Meeting "Inaq Jempol" at Sade
Under the cloudy sky, I was sitting in a blue bus that headed to Sade while reading a translated book about Russian literature that was pretty boring in the first and in the middle chapters. The stranger that sat next to me was occupied with his phone, talking loud in Indonesian. Rain seemed hold its drops, cloudy sky still up above when I arrived at Sade. When I went out from the bus, there couple of things looked more different from the first time I went there, such as the gate and some houses. They look much better since the roof was renewed. Next to the main gate, some men with their square motive sarong were chatting in Sasak on a gazebo. They looked absorbed and they paused their chatting when they saw me and the others. “Selamat Datang di Desa Sade” said one of them in thick Sasak accent. I gave him a gentle smile and walked on the path into the verdant wooden houses. In front of some houses, I found many girls and women were selling sarong, various accessorie