I'm Not Tarzan

5. Suddenly Jungle

Tama shook her head with a small laugh hearing Mr. Amin's words just now.

"Yiyyyy! Tama!Yep!"

The black leafy is getting dark open.

The smoke of Kretek Cigarettes is soaring like a factory chimney.

Mr. Amin looks angry.

"You do it yourself" he said again.

"You must report to me first." Mr. Amin smacked his skull on his thigh.

Looks thin dust flying.

Tama smiled broadly.

"That's not Mr. Amiiiin's job!" Tama got up from her seat.

Holding the trunk of a fairly large Mango Tree.

"Oiyyyyyy! First up!"

"How much did you get yesterday?" Mr. Amin's murmur approached.

Tama rested her back.

It turned out that Mr. Amin was angry with him just for picking Rambutan at his school.

"I'm just fulfilling Gins' request, sir!"

Tama saw Mr. Amin's leafy moustache.

Mr. Amin sucked back his clove.

Tama smiled amusedly.

Like a burning jungle, as a puff of smoke filled Mr. Amin's mouth.

"Remember Tama, you wouldn't have gotten the money if it wasn't for me" Mr. Amin reminded.

Tama's thin lips moved slowly again.

"Yes sir, but yesterday because of Gins who forced," explained Tama.

Mr. Amin's face looked incredulous.

"Yes, Gins made a good offer for me." Tama returned to explain.

The smile and nod of Mr. Amin is seen with the hue of truth in his heart.

"I've guessed!" It is by turning the body.

"I have a debt to Gins, sir... While Mr. Amin has not given the task." Tama followed him.

Mr. Amin rode his motorcycle.

Tama widened her lips.

"I'm trying Tama!"

Mr. Amin's face looked upset.

"Gins right, celebrating his Ha-Be-De sir, let's just say what I did for his birthday gift sir."

Tama tried to explain again.

"But, you got value too."

Tama. Value, the word substitute for the wages received after work, which is commonly used by Mr. Amin on him.

"Just take a bonus, get an additional Mr. from the noble task."

Same with jokes.

"Yiyyyyy! Just say you want great value without including me Tama!"

Mr. Amin's face still looks upset.

Tama spread her thin lips.

Mr. Amin really did not believe it, the evidence still assumes that he had cheated on the job.

"Okay sir, I'm sorry." Tama smiled sincerely.

Mr. Amin threw away his kretek butts after a deep suction from his lush lips. Looking at Tama from the tip of the foot to the tip of the head.

Tama held amused in her heart, Pak Amin's freshly discarded kretek butts nearly burned the color brand of her kretek.

The sign is receding in his pocket. Because usually Mr. Amin will throw his butts before the limit of the brand Cigarette, if the bag is solid again.

Although still look upset Mr. Amin nodded without making a sound. Only the haunted lushness in the jungle of his lips seemed radiant.

"Where are we going, sir?"

Tama who felt since just now just circled around without being clear.

"My gas is running out, sir" he said again.

Remembering it before stopping he had seen the indicator on his speedometer only one strip.

Mr. Amin again hit his skull.

Tama held back the tickle.

"I'm thinking Tama!"

Mr. Amin's answer made Tama harbored his cockiness.

Always if you think Mr. Amin is done while muters are not clear. Why not before?

Tama felt an itch on his head, said Mr. Amin who always the same who wanted to make him shave his hair,.G**area ! overheard him.

It should also be before leaving Mr. Amin has thought about where and where they will look for Fruit.

Not when the gasoline is running out! Dongkol Tama saw the dark jungle Pak Amin.

Tama sneered softly.

"Reprecreary?" Tama with his motorbike.

Mr. Amin seemed to ignore Tama's speech, still looking around.

Occasionally open the skull by scratching the head of the golf course.

Tama sighed in annoyance, actually what Mr. Amin was looking for on the edge of the Forest.

"It's awkward Tama! It's awkward!"

Mr. Amin played his index finger.

Getting upset in Tama.

"True Mr. Amin, I think this is it, jungle. It's tough!" Tama pulled hard a leaf nearby. With eyes looking towards Mr. Amin's mustache.

"I've climbed fruit here, right you said Tama. It's fierce! so thick! but?"

Mr. Amin thought.

Tama melengos slowly.

Suddenly Jungle all felt lonely, like lost in the wild wilderness without a Master. Spooky sound from fangs or claws like ready to prey on when off guard.

There is no path without woe when one steps, even taking refuge in the dangers that lurk.

Suddenly Jungle, like a big gorilla watching.

Suddenly Jungle, here and there in pursuit of the Cannibal Tribe.

"Yes!"

Tama was really surprised. Almost hit the partially bald head of Pak Amin by him.

"This is Tama's tree!" Mr. Amin pointed at the Mango Tree.

Tama massaged her chest hard by taking a patient breath.

Mango tree that he has held since, yes? Mr. Amin hasn't seen him since.

The tree is big, older than Mr. Amin.

The rhino? It's lush, its fruit that doesn't exist.

Tama jumped from his motorbike, approaching Pak Amin who was holding a large rod that was very sturdy.

Mr. Amin's face was dumbstruck, looking up.

"Sir, we better go home."

It was like looking up.

"Tama, besides geratis I've got a lot of value from this tree," said Mr. Amin.

The forest on her lips woke up.

Tama really didn't think it out. Want to feel angry but not polite towards the older than him. It's like an impossible mission! Searching for the treasure that has been exhausted in the loot, from the rest of his own deeds.

It will be re-unboxing! Grunts in his mind.

"Sir, we better go to school" said Tama slowly. Slowly holding a feeling of panic in his heart.

"Yiyyy! what's Tama for?"

Mr. Amin reached into his shirt pocket.

Re-igniting his clove.

"At least today we have a little value sir." Tama left Mr. Amin.

"Yiyyyyy! Tama! Whatchu mean?"

Mr. Amin followed Tama with crete smoke on his lips scattered in the wind.

"Yesterday I haven't finished it all," replied Tama turned on the bike.

The astonished face of Mr. Amin is getting wild.

"Why haven't you told me since!" Mr. Amin turned off his clove on the trunk of a small tree.

Put the butts back in the wrap in his pocket.

Turn on the motor immediately.

"Since Mr Amin has invited? Who have orders and calls. I'm right, just following." irritated Tama even though she was still restrained.

"Yalyyyyy!" Sir Amin did not want to be blamed.

"Yes already, Mr. Amin walk first."

Tama's back the bike.

Mr. Amin turned his face away.

Tama smiled mockingly.

Mr. Amin had a gloomy time with the school guards, which made him never again monitor the fruitful Tree within.

Tama smiled by running her Motor.

It seems that Mr. Amin must be willing behind him, which is usually Pak Amin will not want to be behind, let alone a defeat.

Wrong is not wrong, right.

Loss is nothing, profit is all.

Tama's smile grew more and more the pinisi ship grew towering as tall as the old Mango Tree, seeing Mr. Amin covering his face with a skull.

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