I'm Not Tarzan

8. Climb Love!

Pak Amin's face looks carefree, jungle in his mouth was happy waving affectionately in between the thick clove smoke.

Happy whistles also clearly sound like a humming welcome the arrival of a brilliant morning.

Take a leisurely walk by putting one hand in the pocket of his blisters that are still not ironed, with the new decker cup yesterday morning in the wash.

His motorcycle was deliberately placed far away in the courtyard of the House, his new T-shirt became a reason for a long walk near the crowd of people who were shopping in Ginsul Warung.

Tama who saw from the window immediately rushed out of the room, looking pretentious! The coolness of Mr. Amin makes a sense of curiosity and does not want to have his life in his brain.

The sound of cheering daffodils with scornful hair from outside and inside the Warung also came out of the lips of the girls who were no longer sinting the buds of the new leaves growing on the shoots of the tree.

The loud shaking saw the appearance of Mr. Amin who was not as bad as usual.

Mr. Amin more relaxed approaching young and old mothers who are shopping for vegetables, things and habits that are routinely done every morning.

"Already! I used to praise him!" ceplos Pak Amin saw one by one the girls who were mostly celeting with him.

Sontak and compact all that there are cursing each other with there is one of them throwing Mr. Amin with cassava leaves that are almost withered.

"That's what I've got off Mr. Aminnnn! to sound like we're all in the middle of what?"

The voice of a short man.

Mr. Amin smirked.

The black lush jungle looks they laugh unpleasant because it mixes with crete smoke that He just sulut.

Tama who was dumbfounded noticed, increasingly dumbfounded as her grandmother laughed walking closer to the crowd.

"Any piece, Mr Amin, where will you climb?" Nek Imah before reaching the crowd.

Mr. Amin laughed broadly in response.

"Darling Mr. Amin T-shirts are used for climbing! It's hard to wash it if it's exposed to tree sap!"

A young mother chimed in on the words of Nek Imah.

Mr. Amin laughed even more, with one hand tucked back into his pants pocket. As if afraid of the contents inside fall, or also as if in the middle of a lot of money.

Nek Imah stood near Pak Amin with attention to the appearance of the action of the driver of his demon barrel Pak Amin.

The muters in front of the stall showed off his new t-shirt.

Tama was sitting limp, staring at the ceiling of the terrace. Like remembering about last night's dream that he might have passed back.

The t-shirt used by Mr. Amin, he bargained in the cheapest chat on the market, and that was almost half a year ago, too, he had scissors on the arm and often used as an interior when climbing.

It turns out that Mr. Amin is now showing off the same T-shirts to mothers who are shopping.

Tama shuffled slowly into the House, Mr. Amin seemed to still focus on his t-shirt, so before his dizziness re-engaged in the misleading leafy lushness, it was good he returned to the room.

"Ginsul! Gins!!"

I almost looked over, sure enough.

"Ginsul! tell the mothers in your stalls!"

"Show them where the orchards are ready to download today!"

Tama heard back.

"Garden? Fruit?" As he recalled, Ginsul and his family did not have a fruit orchard with what was meant by Mr. Amin.

A voice like someone opening a door sounded in the kitchen. Tama immediately disengaged her intention to pretend to sleep, considering that Mr. Amin did not tell her if he was going to be on duty.

Get to the kitchen immediately. While the noise of frenzied scorn is still increasingly crowded.

Tama should be back.

Ginsul signals by covering the lips with one index finger.

"Don't tell Mr. Amin if I'm at your place, Tama" he said, as if he was careful.

Tama widened her lips.

"Hopefully your lies will soon be revealed" Tama responded slowly.

"Yes, aghhh!"

Ginsul's like sulking pissed.

"I didn't mean to!"

"But Mr. Amin takes it seriously!"

Tama stared at the annoyed hue of Ginsul's face.

Ginsul lowered his face, like something he regretted.

Tama and Ginsul are shocked, especially Ginsul. A loud voice calling him back sounded.

"Pa, hide me!" Ginsul with Tama's hand.

