I'm Not Tarzan

29. Horizontal Bar.

Tama noticed the branches of the branches that had been cut into branches, while the other branches on it were still struggling and bearing fruit.

Looking for a moment at both hands. Then again he saw a branch on his head that he could not hold without jumping.

Then walk backwards, with a fixed look on the branch. Like making sure he can hold it while jumping.

Stop for a moment, take a breath. Then he quickly ran.

"Hup!" holding a rod larger than his wrist with a single jump.

"Hup!"

His body immediately swung lightly upwards with both feet docked straight and head below with his hands still holding the trunk of the tree.

Then twist his body and hands before his feet touch the branches on it, like a person doing Artistic Gymnastics Horizontal bar.

His feet bent at the trunk that was on top of the trunk he was holding, and instantly raised his head and body upwards.

"Hup!"

By holding the tree trunk like hugging with both hands of course with a tilted body position but already sitting on the branch.

Then immediately hold it with one hand to straighten the position of his body with the other hand holding the branch he was sitting on.

Breathe out slowly. Look around below him.

No one is visible. The gardener had just left after delivering drinks and food near the Tree he was climbing.

While Mr. Amin did not look lush mustache. Had said it would follow him after there was a sudden callingan.

But usually in addition to the call to duty in another place. Calls from food stalls that have not been paid more often disturb his ears.

Because of the habit of Mr. Amin, after the task is completed and gets a wage, it will only be paid off. That's even if the owner of the Warung Calling it. If not, drag on until the week changes.

Tama noticed the rambutan on the small branches.

He also wanted to eat it, after a few days of not climbing.

Immediately take the bamboo pole that rests on the Tree trunk that has been provided by Mr. Amin to take the difficult Rambutan in the run.

Directing to the Rambutan horde in front of him.

The end of the bamboo pole that is deliberately split and in the wooden wedge makes it easy to break tree branches.

With the heart not to be separated from the pole, He also pulled slowly.

Although only some Rambutan fruit that He deliberately picked, it seems enough to just enjoy the sweetness.

Tama reawakened his pole.

Then peeling rambutan skin by the way He bites, of course after seeing if there are ants that he often met.

A sweet taste was felt in his throat. With a look at the Rambutan Tree in the garden.

Some sparrows were seen flying and lost in the leaves of the rambutan not far from him.

Tama almost passed her hand from the tree trunk, lucky Rambutan seeds just wasted from her mouth.

A tail of lice passed through his fingers.

Shocked indeed, because the sense of being enjoying the breeze that hit his body by chewing Rambutan.

Back biting Rambutan that He held in between fingers holding branches.

With his mouth he threw out the skin of Rambutan, then put the seeds still wrapped in milk-white flesh into his mouth.

But not directly chew, taste it like premen.

The sound of the Horn of the snail in the distance made him immediately stand looking.

"Again friendly!" Decak in the heart. Looks like Mr. Amin is greeting someone with his pride Klaskon.

Tama immediately finished the contents inside her mouth.

Ngebcot Voice! Mr. Amin will be louder than the exhaust of the motor if he sees it has not yet started downloading.

He swiftly grabbed the pole and carried it further up to the higher branch of the trunk.

Her little body like that of a Woman was at least an advantage to her in every little branch.

Tama immediately lowered the rambutan plan at the end of his pole, as Mr. Amin's mustache was seen approaching.

It looks good when you see it.

"Yalyyyy!"

Mr. Amin's voice was like grumbling to see Rambutan hanging against him.

Tama smiled little looking at the dark hue on Mr. Amin's face. Guess in his heart Mr. Amin just paid his kasbon at the food stall.

The hue of Mr. Amin's face is increasingly unsightly, while taking Rambutan at the end of the pole.

"Don't download it first!" He screamed like a gorilla opening his mouth.

Tama increasingly smiling raise the pole back. True to his heart, Sultan Amin was devastated.

Tama rests her back on the tree trunk, stands on the branches. Holding a pole looking down.

"Not yet sir! I'll buy rice packs!" Tama stretched her pole down.

Mr. Amin is like a teller who is facing a money-counting machine, staying focused afraid of miscalculation. Although saliva as a calculating machine.

Tama cengar-cengar himself.Pastinya Pak Amin will curse him after finishing counting.

Tama saw the red Rambutan around her. Hoping for the rest of the money in Mr. Amin's wallet is still enough in the next week to stuff his mustache with his kretek smoke.

"Yes! Download immediately!"

Tama immediately closed her eyes, as if freed from the sound of anger beneath her. Surely Mr. Amin's wallet is still as safe as he hoped just now.

"Yalyyyy!"

Tama undo raise again the pole that he held. Mr. Amin's upset voice made him.

"What's up, sir?" Ask to see Mr. Amin who was holding every pocket of his clothes and pants.

"My secret's out Tama!"

Tama breathed out.

"Wait a minute!"

Tama widened her lips to the side, looking at Mr. Amin hastily reviving his Motorcycle. And immediately hit the gas like Race in a racing circut.

Tama smiled amusedly at the slow pace of the motor even though the exhaust sound was so loud it sounded.

The sound of twigs and dried leaves stepped on feet rang out.

Tama immediately bent her body, branches and leaves of the rambutan blocking her gaze to see the origin of the sound.

In his hand was like a spear that He was ready to throw down. With watchful eyes watching.

Tama stretched his fingers in bamboo pole.

The newly appearing beautiful smile made her straighten her body again.

"Ginsul," sheave her heart.

Ginsul increasingly smile wide until the Ginsul Teeth are seen.

Tama. Her lips slowly re-encased the smile.

"Gins! How did you get here?" It's like not having thought. While the garden of Rambutan which he is currently located quite far from his home and the house of Ginsul.

"Are you not in school?" Again.

"I'm off!"

Tama immediately put the pole in a way placed hitchhiking from the branch to another branch nearby. Like the Iron Horizontal Bar.

He lightly descended down, and sat directly on the branch which had bent his feet.

Stay tight with the back of his elbows and drop his body down. After his hand held the branch he released the crush of his foot by falling swinging.

"Hup!"

His body quickly landed in front of Ginsul.

Ginsul who was looking almost cried out in fear, but her lips opened.

"Tar-zan," suddenly.

With a smile, Ginsul looks at his face to his body.

"Gins, I'm Tama!" Tama wanted to disperse what was on Ginsul's face.

"I mean how are you ...?"

Ginsul pointed at where Tama had been swinging down.

"You are what? Can you get here?" Tama again spread out the eyes of Ginsul will limb without fruit and his chin.

"I'm off school!" Ginsul did not answer Tama's question.

"His own holiday?" Again.

"Notnnn! Tama! National holiday!" Ginsul is like a regained consciousness.

"Independence day, isn't it long Gins?"

Ginsul turned his face away.

"Today, world labor day!" Ginsul almost grunted in annoyance.

"What's? I should've taken my day off, Gins!" Tama as forgotten.

"Yes, whatever!" Ginsul by walking close to drinks and food on the mat.

"I was just told Alisa to give her kretek Mr. Amin," he said again by putting a packet of kretek on a plate of food containing wet cakes covered with banana leaves.

Tama did not blink noticing until Ginsul passed away going back with a small smile as she stared at him for a moment.

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