A/N: Hi, I'm back! Don't shoot! Here's next chapter! Just to make it clear Sri is aJavanese, Sundanese, and Balinese goddess of rice and fertility.
Dewi Sri
The old rice farmer sat crouched in the rice field. He tried to find anything alive at all. The rice field was withered and dry.
The farmer stood up and sighed. He had a wife and three children. He was getting old and he was tired and hungry. He shook his head and cursed everything and everybody.
"Curse the rice! Curse the field! And curse the goddess Sri!" He yelled. The field was quiet and still dry, a gust of wind made the withed field bow.
A woman appeared in front of him, out of nowhere. She didn't say anything, she just looked at him.
The farmer just wanted to yell at her and make her go away, but he didn't have the heart to do it. She was young and had big green eyes. Her hair was very long and black as night. She was dressed in an orange dress that went to her knees. She also wore jewelry around her neck. Her jewelry made her look rich.
Guess she never felt hungry in her whole life, the farmer thought.
"You are doing it wrong," she said simply.
The old farmer eyed her.
"Pardon?" He asked.
"You heard me," she said with her monotone voice.
"Who are you to tell me how to do my job?" He asked annoyed.
"I'm just a stranger with an advice," she said.
"And what would that advice be, my dear?" He said and chuckled.
What could a rich woman know about rice? He thought.
"Love," she said.
She crouched down. The old farmer looked confused at her. She picked up a withered rice corn and studied it.
"It isn't enough to just harvest it, you have to love it. It is this field that gives you life."
She stood up and handed him the rice corn.
In his hands it turned green. The farmer looked baffled at it and laughed. He was just about to ask the mysterious woman how she did it, but she was gone.
Not much of an advice, he mumbled to himself, but he did as she had suggested. After two weeks of constant loving and caring of the rice field it looked green and fresh again.
His family rarely saw him much after that, he used most of his time in the field. He followed the advice until he died. He died in the rice field; he died in what he used to call his paradise.
He wasn't certain who the woman was, but he had his suspicions.
A/N: A little different perhaps from the other chapter, what do you think. By the way do you have suggestions for the next goddess?
