I'm Not Tarzan

39. Whistles.

Kyra pulls Tama's sleeveless shirt hard to make her almost fall down before climbing the Rambutan Tree tree trunk.

"Why do you keep resisting every time I tell you to serve?"

Tama took Kyra's hand off her T-shirt.

"Kyra, I'm not done, my job is not done!" Tama by holding both of Kyra's angry shoulders.

"You always reason!" Kyra stared hard.

Tama widened her lips.

"Didn't you see it?" Tama rests her back on the Tree Trunk.

Kyra melengos annoyed.

"Kyraa?" Tama looked on with pity.

"Sir Amin must have told me Kyra too" he said again.

Kyra is upset.

The sound of people whistling sounded.

Tama glared at him towards where Kyra was looking.

The whistling of Sultan Amin is like rubbing the eardrum.

"Yiyyy! Tama! I rarely see you whistle!"

I look upset, Mr. Amin.

Mr. Amin again whistled like a man who was a lot of money in all his pockets. By leaning his back body on the motorcycle seat.

Then look at Kyra who has also seen him again.

"Kyras! Shame of whistling in public! He prefers to whistle with hiding!"

Kyra's eyes were staring dislikefully.

Tama exhaled to see Mr. Amin. It looks like Mr. Amin's lips are kissing with a voice.

"Sir Amin! Can't you stop whistling?" Her question was upset to hear.

"Yalyyyy!" Mr. Amin looks unacceptable.

Kyra moved slowly towards Mr. Amin.

"Sir, does Mr. Amin often see Tama whistling?"

Mr. Amin immediately chuckled to Kyra.

Tama who heard immediately climb up.

"Yes!" Kyra called out to him.

Tama immediately sat on the tree branch.

"Yes! Yep!" Mr. Amin was laughing at him.

With a smile on his black Jungle, Mr. Amin led Kyra closer to the Rambutan Tree.

Tama exhaled to see the behavior of Mr. Amin under him.

Mr. Amin whistled again.

Kyra stared hard at Tama.

"Tama's whistles are almost the same as Ginsul's!" Mr. Amin showed off both of his lips to Kyra.

Kyra threw away a dislike face.

Mr. Amin laughed to Tama.

Tama immediately raised a gaze towards Rambutan on it. Hoping for one of his hordes to fall on Mr. Amin.

"Yiyyyy! Tama! My whistles are louder than your whistles!" Mr. Amin with a waist rack.

Kyra snorted at Tama.

"Sir Amin! Once the task in the garden is done! Mr. Amin's charge of accusation in my house!" Kyra angrily walked away from Mr. Amin.

Mr. Amin laughed happily. Opening the cake.

"Attack Kyra!" Excitement then.

Tama grabbed the nearby Bamboo Galah. Holding it tight like ready to pluck a bald head with a little hair behind it, when turning his head.

Tama immediately swung her pole with her heart, looking at the face that had just seen her with laughter.

"Yiyyy! Tama! We've got another assignment!" Mr. Amin girang.

Tama sighed, climbing even more. Mr. Amin's whistles made him want to know the origin of the voice.

"Yes! I'd love to see your whistles! what you showed Ginsul!"

Tama twisted the upset pole in the pengerang.Segang Rambutan stuck at the end of the pole.

"Dad! Tama! I think Ginsul's whistles to you made you so excited about downloading today!"

Tama covered his ears with a sense of regret, lowering the pole slowly towards Mr. Amin.

"I'm not ready for my job yet!"

Tama really wanted to swing his Bamboo Galah towards the haughty steps of Mr. Amin, who casually left the Rambutan that He had lowered.

The whistling sounded again.

Tama clucked slowly, reclining his regret by sitting on the branch he stepped on.

"Yes!"

"Yiyyyy! Yep!"

"Yes Mr. Amin!" His feet were angry.

"It looks like Kyra likes you Tama!"

Tama pulls up Galah rambutan.

