The lullaby was heard from a small hut on the hill’s foot, sung by a mother to make her child asleep, with a voice hardly heard from a distance. The house was so peaceful with the faint voice as the sun set behind the hill on the west. The child was swayed in the pukungan, a sway made of clothes hung on a hanger, the sway commonly used by the people of Banjar. The mother’s heart is so gen…