I'm Not Tarzan

36.Gorilla Tree.

Tama squawked on top of the branch looking at the weathered trunk that broke her foot. Luckily his hand held a branch branch in front of him before his body crashed down.

Immediately hold a tree trunk that exceeds its body size.

Look at the sacks that covered the broken trunk.

"Why didn't he check it first?" he thought he could hardly believe what would happen to him if he did not hold on to the branch.

Look back at the trunk, branches and each branch of the Tree He is climbing.

The red colors of Rambutan look not so much on the branches.

Before climbing he had time to stare strangely and ask himself in the heart. Why did Mr. Amin accept the task with a tree that bears very little fruit?.

Tama rubbed her forehead, the cold sweat started flowing slowly. Looking back under the Tree, where weathered branches and sacks lay.

His breath was like breaking a negative thought that appeared to see what was beneath him.

The day will go up at night. Mr. Amin who is looking for his cretek has not been seen back with the Galah he will carry. Usually Mr. Amin will look for bamboo poles if there are, if not tree trunks around the garden.

Tama looked back at the Rambutan Fruit on each branch of the tree.

His heart is rattled, it will be difficult for him to pluck without a pole or cut the branches of the tree that has the Fruit. Too far away with a small branch that is impossible to be strong. Too risky to do so, not to mention weathered from trees also seen in the branches, signifying the age of the tree that has aged.

Tama rested his back on the tree trunk, now he can only wait for Mr. Amin to come.

The sound of the wind was a little strong as it hit the hard of his body.However his eyes did not see the leaves on it moving properly if blown by the wind.

It felt as if his fine body was standing. Tama closed her eyes, expelling the fear that suddenly entered her heart.

Tama looked down quickly. White sacks move in the wind. His lips were opened small to see the other sack remained scattered like not the slightest bit exposed to the wind.

Tama observed the weathered branches near the sack.

He nimbly flipped his body to the side almost around the tree trunk with both hands tightly hugging.

Directly looking down, where something fell from the top of his head and almost hit him.

A twig containing Rambutan?

Tama quickly looked up at the top of the tree. But none of them, either squirrels or fruit-eating bats, who usually drop fruit.

Tama looked down in wonder.

The fallen twigs and rambutans look like they are cut off with tools like machetes or the like.

Resumption closed his eyes, expelling the gurgles in his chest that had started to get irregular.

Adjusting oelan's breath.

The green color of the leaves around him almost changed color to black, the afternoon will soon set.

Tama put his ears up well, catching all the motion that was in the dean climbing.

His body was sweating like it was climbing during the day. The air has been cold since he came.

Tama deftly and nimble immediately down.

"hup!" Jumping from the trunk of the tree with the body directly rolled once in the grass after his feet were first stepped, and immediately stood relaxed. Walk by turning back to see the Tree He had just climbed.

Watching for a moment.

The Rambutan tree he was climbing seemed to have been downloaded for several days.

The Rambutan fruit that exists now is only a remnant.

He quickly turned his body back. The sound of footsteps approached him.

"Son!"

Although a little surprised and pounding in the heart he also smiled broadly at a grandfather, but looked fresh on his body.

"It's better to go home first, it's almost night."

"Grandfather?" Like I've seen it.

Grandfather's gaze was fixed on the broken branch under the tree.

Tama little grin.

"Come on, my boy, to Grandpa's house." Immediately walk.

Tama was stunned for a moment. But Grandpa's head that was looking at him made him follow him.

Tama observed the trunk of the tree that had died but was still standing in front of Grandpa who was walking in front of him.

Like the Dutch Jackfruit Tree, it was in his heart as it passed by.

Keep following Grandpa without making the slightest sound in his mouth.

Tama stood in front of a fairly large portico.

"Sit down first, son."

Tama immediately nodded with a smile.immediately sat on the chair made of Bamboo Apus.

"Oh yes! Is your name Tama?"

"Yes the cake." Tama did not expect. He felt that he did not know Grandpa who was still standing by the chair in front of him.

"Grandpa, get you a drink."

Tama nodded with a smile. Look at Grandpa's body entering his house.

Back to observe the foyer room fenced in Bamboo Apus.

Tama smiled again to see Grandpa come out from inside the House.

"Thank you, Grandma" he said, looking at the drink and the cake that had just been placed on the table.

"Drink." Grandpa sat down.

"Yes, Cake. Later," he said again smiling.

"Did you fall down?"

"No Cake."

It was seen Grandfather before him sighing in relief.

"Grandfather forgot to tell Mr. Amin earlier."

Tama was silent observing Grandpa's face which was like regretting his actions.

"The sack, Grandpa purposely wrapped to signify a weathered branch. It's just that Grandpa hasn't had the time to cut it down."

Tama small smile heard Grandpa's explanation in front of her.

"Just recently Grandpa picked up the rest of the rambutan that Grandpa downloaded himself, using the pole sickle."

Tama's stunned.

Worth it! A twig with Rambutan that almost hit his head looks like a mark in a cut with a sharp object. It turned out that the twig had been stuck in the twig and had not fallen after being hit by Grandpa's pole.

The wind that made him fall.

Tama breathed slowly.

Immediately look behind him.

"Grandfather!"

Ginsul exclaims while still driving a motorcycle hogging a Grandma.

Tama immediately looked at Grandpa who had stood up.

"Grandfather!"

Tama down. It turned out that Grandpa in front of him was Grandpa Ginsul. It is fitting that he ever saw it.

"Yes!" Ginsul after hugging his Grandpa.

"Gins." Tama smiled unexpectedly.

"Ginsul, Grandma doesn't want you to hitchhike Grandma again."

Grandpa Ginsul stared at Ginsul's astonishment.

Grandma Ginsul watched Tama.

Tama immediately stood up to greet Grandma Ginsul's hand.

"This is your friend Tama, Ginsul?"

Tama and Ginsul nodded simultaneously.

Ginsul's granny mangosteen noticed Tama.

"Just sit down with Grandpa." Grandma Ginsul with a smile.

A smile nodded, sitting back.

"Grandfather, your granddaughter doesn't realize that the one in her bonnet is a Granny!"

Ginsul grinned wide to see his Grandma who was flailing into the House. Staring at his Grandfather with a spoiled smile.

Grandpa Ginsul scratched his forehead slowly.

Ginsul gave a small laugh after entering the House.

Tama smiled down, seeing Ginsul blink one eye at the door of the House.

"Ginsul, Ginsul!"

Tama saw Grandpa Ginsul who was like grumbling to him.

Grandpa Ginsul smiled shaking his head.

"People around here, they're so scared to go through that tree."

Tama was stunned again.

Grandpa Ginsul nodded at him.

"As long as Grandpa lived and cared for the garden, not once had Grandpa seen the gorilla. As many people say, every look at the rambutan tree ...." Grandfather Ginsul looked towards the Rambutan Tree beside the wall of his House.

Tama followed Grandpa Ginsul's gaze.

If at a glance he saw earlier, the Rambutan Tree was indeed like a large Gorilla who was opening his mouth almost pointy-headed, his tent was angry. Banging her chest.

Tama smiled looking at Grandpa Ginsul. Right behind him.

Ginsul's Smile and Ginsul's Teeth are seen as they approach.

Tama lowered her face. It felt good to flow cold to his heart.

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