BABE JADULKU

Part 9's

It turns out that even though there is a lot of cow manure but in this place there is no smell very, there are workers who specifically collect the dirt, processed into fertilizer. Cows should not come out of the field unless workers are brought in. Around the garden is lined with barbed wire. I wonder also what kind of Nunung this is, but said the cow-in-law jealous, only this time I heard there is a cow that can be jealous.

"Bang, I want to see the Nunung" I said to my husband.

"Don't be near, from far away" replied the husband.

We finally left, the cage was not far from the main house. I was shocked and stunned when I saw such a huge cow. Just this time I saw a cow this big, this might be Nunung.

"This is Nunung?" tanyaku later.

"No, it's Jokowi, Nunung's son, Nunung the cow."

"Yes, Allah, Brother named the cow after the President, it can't be, Bang,"

"Not Abang, Dek, but the person who said so, if I bring this cow a road, said the jokowi cow person, who was called Irfan," said the husband while pointing at the big cow again.

"Replace, Bang, rename him,"

"What else to change, Dek, has been named, he will respond when called jokowi."

I remember the news of the president sacrificing a ton of cows, maybe this is the type, so people call it Jokowi's cow.

Finally I saw this Nunung, his body was smaller than that Jokowi cow, as soon as we got close, my husband told me to hide behind the palm tree. Bang Parlin stroked the cow's head, even kissing the cow. Lah, my husband kisses cows, I'm jealous too, the husband's treatment of cows is not like that of animals. I still can't believe the cow can go berserk when it sees Bang Parlin with a woman. So I wanted to try it. I slowly walked over, and immediately jumped on my husband's back.

It turned out to be true, the cow was struggling, fortunately also the cow was still tied up. My husband immediately took me running away from the cow, and Bang Parlin ran while holding me in the back.

"How, can?" many wonder.

"Yes, that's how I've been taking care of it since I was a year old. This is my first cow, I don't know how many milk I've drunk, the child has six, the result is hundreds of millions, dear brother the same time he" said Bang Parlin when we were away.

We kept walking around the garden, the husband then herded one big cow, the other cow followed. Then we went out of the garden, walking a little distance, until we reached the river. Bang Parlin tied one cow, only one, the other was left to graze around the riverbank.

"This is my life every day, for twenty years" said Bang Parlin.

"Peace, Bang," I said, leaning on his shoulder. The husband then took out a flute from his backpack. Then play the flute. Her voice sings. It feels really peaceful.

Until the new afternoon the cow was herded back into the garden, it was easy to herd it, they already knew the way home, only one cow held the rope.

Si Nunung eventually picked up people, said the husband would be taken to the slaughterhouse to be cut and sold. Seeing Bang Parlin to tears to let go of the Nunung made me overwhelmed and jealous. The husband kissed the cow's head before being led up to the truck.

"How many of our account numbers, Dek, they said if there is an account number sent through the account just the money, away from the city ngantari," said the husband.

"Where do I know, Bang, who has Brother's account, which book?"

"Living in Medan, Deck, account number adek there,"

"There," if my account number is of course I'm sorry.

"Yes, already, write here, the money for the money is good," said the husband while giving a piece of paper.

It turns out that the money was right for me, I was so moved, I wanted to ask how much this cow was worth, but was afraid to be mistaken matre, when it was, uh. I had fantasized about how much the cow money was, the contents of my account were never more than three million. Now there will be one cow.

My father-in-law told me a lot about Bang Parlin, a lot beyond my expectations. I thought the oil palm plantation was a legacy, but it wasn't, Bang Parlin opened the garden, first funded by a neighbor doctor. The garden was also not their original village, just a place of effort. The village is far away from there. I thought Bang Parlin's parents were rich enough to buy a large garden. Apparently not, all started Bang Parlin from scratch, they were rich after the palm harvest. Bang Parlin also paved the way for his other brother, he who gave capital to open farms elsewhere. This is amazing my husband.

After three days in the village the time came for us to return to Medan, I began to fret at the thought of a journey that melted fifteen hours. My friend who is an online taxi driver is still waiting for us, even though his promise is only once gone, but he still insists on waiting, because empty visiting Medan will lose money.

The husband instead paid for the taxi one million a day, the same six days on the road the taxi driver got a total of six million.

"That's a standard salary, Deck," the husband said as I protested over the cost.

"Why not buy a gini car, Bang, either a fortune or a pajero?" I asked my husband when we were on our way home.

"Back to the need or desire, Dek, we only need a truck, the price of the truck is equivalent to a fortune, which is needed palm oil or cow transport, yes, thank God our truck there are three," said the husband.

"Yes, what's for a fortune in a place like this?" keep the husband again.

"Mbak Nia, yesterday his brother Mbak Nia came, he said Mbak could not be contacted" said this neighbor.

Duh, I forgot to turn on my HP for almost a week, being in the village with my husband turned out to make forget the same gatget, soon I-charger HP that has been five days out of total battery. After filling up fifteen percent I just turned it on. I haven't opened yet there has been an incoming call, it turns out from my elder brother.

'You know how, the hell, Nia, your parents died you go somewhere, contacted can not, asked the neighbors no one knows," said Abang.

"Innalallahi, who died?"

"Yes, Dad, I don't know what kind of kid you are,"

"Bang, Dad, Bang," I said, half shouting.

"Why Dad, Deck?"

"Dad died, Bang,"

"But it's Dad's umrah, Dek,"

We went to my parents' house right then and there, when we got to Dad to be buried. It turns out that Dad died yesterday. Died on a plane when he returned to Medan. He died in his sleep. Yes, God turns out this is what Dad meant when he said he wanted to catch up with mom. I then pumped gas into Dad's grave. Crying in Dad's belly button, I'm so sorry I didn't get to see Dad's face before he was buried.

"Why don't you wait for us, Bang?" I said to the oldest brother.

"Where can be awaited, whether you are where, go not to say, same neighbors themselves you do not say where to go," Abang actually nagged.

"You killed Dad" said the sister-in-law.

"Lo, what am I?"

"Yes, you're the same husband, you love Daddy the ill-gotten money, finally Dad who got the consequences."

"Hazard money is used for Umrah yes, that is," continued my brother.

I was speechless, unable to speak anymore, it was sad that this was still accused of killing my own father.

"Now choose, Nia, we're your brother or that guy, we don't want to have a brother like that, and then we're going to get hit like Dad" my brother said.

"Yes, Allah, you accuse indiscriminately,"

'It's not random, but we're talking facts, we've investigated your neighbor, indeed he never worked, even at home at night," said my brother.

"You're misunderstanding, Bang, it's not like that" my husband finally spoke.

"Misunderstand what else? it is proven that the illicit money was brought to the holy land, so this is the result, have you, now divorce my sister," said my brother.

"I'll divorce if Nia asks, but I won't divorce if you ask" said the husband.

"Get you out of here, you piggyback, put down our money later that you take," my brother said.

"Can I explain?" ask the husband again.

"We don't need an explanation anymore, it's clear now, you even take our sister out of nowhere, when you know the schedule for Father's arrival" my brother said.

"Well, we go, Come on, Deck!" said her husband, extending his hand.

"If you leave, you're not our brother anymore" my brother threatened.

I choose a husband I've only known for three months, or a sibling of a descent?

*how does it go, Nia chose brother2 or Bang Parlin?? *

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