I'm Not Tarzan

37. Hanging Root

"Ohhhh!'

Tama held the lower back of her body by standing on top of the Tree branch.

"Sir Amin!" Excited again. Seeing the bamboo pole in the hands of Mr. Amin used to bribe him.

The magic cup that covers the entire face so tightly hides the black jungle of his whiskers that expands with laughter.

Tama grunted annoyedly.

The Rambutan he repulsed fell in shock, even within his mouth.

Mr. Amin opened the skull.

Tama sighed deeply and quickly exhaled her. Obviously it looks like a withered rambutan skin on the lips of Mr. Amin in a laugh like over his misery.

"Yes! What are you thinking?" Mr. Amin was mocking.

"Did you dream of being a fruit starter?"

Tama widened her lips. Then gergelayut down.

"hup." In front of Mr. Amen.

Mr. Amin ignited his teetot.

"I was just thinking, why do we have to wait for the tree owner sir?" Tama complained. Walk closer to the motor.

"Near lunch!" Sitting on a motor seat.

Mr. Amin is like a truly powerful man who can emit smoke from all over his face to the crown.

Tama threw away an annoyed face.

Mr. Amin laughed again after blowing smoke from his mouth.

"Patience Tama!"

Tama immediately sneered in her heart.

"Middle tree owner in the market, maybe in a moment?"

Tama opened her hair pigtails.

His long hair was broken by the wind. Looking at some very thick fruiting trees. He had promised to accompany Ginsul in the afternoon to his Grandpa and Grandma's house.

But seeing the task that has not been started makes him start to feel anxious.

"Maybe a new night could be Tama's jam!"

Tama increasingly restrained his anxiety, finished his promise later in the afternoon, hearing Mr. Amin's explanation.

Staring at the face of Mr. Amin who looks happy, flapping the skull to his face. While the weather is cloudy.

"Sir, it looks like it will rain" he said by looking at the clouds between the leaves of Rambutan.

"Ayyyhhh! Take it easy Tama! It won't rain!"

Tama again grumbled in his heart, saying Mr. Amin like a rain handler.

"Task today, we must finish it as well as we can!"

Tama sneered back inside, remembering the event where He and Mr. Amin fell while downloading the duku in the rain.

"Yiyyyy! Tama! The chores! But We must pay attention to our safety, if it rains better We delay it!" mr. Amin said to him at the time.

But now his words are like not knowing the time and weather.

"Faster finish, faster the flow of Tama!"

Tama soon approached the Rambutan tree to hear the voice of Mr. Amin disperse his reverie.

Leaning his back on the tree trunk. Choking at Mr. Amin.

"If I had climbed up since then, it might have been halfway through our duty?"

Tama with restlessness. Remember it was on Ginsul.

"Yiyyy! Tama! Tumben, you want to be on duty fast?"

Tama is slow. Mr Amin does not seem to understand the feelings of young people?

Tama scratched the irritated hair on top of her forehead.

Slowly looking up at his head. Voiced in his heart, hoping that the rain really fell heavily until the afternoon, so that it could continue tomorrow. Rather than having to wait a long time without certainty and also a sense of uneasiness.

"Yes!"

Tama immediately saw Mr. Amin who was looking at the clock on his cellphone.

"Have gone to rest, but why haven't I felt hungry yet?"

Tama widened her lips. A word he hears when he has not done a task. Mr. Amin will definitely delay lunch until he sees her on duty.

"Later Mr. Amin," he said seeing Mr. Amin pull his wallet out of his pants pocket. As usual Mr. Amin will check the contents of his dompert before looking for Rice for lunch.

"Yahyhh! Tama! That's right what you said!"

Tama spread her lips to the side, looking at Mr. Amin looking over her. Then glanced at him as Mr. Amin's lips expanded black.

A fruitful Rambutan Tree with a King Banana Tree that grows so close, that its branches and twigs and even its fruit reach it. A Banana Tree that Fruits Rambutan.

