FLOWER WARS

Chapters 2. Writing Boards.

Bunga opened the door of his room slowly, then turned to and fro, making sure that there was no one in the corridor. The girl smiled happily. The house looks empty. Even Mbok Pai was not visible to his nose.

Today he's meeting Jacob outside school hours. To be exact, in a market not far from their school.

Jacob smiled as Flowers appeared before him. The girl was wearing a bone-white collared dress, and her long hair was braided in half and wrapped in ribbons.

"You're beautiful, huh?" Jacob did not hesitate to praise Flowers.

Flowers stick out Jacob's sticky tongue. That is, Jacob's words did not really care. "Your parents didn't know you were here, did they?" tanyanya, full of search.

"They don't know. If they knew, I wouldn't be here. They won't let me out of my own house" Jacob said as he looked towards a fairly crowded market. Market visitors are almost all indigenous people. Jacob saw only a few Dutch people who were interacting with vegetable sellers.

Vader and Moeder took him twice to this place on weekends. Previously Bunga said, it was not the market they played at that day, but Bunga wanted to enter into a closed swimming pool that was behind the market.

"Come on!" take Bunga and step ahead of Jacob. The girl carried a cloth bag that looked full.

Jacob immediately followed the girl's steps. The two children became the center of attention of the people in the market. The reason is, there are indigenous children who walk side by side with a Dutch Meneer child. It was of course a rare sight.

However, Bunga seemed to not care about the views of people towards him and Jacob. The goal is a swimming pool behind a concrete fence next to the market.

"Wacht (Wait), Flowers!" jacob exclaimed as soon as the two arrived in front of the closed entrance of the pool.

The flower that was about to push the wooden door broke his intention. "Wat is het (What's up)?" his tanya frowned and looked at Jacob.

"You didn't read that?" point Jacob at a writing board taped over the door.

A pair of beautiful eyes Rounded flowers. He read the writing on the board, as his chest rumbled.

Dogs and private people are prohibited from entering, guarding employees.

Flowers growling. His lips were soaked from being annoyed to read the writing. "So, you guys liken us to dogs?" tanyakanya. He vented his frustration at Jacob.

"So, how's this?" asked Bunga while looking at the bag in his hand. In fact, he had prepared clothes for him to wear swimming. Learn to swim more precisely. Because he intends to ask Jacob to teach him.

"Hmm." Jacob stroked his chin, a sign he was thinking.

Just then, a native man appeared from behind the door. He wears a uniform suit shirt and brown pants. His head was decorated with a machete.

The man seemed to know who Jacob was. Seen with a friendly smile that he reviewed upon seeing the child. As for Bunga, the man looked at her with a cynical look.

"You can read, can't you?" the man asked the Bunga while pointing towards the writing board above the door.

"I've permission with Papa's mijn to bring a native friend," Jacob replied quickly before Bunga had time to open his mouth.

"Oh, so. Okay, then please come in." The man let them both in. Even though his gaze on the Flower was still a little cynical.

Jacob hurriedly held the arm of the Flower through the tall brown wooden door and already looked shabby.

Inside the open roof of the building, not the joy of flowers. The slightly mossy swimming pool has clear water. He rushed into the dressing room and changed his clothes with a cloth wrapped his tiny body to the chest.

"Come on, teach me how to swim."

Jacob raised both his hands. He carried no other clothes but those on his body. Finally, he stripped off his outer clothes and only wore an inner shirt. While it allows will let *************** wet.

The swimming pool that was quiet and quiet because there were no other visitors besides them, now became crowded by the excited cries of the two children. The flower that had wanted to ask Jacob to teach him to swim, was diverted by playing with water.

The laughter of the two was so loose as if the swimming pool was just theirs.

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