Love in the Rice FieldsThe sun was coyly peeking from the sky when we made our descent on the path leading to Ka Teryo’s rice paddies. We caught up with Ka Albina, with her daughter Nati and her niece Pilang in tow. The three carried baskets of food and utensils on their head.
“Your Ka Teryo won’t join us. He’s having an attack of severe rheumatism,” Ka Albina explained. “Were it not for the fact that our rice paddies are on low ground, we would have postponed asking for help to plow the field. It’s not the same without your Ka Teryo to supervise it.”
“Does it matter?” I replied. “Ka Ipyong and Fermin are both here.”
“How many did you ask, Ka Albina?” Ore asked. “There are only six of us who’re here.”
“Ipyong says around twenty can make it.”
Pakito looked over his shoulders and spoke
