I'm Not Tarzan

1.Amiii..

Grain of water is still left in the bark of the trunk of the Rambutan Tree which bears a dense fruit with a striking color among the green-green shade of shade surrounding it.

Red they clustered in each branch that increasingly duck carried the burden on the twigs.

The white, blue-striped sacks were stacked into a sitting area to wait for the rain to subside.

Tama should have finished downloading the Rambutan Fruit turned out to rain delayed it until almost afternoon.

Slippery that appears on the tree trunk makes it refrain from having to slip back.

He almost really smelled the ground if he didn't hold on to the branch in his massage. Lucky for him days sided with him, even though the weather was like betraying his work.

Indeed its work as a Fruit downloader requires it to dangle in the trees that are ready to be downloaded for sale.

Tama massaged her slightly bruised wrist, had the owner of the tree screamed to see her fall.

Wrong indeed, forcing to climb when the new rain subsides, but the weather where the rain only intermittently subsides and then drops again which makes it reckless.

Glasses nearby sit there is only waste, the tree owner served hot coffee while waiting for the rain to completely subside, but until almost all day his work has not shown results. The sack He was sitting in should have contained Rambutan if the day was hot.

Jakunnya also often down and up not because of seeing the red of Rambutan fruit but coffee grounds that seem to stick in the throat.

His eyes were fixed on the growl of Rambutan which was at the top of the highest trunk of the Rambutan Tree, not the height that He feared who was struggling in his mind, because it was already common.

The problem is now if He had to climb it in the dark, had seen the lights on the porch of the House, it seems not enough to illuminate the shoots of the Rambutan Tree which is almost in the middle of the Garden beside the House, and the Mobile phone flashlight also seems less illuminating if you have to use it.

Tama observes, such as measuring the top of the Tree to the underground where the roots are raised above the ground, it is easier for him if there is a pole or ladder.

Both of these tools he never brought, only with machetes and used sacks, he said, if you have to bring it certainly more difficult than downloading Fruits considering that He and Mr. Amin carry a motorcycle as a transport of download results, because, after all, the place that was done was not in the same location. Sometimes it takes a long drive to get to the destination.

Tama covered her mouth that would evaporate by looking at her coffee glass, waiting to subside instead making her sleepy. Leaning his body against the wall of the House with the Vapor in his mouth.

Waiting for an upcoming girlfriend may be more fun than having to wait for work time that is almost past, which is in his mind by looking up at the terrace. He never felt it like a right sandal without a left.

Slowly looking at the phone, the digital clock is almost calling meandangnya Azan Ashar but subsided but slippery that delayed it.

Tama put down her phone immediately.

The sound of Pak Amin's Motorcycle that He memorized was heard approaching, and He no longer wanted to be said Mr. Amin, he said,

"Tama, who are you talking to on the tree? as far as I know your Wa is not a single woman's name!."

The word that Mr. Amin said from under the Tree if he saw it was opening the Phone just to see the Clock.

Tama rubbed her hands, despite not sweating.

Seen Mr. Amin mesem from the side of the House with a puff of smoke coming out of his Motorcycle Exhaust.

If at a glance Pak Amin middle mesem but if examined deeper only clump of mustache that covers his lips.

He was also stunned at first when he recently knew him.

He had replied to Mr. Amin's message at that time, as if the middle of a mesem to him and not despised at all, the wrath behind the black clump turned out.

Mr. Amin was angry with him.

"Yes."

Mr. Amin's call made him stand up immediately.

"It looks like tomorrow we're back again, today it's so risky to climb Tama!"

Mr. Amin while taking the sack he just sat in.

"Open tomorrow We must..," said Tama like to ask.

"Forced to delay too!"

Mr. Amin cut his words.

Either happy or sore that makes it messy too.

Happy without night work and sore all day waiting only the word tomorrow comes.

Mesemnya, seeing the black sheet of Pak Amin increasingly furious on the lips dark that often ignited kretek smoke.

Tama immediately brought his equipment, saw Mr. Amin was again on the motorbike. The motorbike was placed next to the Rambutan Tree owner's House.

