Enjoyment Ikhlas

REPES MANG

Day by day Ami adjusts. From a child who likes to play and ignorant, to be obedient and busy.

Yeah, now he's busy helping Bardiyah sell. Whatever his boss tells him to do, as long as he's capable, he'll do it. From pollinating banana leaves to selling the remaining fried foods to people passing by.

With a small run, Ami carried his fried basket towards the caravan of cikar (cart pulled by cows) the sugar cane bearer. Usually sugarcane was brought from the village to the sugar factory on the edge of the city.

Biggie

"Sir, fry sir..!" Shouted ami offered her trade to the man standing on his wagon.

"Well, nduk... What sales are you just giving?" Follow her while laughing.

"Yes, I also need money..!" Ami sewot.

"E.., it's still a small business... Not afraid of being kidnapped?" the man in the front row heard Ami's words.

"My house is there (while pointing back, the direction of the alley) sir, besides the road is still crowded... Buy yes, sir... Stay 12, Mangrepes (5 Rupiah) foreign exchange... Sak lo bomb sir, fried. Eat one must be full!" Ami said as she gave her little thumb.

Rp 5,- or 5 Rupiah

"Mmm.., yeah, don't buy. Later it can be shared with friends." said the father then turned to the teenager next to him, who had just listened while peeling the sugar cane with a sickle. "Sana Di.., take the fried food and give the piece of sugar cane to the basket of the nduk." He said, and the boy went down to him.

Sugarcanes

After making the transaction, the boy immediately ran after the father. The caravan kept going slowly, getting further and further away.

So happy, Ami pranced half-run home. He fluttered the 5 Rupiah, which would be deposited on Bardiyah's mother.

At night, Ami meets his playmates Surti and Asih. As usual, they chatted late into the night. From the beginning of Ami's problems working, until the neighboring mango did not escape the conversation.

"Mii... Mango got Pak Mudik is ripe, look! He's not your dhe sir, we can taste it?" Chirps Asih when crossing the front of the house Mr. Mtifik. He looked up while swallowing the saliva.

"You're that Ti...Ti..., usual...! Good eyes if there are neighbors! Ngiyip (wants something that belongs to someone else)! Mr. Mlik may not know, Mi. If it is, it must be in brongsong (wrap)". Sahut Asih's.

Mango Brongsong

Ami weighs the height of the tree that exceeds the roof of the house, can he ride without any problems..? They know he is the most skilled at climbing.

"Could we take. Tomorrow I say mr. dhe, it doesn't seem like a problem." Say ami while preceding her theme into the yard of Pak Mtif.

The three of them entered without permission, because they did not want to disturb the owner of the house that may have been asleep. Mango tree beside the house, the road to the back of the house Ami. Yes, the two houses turned their backs on each other. They suck, afraid to make a sound.

Amipun crawled up the tree slowly. When he arrived at the top branch of the tree, he suddenly saw a cross shadow behind the house. Instantly his body was sculpted.

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Note:

Caravans or caravans are passers-by who walk or ride things in groups.

Brongsong is wrapping the fruit with paper, bamboo, cloth or plastic media so that the fruit quickly ripens and is not topped with beetles.

Sorry to hang😂 author story slowly ya😁 while humping photo😅

Here many terms are used by East Java people, so I give notes at the end of the story. May amused😘