I'm Not Tarzan

4. Rambutan.

"Yes! that's Tama...!"

The sound of squealing like alternating swarming under Tama who was on top of the Tree.

"That's Tama! Yes that...!"

Tama looked down. Then plucked the stalk of Rambutan that had just been pointed at by her Schoolmate.

Dropped him down.

All kept repeating, Tama kept following each time his friend asked for the Rambutan Fruit that was in every branch and twig that existed.

The sunny weather favors him by easily climbing and picking Rambutan.

All he was accustomed to, his small body was making him light in stems and branches, though in small twigs and far from the reach of hands.

He must also use tools such as wood pole broken from the tree to pick the Rambuan Fruit.

There are also classmates who also went up to the tree but only limited to the tree trunk and branches that are climbing.

Not all boys dare to be tall.

"Who's on top?"

All the students and students who were silent, as well as Tama who was still holding a group of Rambutan.

Tama looked down precisely at the startling new voice.

Tama grinned stifledly by releasing the Rambutan Fruit.

The red ants bit his fingers and some got into the sleeves of his long-handed t-shirt.

It quickly came down.

Many eyes saw him, all stunned.

looks so fast and agile and light Tama movement.

Ginsul who since then only gave the command where the location of the Fruit to be picked and also never stop eating Rambutan Fruit, silenced with the remaining Rambutan seeds in his mouth, puffed up like a boil on his cheek.

"Your mom...!!!"

Simultaneously a voice was heard as the PNS-clad woman walked closer.

"Your name?"

Approaching tama.

Everything that exists is moving.

"Tama, You ...."

Observing Tama's face especially her long hair.

Tama nodded respectfully.

Bu Warna is her English Teacher who always gives value away from the word enough.

"Mom." Seyum Tama's.

"Your name? Your hair?" Bu Colour frowned. Blending the glasses in use also looks to move.

Tama shamed.

Semalu hijab color Bu Color.

"Now, you're in college, ma'am, so gondrong."

A voice sounded.

Tama saw a schoolgirl in a white hijab.

There was the sound of laughter coming from some of them.

"What are you laughing at?" Bu Colour with staring one by one the faces of the Students

No sound is heard. Cowering to blame each other.

"What is like this... What a commendable friend?" Surrounding one by one his disciples.

No one answered.

"Whatever? What did you guys do to Tama?" By seeing Tama again.

"But it's Tama's job now Ma'am, we didn't mean to insult her."

One of the schoolgirls who was also teary-eyed spoke up explained.

"But your cheers mean it!"

Bu Colour stared inside the Schoolgirl standing near Ginsul.

"Mom, we're sorry. Everything we do on the basis of ... We have not seen Tama for a long time, either" said the schoolgirl near Ginsul by slowly elbowing her arms, like inviting her to tour speaking.

"I-yes Ma'am, let's just say we're in the middle of a reunion."

Ginsul.

"Besides Gins, celebrating her HBD Mom!" Timpal friend behind Ginsul.

All the faces were smiling.

But the face of the color Bu is getting half the color of the hijab.

"When you want to eat rambutan ma'am."

The student's voice chimed later.

Ginsul smiled shyly.

"Yes! come with me" said Bu Colour saw Tama.

"And all of you, clean up the trash you made! Like the writing in front of the school...."

Bu Colour left his Students in Tama with smiles to his old friends.

Ginsul's face pouted heavily. Facing the steps of Bu Colour and Tama who moved away.

The voices of his friends scramble each other's grunts.

"Not to the storm! Everything without exception, clean everything! Like what's written in front of the school!"

Shouted friend Ginsul saw friends blame each other.

"Put the trash in its place!"

"Look for cleanliness!"

One-by-one screaming.

"Hergiene of part of the Faith!"

The student wearing the hijab exclaimed.

"Clean the rich base!"

The boy next to her nodded.

"Masa? the proof is that we are not rich every day cleaning!"

