Dowager Bohay

Student Internship Gadungan

POV Djiwa

The Rose House has been clean since it was cleaned by Jamal, Iman and assisted by two of my bodyguards. They finally stayed with us. The reason is because the Rose house is large enough to be occupied by five people.

Very clever my two undercover bodyguards entered the village. Their creepy face is no longer a problem because the relatives who brought them to the village are one of the champions who are quite respected.

"This is our boss, Pakde. Mr. Djiwa his name. He is a successful businessman who has been hiring us in Jakarta." One of the bodyguards introduced me to his village-winning relatives.

"Welcome to our village. Your arrival here must be with a good purpose, I believe that. My nephew has already told me your purpose. I support, my men here and in the next village will help if you need help" said the village champion.

"Good, Sir. Thank you very much, sorry if we were troublesome," I said sincerely.

We talked for a while before the village champion finally came home. Me and Rendi slept in one room together. Two bodyguards took turns keeping us fast asleep.

My brain thinks too much to make me tired easily and immediately closed. The cool village air makes my sleep sound. Not to forget, I prayed Isya before going to bed.

The next morning, I woke up at dawn. I bathed in very cold well water and prayed dawn before going to the rice fields to pretend to be an apprentice.

Me, Rendi and Iman went to Mr. RT's house. We were then introduced to some farmers who had large rice fields. We pretended to take notes so as not to be suspected of being a self-styled student.

"Well, if the harvest can be a lot of money, sir. His sawn is so broad. A single harvest can produce tons of rice. Cool," I said in pleasantries.

"so. Our farmers are rich. We are just nationalism. We support government programs that want rice self-sufficiency. So that the dignity of the farmer goes up again. We want to prove to the people of the world that our country can self-sufficiency in rice as it used to be," replied Mr. RT fiery.

I smiled hearing it. I know what's really going on. Confessing self-sufficiency when the Melati family is the real rice mafia. There was never a spirit of nationalism in him, which there only wanted to make the greatest profit. Selfish. Hmh!

Mr. RT was not long to accompany us. Just introduce to the owner of the rice field and then leave. This opportunity we use our best to brainwash farmers to be information literate. No longer swallow raw information even though the information provided is wrong and misleading.

"Sir, can you ask not the price of rice that you sell how many perkilnya?" I pretend to write.

The farmer then mentioned a nominal that I think is very small compared to the HET (Highest Retail Price) set by the government. Though now the price of rice is high, why would they want to sell at a price below HET?

"Forgiving is not? According to what I read, government-issued HET is not that low." I began to put out a brainwashing tactic on farmers to be aware of Melati's evil strategy.

"Indeed lower but in the mill still want to receive rice that is not good quality. His name is also farmed yes, sometimes the results are good, sometimes not. Fortunately, this village is someone who receives our crops. The price is only slightly different from good quality rice, rather than not selling? That's one of our advantages. One more thing, they provide transportation services. If we harvest a lot, they pick it up. No need to rent a car. It's okay to be cheaper than the original government if we count our profits and can also help succeed the self-sufficiency program," said the farmer who I asked eagerly.

Coming home from a fake internship in the rice field, Rendi and I went back to discuss our findings in the field. Both of my bodyguards listened to our discussion.

"So they buy rice of all kinds, from good to bad quality. Ren, I think they're cheating here." I saw both of my bodyguards ready to take orders. "You try to secretly check how the flow of distribution of poor quality rice. Use those of your victorious pack. Don't make a fuss and endanger us later!"

I sent Papa an email. I'll explain what my findings are. Papa promised to help. I'm a little calm, at least there's Papa backingan us.

If it's about Roses ....

Ah, I miss my bohay wife. What the hell is he doing? Does he miss me too?

"Yes, Wa, same beloved wife?" ask Rendi who just finished praying Isya.

I nodded uninspired. "Yes, Ren. Why am I doing this again?"

"Yes .. again selling chicken geprek. Didn't you just give the bodyguard a report that bini lo okay? You are sick. Malarindu. Missed the wobble of the former bohay widow, didn't she?" ledek Rendi's.

I threw a pillow at him that was parried appropriately. "Rese lo!"

Rendi laughed seeing me sick in the middle of life. "Ren, tonight if I'm nervous and hugging you, please you go yes. Means my kangen level is acute, Ren."

"But! Watch out for me hugging me!" namel Rendi. "Gue is still normal, I like Lily, not you. If you miss, you hug the Rose figura, let your kangen disappear!"

"Different, Ren. Figura is not as warm as a rose. We can go home first, Ren. Aja day. I miss the weight of a rose. If you've met the Roses continue to ask for a donkey, then my spirit will be full again deh," my whine like when whining to Mama.

"Going home? Can we get caught again? You are good at renting a bodyguard. What is my fate? What if I was on the road suddenly intercepted? You know for yourself my martial arts are only limited to the science of kudu, I should run away if attacked," said Rendi.

"Yaudah lo use aja kudu lo science, kudu nangis kejer if caught," ledekku.

"Rese, sneezing just. Ah, let's go to sleep. It's been night! If you are already in Jakarta do not forget to raise my salary! This is not my jobdesk loh temenin lo to the villages, sleeping one bed and accept the risk if you continue to fumble my sexy body," reply Rendi.

"Well, where'd you get sexy? I also have one bed. The smell of you wry, like a cockroach pee. Also taste the Rose body. As the name suggests Rose. Salary problem, it's small. If we make it, my salary goes up!" my promise.

"Bonus car is not? That's your Rubicor for me, Wa. It was bad to be taken a long way. You buy another new one, yes" persuaded Rendi.

"Have a son! Expensive yet. The son of an official petantang petenteng ride the car, let alone my natural rich. I'll buy an operational vehicle later" I said.

"What?" asked Rendi excitedly.

"Electric bike, will you?" I laughed satisfied after mocking Rendi. For a moment my longing for the Rose is gone, somehow tomorrow.

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