"No Sir! Kyra likes Mr. Amin!" Follow him by picking a Rambutan.

"Yiyyy!"

"Kyra told me about Mr. Amin!" Tama immediately ate Rambutan Fruit. Look at Mr. Amin who rubbed his black jungle.

He smiled as well by chewing.

"Yep, Tama!"

"I mean, Kyra said about Mr. Amin's mustache! Too ouch! Sir!" Tama smiled broadly with the rambutan seeds still tucked in her cheeks.

"Yiyyy! Tama! My mustache is mediocre Tama!"

Mr. Amin saw a mustache in the rear-view mirror of his motorbike.

Tama threw it with Rambutan Leather.

Mr. Amin flinched, looking annoyed.

"No Sir! Kyra said PakAmin's mustache is exstraordinary!" Tama.

Quickly stand up, when Mr. Amin re-emerged the Rambutan Skin to him.

"Otherwise it's whistling sir!" Tama almost dropped Galah for laughing.

"Make the body hot-cold sir! Like a bee sting?" Tama hugged the tree trunk holding back her laughter.

"Yiyyy! Tama! Are you mocking me?"

Mr. Amin walked up to the tree.

Tama rushed to climb higher.

"Yes Sir!" The thrill of looking down.

"Yiyyy!!" Mr. Amin was angry.

"Remove! Mr. Amin is making it up! I've never whistled this long!" Just by lowering the pole.

"Yiyyy!" Mr. Amin holds the Tree Trunk Tree.

"Sir Amin don't climb! Mr. Amin's mistake is heavier than Mr. Amin's body!" Tama pointed Galah near Mr. Amin's face.

Irritatedly Mr. Amin took Rambutan at the end of Galah.

"The Ginsul Cheek you touched! Is that not a whistle?" Mr. Amin looked up again.

Tama nyengir.

"Did Mr. Amin ever hear a phrase! That love is blind?" Tama raise the pole back.

"Yiyyyy! Then were you shut up back then?" Mr. Amin was like a sting, stomping his feet firmly to the ground.

"Really Sir! Because if I see Mr. Amin! I definitely wouldn't do it!"

"Love is blind, sir!" Tama by re-directing Galah to his group Rambutan.

Mr. Amin sneered in annoyance, knocking Rambutan out of his hands. Open the skull and smite it into the tree trunk.

"Yiyyy! Tama! Then do I have to move your back body? So you can look with a glare!" Mr. Amin stepped back and looked up.

Tama quickly lowered Galah.

Mr. Amin immediately welcomed him.

"Our feelings are blind Mr. Amin, covered with something .. That I cannot say to Mr. Amin" said Tama. Smiling raises Galah back.

"Yiyyy! Are you teaching me?" Mr. Amin plucked one Rambutan from his hand.

"Yes not, Mr. Amin!"

"Sir Amin would rather eat salt than me!" Tama.

"What did you say, Mom?" Mr. Amin prepared to peel the rambutan skin with his mouth.

"Are you mocking me? If I'm older than you?" Dumel Mr. Amin again.

Tama sighed, staring at the clustered sweet color.

"See to Mr. Amin! add sugar only if it feels salty!" By re-directing the Pole to the end of the Branch.

"Yiyyyy! Yep!"

Tama quickly poked down.

"I know it's like you're a Ginsul-christ!" Mr. Amin seemed to want to mock by biting Rambutan Skin.

Tama widens her lips, by going to see the end of her Galah which is related to the twig containing Rambutan.

But his eyes quickly saw Mr. Amin who cried out loudly by removing the rambutan skin from his mouth and throw Rambutan in his hands. Prancing spit to the ground.

Tama laughed out loud.

Mr. Amin rubbed his mouth with his skull.

"Sir Amin! Mr Amin! Love is blind sir! Just whistling ants to Mr. Amin!" Tama leaned her body on the trunk of the tree.

His hand felt stiff to turn Galah, as it could not hold Laughter.

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