The wall clock shows seven o'clock in the morning, I went to the fish shelter to buy fresh shrimp, to cook at home, the fishermen just returned to the sea in the morning with the results they got to sell to the reservoir.
fishermen are willing to leave their beloved families at home at night to go to sea looking for shrimp as income, sail the seas off the Malacca strait, under the night dew even if the rain wets a cold body, but all for the sake of their beloved family at home.
The life of fishermen depends on the catch they get, sometimes they get a lot of results, sometimes the results are disappointing.
The catch is immediately sold to collectors at market prices on the same day, but the shrimp that are obtained first are separated according to the size and type of shrimp obtained before being weighed by the collector.
it's eight o'clock in preparation for work to carry out routine activities on weekdays, rushing to take a shower and have breakfast, the cell phone rings, the phone from a friend is waiting at the coffee shop to go to work together to geurudong pase.
At 8.30 am ready to leave and meet friends at the coffee shop who are waiting, after arriving at the coffee shop we immediately went to work together, because the time was late and it was a long journey across the hills and residents' plantations.
At 9.45 we just arrived at the puskesmas, because we had to stop for a while at Mr. Geuchik Darussalam's house, there were things to talk about our monthly activities in the countryside.