"Yes!"

He was also surprised to see Mr. Amin who called by reusing his pocket.

"Yes, Sir!" Like lazy to talk.

"I don't think it's gonna rain?"

"Yes, Sir!" Her mouth again by looking up at it.

Cloudy looks increasingly black, his estimate will soon rain.

With a sense of laziness back to see the dried branches of banana leaves.

But his eyes were disturbed by something that felt about his hands.

Tama smiled to see Mr. Amin who was relaxed looking - see Mobile.

"Sir! Is there a cottage here?" He asked by looking around him.

"Yiyyy! We'll eat under the tree!" Mr. Amin is indifferent.

"Liberation Mr. Amin!" He looked up at the sky.

"Yyyyyh! Just like Tama's rain!"

Tama smiles hearing Mr. Amin's reply. Slowly approaching the motor.

His eyes were again fixed on the Rambutan Tree and the Banana Tree. His heart felt like he wanted to wiggle on a dried banana leaf, like a hanging root to swing from tree to tree. Leaving Mr. Amin alone in the middle of the Rambutan Garden awaits the garden owner with wetness. While he was with Ginsul.

"Yes!"

Tama's new lips smiled widely, should return to the current. Sultan Amin surprised him again.

"Would we find shelter first, it looks like it's going to rain?"

"Sultan Amin! Sultan Amin!" Grumpy heart. A speck that falls from behind the leaves of the rambutan and no longer indicates it will rain, but has fallen. He also slightly upset turning the key to the motor contact.

After Mr. Amin first turn on the motor.

Followed him from behind.

Tama immediately pulled the lever of gas stronger, the rain fell heavily. Mr. Amin did the same. But the speed of the Pak Amin Motorcycle hinders the speed of the Motor.

Tama immediately overtakes from beside Mr. Amin and immediately leaves.

"Yiyyy! Tama! It's rude of you Tama!"

"Rain Sir!" Follow him faster.

"Yiyyyyy!!" Mr. Amin is angry.

The rush of rain that falls makes the view and face hurt when exposed to rainwater that falls.

Tama immediately turned his motor, seeing the small cottage almost passed.

Immediately entered the cottage by rubbing his face. Her lips are almost open.

Mr. Amin is like Bablas's heart! pass it. Only the sound of Ngebacot from the exhaust of his motorbike stopped inside the cottage.

Tama almost scratched the hair wonder by taking off her pussy.

"What is the rain that keeps Mr. Amin from seeing it?" Ask in his heart by rubbing the hair.

A loud Exhaust sound suddenly disappeared, only the roar of wind and rain falling.

Tama saw where Mr. Amin had taken his motorcycle, but heavy rain like blocking his view.

Looking at the hut hall made of Bamboo, cleaning with her hands. Then sit looking at his wet bike.

Almost back up.

The sound of the motor exhaust was heard and it was getting clearer towards him in the shade.

He also stands.

Mr. Amin ran into the cottage, left the Motor near his motorbike.

"Yiyyy! Yep!"

Tama immediately kept her distance seeing her body drenched all over Mr. Amin's body.

"Sir Amin is raining?" Ask to see Rona angry on Mr. Amin's face.

"Yiyyyy! Are you mocking me Tama!" Mr. Amin blackmailed his skull.

He also turned his face to hold a smile.

"Yes not, Mr. Amin!" By looking at Mr. Amin.

"I thought that Mr Amin was taking shelter in the front hut?" Tama saw Mr. Amin who was drying the skull on the hall.

"That's not Tama's cottage! It's a pile of dried twigs and rambutan leaves that are cut down!"

Impossible? Tama was astonished to notice the lush wet jungle. Certainly, Mr. Amin had just performed a swift Maneuver, and it seemed like the exhaust sound that had suddenly disappeared from his ear was blown by Mr. Amin into the pile of leaves.

Tama immediately turned her face away, biting her lips softly. My heart stifles laughter by seeing the rain.

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