I'm Not Tarzan

26. Help u! Fruit Dong!

Ginsul ran small after getting off his bike.

"Grandmother! Grandpa!" exclaims happily. Directly hugging the two people who stood on the porch of the House because they saw his arrival.

"Ginsul, Ginsul." Almost together the two in the embrace of Ginsul.

"Grandpa didn't see your Mom and Dad? Or your sister?"

Ginsul smiled broadly taking off his hugs from his Grandpa and Grandma, staring at the two.

"Are you coming home from school?"

Ginsul nodded quickly to his Grandma.

Grandpa and Grandma Ginsul looked astonished.

"Ginsul misses Grandpa and Grandma!" Ginsul by sitting on the porch chair.

"As unusual as Gins?" Grandpa Ginsul.

"Couldn't Ginsul visit?" Ginsul is sulking.

"It's not Ginsul! You rarely visit Grandma's house alone?"

"Once upon a time alone, Grandma." Ginsul hugged her bag in her lap.

Grandpa and Grandma Ginsul can be seen sighing.

"Oh, yes, cake! The fruits behind and beside the house are ripe?" Ginsul by standing up. Looking around the house.

Grandpa and Grandma Ginsul again had to look at.

"What fruit? what do you mean?"

Ginsul grin wide.

"What kind of fruit is the cake!" Ginsul by running to the side of the house.

Grandpa and Grandma Ginsul looked back. Both of them entered the house in wonder.

Ginsul smiled broadly observing every tree that grew.

His eyes peeked sharply at the banana tree that was still hanging and immediately saw a papaya tree that bore a lot of fruit, but still the same color as the leaves.

Eyes again combing one by one the existing trees.

"Rambutan!" Screeched heart. Looking at the lush Rambutan tree.

But his face stared.

Only the green leafy is widely seen, while the branches do not contain a bunch of Rambutan that have been cooked, there is only one or two pieces in each branch, it is like the rest of the download.

Ginsul's lips moved sideways.

With a slow step look at each tree.

His eyes almost sparkled, slightly running towards the mango tree.

His eyes light penetrated into the sky looking from under the Tree.

"Ginsul! The mango has not been fruitful!"

Ginsul saw Grandma at the kitchen door.

His grandfather walked closer, followed by his grandmother.

With his lips slightly widened to the side, Ginsul looked back - look at every tree that grew in the area behind him.

"What fruit are you looking for in Ginsul?" His grandfather followed Ginsul's gaze.

"Just the one who cooked the cake! Any fruit!" Ginsul was like desperately looking at the leaves of a tree.

"Aren't you usually looking for Ginsul?"

Ginsul stared at his grandmother's limp.

"It's OK Grandma," he replied spoiled.

"Fruit of Rambutan there ... Your grandfather downloaded it, to sell it to the market!"

"Aahhhhh! Why didn't Grandpa tell Ginsul!" Ginsul disappointed.

Of course it makes Grandpa and Grandma must return to view.

As they remembered, Ginsul's grandson never looked for fruit when he visited.

"Grandma and Grandma don't know Ginsul! If you're looking for fruit now?"

Ginsul pouted, as if angry at his Grandfather.

"After all, did you not see the rambutan sent by your Grandfather, in your shop?"

Ginsul saw his Grandma.

He did know that Rambutan was sold in a stall and had run out, from his grandfather.. And it is rare for the stall to sell fruits if not for the care of his grandfather. But now he felt the need for fruit to cook on the tree.

"Look and know Nek, ' he said lethargic.

Grandpa and Grandma Ginsul both stared at Ginsul.

"Are you now selling Ginsul fruits?"

Ginsul saw his grandfather's listlessness. Shake without spirit.

"Want to?"

Ginsul silently answered his grandmother.

"Yes, we better go inside or on the veranda of Ginsul." Grandfather Ginsul saw a blistering look on the ground around the Mango Tree.

Ginsul gave a stiff smile, following the pull of her Grandma's hand walking. His eyes combed every tree that grew, like he was still looking for what he wanted.

But even to enter the House, his eyes only found leaves clustered green.

"Well! It's rambutan fruit, you don't have to bother into the garden." Granny Ginsul with a big thrusting Rambutan.

"True Ginsul!" Grandpa Ginsul chimed in from behind him.

