and Mr. Saeful beat the piles of rice with coconut leaves. The rice grains fall out and are ready to dry in the sun. "Every little heps!" (*)