Gania & Mr. Thom
The Conquest of the Grandmother Part 1
"If you really want to eat goldfish, you just tell Chef Bahri Gania. You don't have to go into a goldfish pond by yourself"
Uncle Osas laughed and mocked Gania as a result of falling into a goldfish pond. Gania's mouth came forward as one of her body's responses that she did not like Uncle Osas' words. Surely Mr. Thom had told Uncle Osas about it, so he knew.
That afternoon Gania and Uncle Osas were bathing each other's pets. Gania bathed Mamba, Pelo and Ohyen. Uncle Osas bathed his favorite little crocodile, Chincila. There's a lot of soap foam flying everywhere. In the house there are indeed many pets ranging from cats, crocodiles, goldfish to pigeons. The pigeons in Mr. Thom's residence were left to fly freely without a cage. If the meal time has arrived, the pigeons will usually come to meet the yard, very beautiful.
"Look at you like cats, I remember your father Gania, Ahmad Tuah. Your father used to love cats. In fact, he had conquered a big cat that is often called grandma. That big cat lives in the jungle of Sumatra." Uncle Osas opens the story.
"Large cat? Grandma? Sumatran jungle?" Gania frowned her forehead a confused sign.
"I mean, of course, the Gania tiger. Your father once conquered tigers."
"Uncle wants to tell me my dad's a tiger handler?" Gania asked, needing an explanation.
"Hahaha of course not Ganiaku dear. Since when did your father become a charmer. If your father was a tiger handler, then I was a crocodile handler? hahaha"
Actually, when Uncle Osas laughs is a very funny sight. His fat and black body swayed. Shake the fat as if it could make one house shaken like an earthquake. During this time Gania indeed heard many stories of her father's past from Mr. Thom and Grandpa Hong. However, Gania has never heard of her father conquering a tiger. As Gania remembers, her father was not as good at martial arts as Izako. Even his father's body was not as sturdy as that of Mr. Thom. Gania's father's body was only an average Asian male body. How did his father conquer the tiger?
"Tell me Uncle about the story! I want to know." Gania urges Uncle Osas.
Uncle Osas put Chincila into his cage. He began to remember what happened a few years ago. It felt like all of that had just been felt last night. So the story of Uncle Osas was told to Gania.
Previously, Uncle Osas, Tuan Thom and Ahmad Tuah who were young had worked in one of the oil palm plantations. The oil palm plantation is located in one of the areas on the island of Sumatra. Their job is a rough job that is harvesting clumps of palm fruit from the tree and of course draining energy. They worked there for only 3 months. But that short time was enough to make the three of them have an unforgettable experience.
"What do you remember Osas? Eaten? Sleep on? That's all you know. Remembering to bring notes even if you can't." Mr. Thom continues to grumble.
It's only natural that Mr. Thom grumbled. Oil palm plantations if the night is very dark and many animals there ranging from centipedes, scorpions, mosquitoes, snakes and others. The palm grove was clearly very unfriendly at night. That is why palm fruit taker employees work only until the afternoon. It was quiet that night, Mr. Thom and Uncle Osas only used a torchlight and a small flashlight for lighting. Although the moon is bright enough to hang in the clouds, of course, the light is not enough. Mr. Thom carried a machete or some kind of long knife just in case a snake approached or scorpion.
"Jeez Thom. We better get back now. My feelings are not good. I'm reminded of the story about grandma." Uncle Osas was beginning to fear and tremble.
That fear is not a made up thing. Because just one week ago, there was one worker in the palm oil plantation who was attacked by a tiger. Residents around the tiger called the term grandmother. According to the news, until now the grandmother has not been found. This oil palm plantation is directly adjacent to the forest, then if there are one or two stray tigers actually it is not a strange thing. Wasn't this former oil palm plantation also a former forest where they lived?
Mr. Thom's steps remain mantab forward, he does not care if there is a grandmother, grandfather, great-grandfather or anything. He is much more unlucky if until tomorrow they are three not so payday just because they are late to record their performance results. Moreover, the foreman or boss who leads them people who are difficult to compromise. For this foreman, there was no record of it, meaning no salary.
"Shut up and shut up Osas! Just remember where you put the note on the palm tree. If you get this far you forget. I'll take you to Grandma myself. You'd rather be chewed by a tiger than live but useless." Mr. Thom added emotion.
After circling the work area earlier this afternoon, Mr. Thom and Uncle Osas were finally able to find the note. What a relief Uncle Osas had, but the relief was only temporary before they finally came to their senses, there were two eyes in the dark that were monitoring them patiently from earlier.
Crackling...Crackling...
Suddenly there was the sound of a thicket that was like being stepped on by something. Uncle Osas was stunned for a moment, while Mr. Thom put his best ear. The grip on his machete grew tighter. Mr. Thom slowly but surely approached the bush. In his heart he prayed that it was just*** or a ferret. As soon as he opened the bushes, his prayers were answered. It was indeed only a ferret, but it was not a live ferret, a dead ferret. The weasel's body was torn apart by something. Something sharp object just ripped this weasel's body. Fresh blood was everywhere. Mr. Thom realized in a short time that they were both in great danger.
"Fangs! It's a shred of fangs."
Hearing Mr. Thom's statement, Uncle Osas's legs trembled. It's night time, just got a ferret torn to shreds with fangs. The former fangs clearly look big and certainly not dog fangs. No animal has fangs of that size on an oil palm plantation, except for the grandmother.
