when the moon is all that left

waken by his father's morning cigarette he stared at the ceiling, still sleepy he tried to shut his eyes and ignore the crave of lighting a smoke himself
the next time he opened his eyes was by his father's thud on the bed. waking him up for their slow and cold journey to the rubber estate.
"wake up, go get the things. i'll be waiting outside." Tuku replied with a slight displeasure. "em.."
slothfully he got up from his bed and reached for the tobacco and the rolling leaves from his cupboard. he grind a couple of cloves and wrapped it together with the tobacco. He enjoyed his rolled cigarette religiously and his mind wonders until it was interrupted by his father's cry from outside calling his name.
"What took you?" Tuku showed the rolled cigarette in between his fingers. His father gave a sigh"hurry up get on the bike"
“I think I’ll ride on the back today” said his father
“Why? I always ride at the back” still yawning
“That’s why. Hurry up”
The journey stretched into the thick hilly forest of the village. The chilled morning air really made Tuku wanted to start complaining to his father. But he realized that it would not change his life and started whistling instead.
The morning was still dark at the time the reached the estate and the moon still visible giving its dim glow, Tuku lit up the mosquito coil and in turn, his cigarette. This is their daily routine since Tuku could remember. They would split up from both ends and meet up in the center of the tapping site. Being doing this every single day of his life made Tuku's mind easily wonders off and stop at intervals to lit another cigarette.
Intentionally Tuku would do his job slowly so that he would tap the least number of trees than his father.
"Ayah would not mind, he always reach the middle of the site faster than me anyway" grunting while he lazily tap the trees.
He does not show that he despises the idea of being a son of a poor rubber tapper openly, but as the days goes by he became more skillful in complaining to himself. Asking himself why is he doing this whereby youngsters at his age enjoy the sheer laughter of youth and doesn't have to worry about getting food on the table.
"Why does he need me here anyway... he's strong enough to tap all these trees" yet another complain and yet he never say it to his father's face.
Usually his father would reach the middle first and continue to Tuku’s half of the job. That day he was oddly late, Tuku who was waiting to see a glimpse of his father's figure found nothing but rows and rows of rubber trees in front of him. For the first time in months he reached the middle of the estate before his father did, still there is no sign of the old man. He wondered on what could his father possibly do at the other side of the estate. That day was very different from his daily routine. As simple as it may sounds, that particular situation was very alien to him. His instincts made him restless and led him to leave the tapping blade