In northern Dairi, there was a village named Sicike-Cike. Sicike-Cike Village had lovely, beautiful landscape, and the people there also lived a harmonious and peaceful life. In that village, a widow lived with her son, who was about seven year-old. Her son was named Simpersah, because from his birth until seven years of age, their lives had always been overridden with hardship. One morning, …