Ginsul was stunned, although the red Rambutan cook on the dining table aroused his saliva to be slightly swallowed, but not eat it as he wanted.

Ginsul straight past Bablas' dining table! into the middle room and through to the front porch and stopped, sitting with a grim face.

Ginsul's grandmother watched speechlessly again, looking in wonder at her husband, at his grandson's strange demeanor.

While Ginsul is like struggling limply in the roots uprooted trees that do not bear fruit.

"Ginsul, have you eaten yet?"

Grandma Ginsul approached.

Ginsul shakes without enthusiasm.

"Ginsul! Ginsaul! Actually why are you? Come by asking about a tree that is bearing fruit?"

Grandpa Ginsul is back together.

"Ginsul just wants to climb a tree! Cake!"

Ginsul pout.

Both spouses laughed at the husband and wife.

"Since when do you like to climb Ginsul?"

Grandma Ginsul in between her laughter.

Ginsul was just speechless, downcast playing his fingers on his lap.

"Our grandson wants to be Nek's Tarzan!"

Grandpa Ginsul chimed in on his wife.

Ginsul pout spoiled.

"It's not Ginsul who's going to climb Nek." Ginsul with sulking.

Grandma and Grandpa Ginsul stopped laughing, simultaneously sitting on a bamboo chair.

Ginsul simply lowered his gaze, like an anxiety towards his own finger. It's just that his fingers do not hold a rubber band that can be shaped in his fingers like the elementary school era Grandpa and his grandmother.

"Ginsul's friends are going to climb it," Ginsul said.

"Iisha!"

Ginsul turned his shoulders in annoyance.

"Not Grandma!"

Grandma Ginsul looked at her husband.

"Ginsul's man?" Grandpa Ginsul was curious.

Ginsul nodded, with a gaze toward his fingers, covering the cooking rambutan on both cheeks.

"Poor Nek, Cake. Tama climbed it too far, until the night just came home," said Ginsul saw two pairs of eyes that were staring at him did not understand.

" so?" Ginsul's grandmother seemed to still not understand the explanation of her grandson.

"In Grandpa and Grandma's garden, there are many fruit trees ...."

"So your friend Tama climbed up here?" Grandpa Ginsul understood.

Grandpa and Grandma Ginsul laughed again.

Ginsul pouted mixed with shame in his heart.

"Ginsul! Ginsaul! If your friend wants to download green leaves, go ahead!"

Ginsul's grandfather seemed to have no idea of his grandson's curiosity.

Ginsul stood up.

Grandma Ginsul stood up to him.

"Sir, our grandson is angry" he said, holding both of Ginsul's shoulders.

Grandpa Ginsul immediately fell silent laughing. But the wrinkles on his forehead and cheeks like still keep amused from his heart.

"It looks like Grandpa can't help you Ginsul." Grandpa Ginsul's smile stood up and went into the House.

Ginsul pouted sadly. His grandmother rubbed his back with a smile.

"You'd better eat first" he said as if he was sorry for his grandson.

"But Nek ..."

"Grandma knows you haven't eaten yet, Grandma get ready first!" Granny Ginsul smiles by rubbing Ginsul's head.

Ginsul nodded slowly, with a sad face.

Grandma Ginsul sighed, then left Ginsul.

Ginsul glued to look at the motorcycle parked in the yard of the House that is still land.

The look turned to the side of the house. Slowly he walked, curious about the fruit in his mind made his feet move.

One by one the fruit trees back He satati, combing every twig and branch if anyone had passed earlier.

But until almost close to the back of the fruit in his mind no one crossed delicious to look at.

Ginsul breathed deeply.

The eyes were fixed on the dried tree branches that were dead. Approaching him, touching his calf-sized trunk.

"I don't know, Is your fruit sweet," he said so softly.

"But..." Ginsul again saw branches without leaves on it.

"Please! Fruit dong!"

"Ginsul!"

Ginsul's face turned tense that had been squeezing.

"Did you call someone?"

With shame Ginsul ran up to her Grandma.

"No, Grandma, Ginsul is just hungry" he said, entering the kitchen.

Grandma Ginsul stunned. Looking at the dead Dutch jackfruit tree, and like not finding an answer, immediately entered following Ginsul.

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