I'm Not Tarzan

11. Red Rambutan Green Puduk

"Yes! Ayyyyyyy!"

Tama immediately put the Mobile into his sling bag. The scream of Mr. Amin below makes typing in his WA was stopped.

"Who are you talking to?"

Tama looked down. The question that often presents Mr. Amin if He is checking his Mobile.

"Just see the date sir!"

Lying fun.

Just now he's going to reply to a chat from Ginsul.

"Yiyyy! Hurry on! We still have one more job!"

Shouted Mr. Amin by banging his skull on his thigh, of course with thin dust coming out.

Tama smiled amusedly, he had often told Mr. Amin to wash his skull every time he climbed, but his answer made his ears reject him."ayyyyy! Tama, my kupluk has protected me a lot from the heat of the sun!"

Answer Mr. Amin if He says when he sees the dust in his skull.

Sometimes he always thinks, that Kupluk Pak Amin can be an antidote to rain as well, the proof every time Kupluk Pak Amin wet just washed, it was washed, cloudy suddenly came along with the rain later which made the task of climbing-climbing it must be delayed until saturated waiting subsided.

Sometimes he also let Mr. Amin not to wash his skull when he saw a puff of dust flying like it did not feel at home attached, in between the smell of sweat. "From the rain" said the heart to see the dust carried by the blazing wind.

"Yes! What else are you waiting for?"

Mr. Amin is impatient.

Tama immediately plucked the nearby Rambutan, lucky for him. Obstacles that He often encountered while climbing He did not find. The ants that often bite him mercilessly seem to be on a picnic all over.

Tama immediately broke the clustered fruit stalks. He must quickly pick all the fruits that are still hanging, considering there are still more tasks to be done.

The face of Mr. Amin under it was increasingly covered in clove smoke, not to mention the smoke of dry foliage garbage that was deliberately burned by the owner of the Tree not far from them.

Tama rubbed the sweat on her forehead. The sound of ringtones on his cellphone faintly sounded. Namu He let, see the face of Mr. Amin who rubbed the sap of the Rambutan fruit increasingly stiff in a hurry.

Tama immediately lowered the sack that had been filled with Rambutan using a rope as big as his finger down.

"Yiyyy! Hurry on!"

Exclaimed Mr. Amin, preparing to capture with both hands.

Tama loosened the Mine when Mr. Amin had captured a sack of Rambutan which he had lowered.

Stalling slowly, following the movement of Mr. Amin.

Deftly Tama immediately tied back the empty sack with the end of the Mine that He still held. It seems only a sack left, the approximate heart saw the remaining horde of Rambutan in the branches of the Tree.

Mr. Amin immediately untied the sack that had contained many Rambutans, then sewed it back with Rapiah Rope.

Tama looked at the Rambutan plan in hand, red in color and looking fresh. Suddenly he remembered Ginsul.

Tama smiled to herself, Ginsul was very beautiful when she saw him before leaving for school, stopping for a while at home with a carefree smile and....

"Yes! Ayyyyyyhhh!"

Tama stuttered, stuffing Rambutan quickly into the sack.

"Amut Sir!" The thrill of seeing Mr. Amin down.

"Yiyyyyy! Since when are you afraid of ants!"

Mr. Amin's response pointed to the fruit that had not been picked

"Beres Sir!"

"Yiyyyyyh!"

Tama hid an amused smile, picking Rambutan. What Ginsul told him was like the sound of a wasp in the ear, about the voice of the King of the Jungle Fruit.

"Oiyyyyyy! Yep!"

Tama back stuttered, always and always Mr. Amin like never tired to surprise him.

"Yes Sir! What's up?"

Tama without looking down, put in a new Rambutan It wish.

"My secret is up! Hurry up You pluck! I'll be at the stall for a second!"

Shouted Mr. Amin like a murmur.

"Beres Sir!"

Tama looked down. Seen by him Mr. Amin rushed towards his motorbike.

Tama immediately took back the Mobile in his thigh bag, after being convinced that Mr. Amin had passed carrying his motorcycle.

Reopening Chat in his WA.

How were you in the tree? I was in the canteen. I feel worried.

Tama smiled, immediately typed.

But it looks like the Chat that has been sent by him has not been read by Ginsul, because it is not active.

Tama re-entered Handohone, it looks like Ginsul has been in her class.

He also picked Rambutan which a little more will be finished in download.

Sunlight like perforating every gap in the leaves of the rambutan penetrates into the ground under the Tree.

Tama pulled his hair back, the feeling of unease about the sweat that soaked him made him want to pinch it, but the hair that he used to use was left behind because Mr. Amin was hunting when He was struggling with Ginsul, Ginsul, Say hi Love! that's it, his name is also new! So it is natural that someone is left behind, because they are afraid to know Mr. Amin also of course.

Tama immediately sped up the pluck and put Rambutan into the sack, before Mr. Amin arrived. Although his mind was fixed on the ringing sound in Bag's pocket, waiting for his chat reply.

The green shoots of the red Rambutan, the voice he was waiting for sounded.

Tama immediately took back the phone, immediately opened it.

Just be careful, I'm afraid you're falling. How do I remember you all the time?

Tama smiled by re-typing in a reply.

And directly in reply Ginsul.

But I can't stop thinking about you, and now I'm biting into an ice straw...

Tama immediately retyped.

Chat was immediately answered again.

To reduce....

Tama rubbed her wind-blown hair in her ears.

Then, curious, he typed again.

Chat reply again.

Missing you of course, because I'm yours.

Tama immediately closed the Mobile, the sound of Pak Amin's Motorcycle was heard approaching.

Tama immediately lowered the sack that had been filled like before.

"Yiyyyyy! Tumben once you hurry Tama!"

Mr. Amin from his motorcycle.

Tama.

"What time is Tama now?"

Red Rambutan green shoots, Mr. Amin's Question makes Tama immediately and happy to reopen the Mobile.

"Yes!"

"Yes-Pak! Wait a minute, I'm looking!"

Tama saw the Clock on her WA Chat.

His smile expanded red, defeating the sacks of Rambutan under the Tree.

Chat from Ginsul certainly makes it.

Tama, I'll wait at home tonight.

Fill the Chat that reads with the heart kiss emoji that also accompanies it.

"Ayyyyyhhhh! Tama! Has the clock on the phone turned into a woman? That makes you a crazy smile!"

Sir Amin was impatient.

"Not Sir! The clock is covered in dew from sweat!"

Respond Tama, close his WA chat with a full face beaming.

"Calyphyyyyy!"

Mr. Amin took off the skull on his head, a sign of his wrath had reached in the lush black jungle.

"Through ten sir!"

Same with entering the mobile phone.

Quickly and quickly down from branch to branch.

Mr. Amin hit me back on his thigh, then put it on again. Unpacking the new kretek wrap purchased by him, take it directly ignite it with a gas match that many in the furthest stalls sell though.

White smoke filled his mouth and nose.

Tama smiled, but not because of the black lips and black string of smoky moustaches of Mr. Amin, but the face of Ginsul who had been residing in the jungle of the heart.

And tonight is the first night He will walk with Ginsul.

"Yiyyyyy! Are you possessed by this tree-waiter Tama?"

Mr. Amin looked at Tama with a smile while sewing the sack.

I smiled more and more to see Mr. Amin.

"No sir, I just want to quickly download again, to get it sorted out quickly. In order not to stay overnight," he said excitedly.

"Babyshhh!"

Mr. Amin was astonished.

Tama did not care about the change in the face full of smoke Mr. Amin. His heart is now full of fruit that he will soon download tonight.

Tama let go of her happy breath. It seems like the task of climbing it will be late again.

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