The rain came back slowly, indicating it was tomorrow to come back.

I luke ninja Pak Amin was already used like a full face Helmet on his face, which is usually only to cover his head.

The smoke from the Exhaust came back out with a gaseous pull on his hand.

He just grinned to see the new geber passed.

Not yet had his hand turned the key to his motor contact, heavy rain down wet him. He also stopped turning on his motorbike by running back to the shelter.

The rain that came now accompanied by a heavy wind, making trees around the House almost like a moving black shadow, rainwater is now entering into the terrace to make it docked near the door.

It sounded faintly like a tree or a fallen trunk, its eyes looking for the origin of the sound behind the rain, between the wind.

Looking back at the door of the House that was tightly closed, it seems that there was no one in it, if there was of course He could go back to waiting for rain inside without going to the wet, with another glass of coffee, of course. He thought as if he had entered from above the ventilation of the door.

The rain was like a merciless rampage on every Tree Trunk that grew around the House to continue to fall it to the ground.

The hissing sound of the wind coming under the roof of the terrace of the House circling the body with cold air.

Tama hugged her body, fighting the cold falling water.

His eyes were fixed on something that moved closer like trying to pierce through the torrent of rain.

His eyes were increasingly wide open, seeing a drenched man breathing deeply as a result of just running around.

Swiping the face of the rainwater even though the rest of the water still fell on a super lush mustache was looking at it.

"Sir Amin?" surprised to not believe to see Mr. Amin wet with a bed without mepuk and his motorbike.

It was clear that a golf course was lying on his head.

"Tama Shit! My bike hit a rock."

Mr. Amin approached, rubbing his head and face again.

"Stone?"

Watching Mr. Amin's body.

"Yes! The bricks are ahead there!" explained Mr. Amin again.

Jiika was right Mr. Amin hit a pile of bricks under the saplings of the Mango tree, of course the sound like a fallen tree that he had heard was a pile of bricks that fell, a pile of bricks, and then Mr. Amin should hit the mango tree first.

Tama termangu.

"When it will fall! I immediately turned, but instead hit.." said Mr. Amin like regretting the new incident in the experience.

Tama nodded in understanding, looking at Mr. Amin's body almost unharmed.

"It seems so good that you saw me Tama?"

"Yes not, Mr. Amin. My days are like that of the man who gave me money." Shall turn his gaze on the torrent of rain. And with all his might also hold a smile on the lips that began to tickle.

"I'm sorry about what just happened to you." Breathe in heavily.

" How is Mr Amin's current motorcycle? can it be alive or...."

"Dead and badly damaged! And it should be brought to your workshop immediately!" Mr. Amin's face seemed to change with the jungle above his increasingly haunted lips.

Tama almost bit her lip.

The tickle in his heart grew to make him laugh.

If only he had seen directly the attractions that were done by Mr. Amin when he hit. His mind was directed to the Place of Genesis Matters.

Tama stomped her own feet holding a laugh on her lips.

Suddenly a saura of roaring strong winds blew along the sound like a tree or trunk breaking and falling to the ground.

Surprised, Tama immediately saw Mr. Amin who was also the same as the new he felt. And that made his eyes more open, saw Mr. Amin slowly sitting on the wet floor by leaning against the wall of the House, hitting his head slowly.

"I paid Tama" he said, as if sad.

Tama immediately leaned her head on the wall as well. His surprise was instantly gone and changed his sense of sorry.

The trunk of a newly fallen tree is a Rambutan Tree that will be downloaded tomorrow.

Without seeing Mr. Amin who was like he was wailing, he reached into his pants pocket to see a digital clock on his phone.

It's been a week he hasn't filled the pulses, and it looks like he's had to postpone plans for a cashbon pulse at his subscription counter.

Tama reinserted her phone by taking a heavy breath.

Looks like his wages will be delayed again like the bleak times of Mr. Amin.

Tama closed her eyes slowly, trying to smile and asking for the cold and the heart scream next to her to quickly subside and quickly pass.

Aminnnnn

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