Raffy was already awake at five in the morning, because he was going to set fire to the charcoal he would deliver later to his suki in town. Even if he is alone in life, he still works hard to put food on the table. Now he is getting up early to go to the farm.

"Good morning, Raffy," Mang Roger greeted him when they met on the road.

"The same goes for you, Mang Roger. How is your rice?" he asked.

"It's OK. The fruit is ripe and can be harvested. Go, so you can have rice afterwards," answered the old man and patted his shoulder.

"Sure. No problem....