Larti hurriedly pulled up her housedress and walked briskly to the house of the owner of Lorondo's house to discuss an important matter with the richest man in Suka Village, a neighboring village of Satarara, 15 km from her village. After dismounting from the bicycle she had been riding with her eldest child, Lincan.
"Mom, where are we going? It's already this late," Lincan asked tiredly, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
"Stop asking questions! Just come with me!" Larti snapped impatiently. "This is an important matter!"
The road to the owner of Lorondo's house was so steep and slippery that Larti was forced to dismount for fear of slipping. Her child walked behind her, holding the bicycle, afraid of slipping and falling into the gaping ravine beside the road.
"Mom, be careful, the road is slippery!" Lincan warned, carefully guiding the bicycle.
"Yes, yes! Be careful too! Hold on to the bicycle firmly!" Larti replied, occasionally glancing back to make sure her son was okay.
