The middle-aged woman painstakingly peeled the oyster shell, taking the contents. He seemed not bothered by the people passing by on the road by the Krueng Cut river.
For him oysters are life. The oysters he took himself from Krueng Cut. But there are times when he also accepts deposits from other oyster seekers.
The oysters that have been separated from their shells are put in plastic, given enough water, then placed on a small table to be sold to passers-by.
For Samsariah, looking for oysters at the mouth of the river is a tough job. But, there was no other choice for him, to survive he had to do the job.
His hands and feet are sometimes injured when picking up oysters, because they are scratched by sharp oyster shells. Because he was used to the job, Samsariah was agile.
If previously he had to use a shield when peeling oysters, now he can do it without gloves. No matter how difficult it is, she will continue to do the job, because after being widowed, she has to support herself and her own family, not wanting to depend on others.