Schoolgirls hijab commenting.

Everyone immediately cheered him.

Ginsul although with a heavy heart was forced to take the skin and seeds of Rambutan are scattered a lot.

Almost all the students shouted, many red ants bit them, of course it made the Students laugh with excitement.

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While Tama who followed the steps of Bu Colour towards his room, like feeling back in school.

One by one the space that He passed through did not escape His sight.

Seemed lonely, because indeed all the Students and Students had gone home. Only Ginsul and his old friends live.

His smile expanded, looking at the door of his classroom that had been closed.

Tama set his pace. Stand up in front of the door.

"Tama, come in."

New color ma'am sitting.

Tama nodded slowly.

His eyes at a glance pay attention to the entire room Bu Colour.

It was the same as the last time he entered it.

Sitting slowly in front of Bu Colour.

"Tama, are you really working?"

Tama nodded.

"To pick fruit ma'am, anything," he said slowly.

A look also covered his face.

"Is it harmless Tama?" Bu Colour was like a horror to see Tama who was on top of the Tree.

"Danger Mom, but Tama's used to it now." Obviously again.

A smile was seen from the lips of Bu Colour to him.

Tama downcast shy.

"Mom, Tama agreed to Ginsul's request,"

"Watch the reunion too, Mom." Tama's smile explained.

"Yes, it's Tama." By breathing a sigh of relief.

"Mom just doesn't want them...?"

Bu Colour smiled broadly staring.

"Tama's okay ma'am" Tama explained convincingly.

Ms. Color was good to her, although it never gave her any good value. But like a brother to him. At least often advise him if his behavior in school out of the zone of good behavior.

"But, is Tama okay?"

Miss Color as less sure.

"True ma'am, it's Tama's job."

Tama was convincing.

"Yes, already. I'll allow a reunion under the rambutan tree. But don't forget, clean it up after it's done."

Tama nodded happily. Smile stand.

"Excuse me ma'am" he said bowing respectfully.

Mom Color smiles nod.

A little quickly Tama rushed out of the room.

Keep walking where Ginsul cs was he left.

Tama's stunned.

Clean once seen under the tree, even old friends like never litter the place.

Tama untied her hair, then tidied her hair by pinching it back.

"Where's Ginsul?" ask her heart to look around.

Ginsul like in the swallow of the Earth, or wasted in the trash? gone without saying anything, or at least waiting for him. Because I went with him.

Tama immediately rushed over, indeed Ginsul seemed to have gone home first, considering there was no longer a single sound from Gins cs.

The steps are getting faster.

He almost screamed.

A ginsul with its mouth covered suddenly emerged from the school gate.

Tama rubbed her chest.

"Gins!Gins!" It was like gushing in front of Ginsul.

"Quickly we'll go home." Forcefully withdrawing Tama's hand.

Immediately ride the motor matic Ginsul that was carried in a piggy bank.

Tama observed Ginsul still covering her mouth.

"Why with your mouth?" tama asked after Ginsul got up behind her.

Ginsul just kept quiet, hitting both of Tama's shoulders to quickly leave.

"Your bow was removed?" Again.

Ginsul hit him on the shoulder.

"Because of eating too much rambutan seeds?" Geli Tama imagined.

Back Ginsul hit Tama's shoulder, now harder.

Tama complain.

"Road hunt!" Ginsul cried with a hand-holding voice.

"Unclear Gins, speak politely."

Ginsul's face seemed to want to cry by moving his body.

Immediately start the motor.

"Quickly, my lips hurt!"

Tama who would pull the gas lever, turned his head back.

Ginsul pissed his shoulders back.

"In the bite of ants" said Ginsul embarrassed mixed with annoyance.

Tama termangu for a moment.

Pulling the gas lever slowly. His small laugh as the slow pace of Motorcycle increasingly made Ginsul open his mouth to scream.

"Yes! don't speed!!"

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