"In the pants pocket?" Tama took her hand off Ginsul.

Ginsul is getting unsettled.

"As far as you are!"

Tama let go of her upset breath.

"Yetoooooo!!"

Tama almost jumped, including Ginsul.

Mr. Amin called him now.

A moment saw the tensed Ginsul, Then holding her hand rushed into the room.

"Well," said Tama.

Ginsul looks at Tama in disbelief.

Smiling holding his blanket.

"Yamaaaa!"

Ginsul immediately climbed on top of Dipan, Tama immediately covered her body with a blanket. Ginsul's body now looks like a bolster pillow.

Tama immediately spread her body by closing her eyes, before her name was called back.

Address! The wrath of Mr. Amin is increasingly becoming if until his call is not in sahuti.

"Tamaa! Yoooooo!!"

Tama increasingly forced her eyes closed, her heart thumping at the rough steps approaching her room.

"Yiyyyyy!!"

Tama almost opened her eyes hearing the unpleasant sound coming through her entire room.

"That's the bolster you hugged Tama!"

"Didn't you hear the tree of sustenance has passed since!"

Tama held her increasingly roaring breath in agitation.

Not only do I have Mr. Amin who is often filled with dust, but also his lips filled with the dust of wrathful angkara.

Tama pretended to squirm, when Mr. Amin's rough hand turned his body.

Pretending to be shocked immediately sat down and rubbed into his two eyes.

"What's the matter Mr. Amin?"

"Oiyyyyyy! Too bad you're Tama!"

"Today right, no duty sir?"

Tama yawned a lie.

Pak Amin's lips twitched, tentunnya with nose flowers and black lush that did not feel good in view.

"Try to see again! the message I sent!"

Tama evaporated again, clearly the lie of Mr. Amin in his perverted jungle.

Obviously and just He put the Mobile, before Mr. Amin came. He still claimed to have sent her a message.

Tama looks at her Handphone, pretending to see Chat on her Wa.

Clearly listed the delivery time of the message.

"Yes Sir, I'm sorry. Tama's cell phone was turned off last night, "he said because he thought Ginsul was by his side.

"Babyshyyyyyy! First up! hurry up. You'll get back on duty!"

Mr. Amin left the room.

Tama massaged her chest, seeing Ginsul's body still wrapped in a blanket.

Suddenly hesitated to touch Ginsul.

He thought for a moment to climb slowly, Why did He dare to embrace Ginsul?

Tama rubbed his long hair softly, and hit hard enough on Ginsul's leg.

'Ouchhh!Yep!"

Tama jump from Dipan.

Ginsul sat with a grimace holding a foot wrapped in grease.

Tama was a little confused, it seems that he did not notice Ginsul's swollen legs.

Tama instantly covered Ginsul's head with a blanket, the sound of steps she memorized back nearing the room.

"Yiyyyyy! Nah-Tama!"

The cruel face of Mr. Amin was more sadistic to see Tama like sleeping sitting down hugging bolsters.

"Wake up again Tama! Didn't you hear Ginsul's voice calling you?"

Tama pretended to be shocked by rubbing her eyes back.

"Sorry Mr. Amin, still sleepy," he said yawned a lie.

"Again going to change the bolsters, ehhh! Sleeping again." Tama seems guilty.

"Calyphyyyyyyy!!"

"Hurry now! I'm waiting at Ginsul's shop!"

Mr. Amin hurried out of the room.

For the second time Tama rubbed her chest.

"Gins, did you hear?"

Tama stand up immediately.

"I misdid Chat," Ginsul slowly saw the door of the room that was covered in curtains.

Tama pinched her hair in annoyance.

"Can't you see, my hair with Mr. Amin's mustache?"

Tama looked out the window.

Ginsul stood up limped.

"The kucelnya!" whispered furious Ginsul.

"Did your fear overpower the pain in your legs?"

Tama saw Ginsul's legs, which clearly did not see Ginsul walking lamely.

Ginsul widens her lips.

"I was astonished too? suddenly back to pain," he said with eyes peeking between the windows.

"Tell me where is your imaginary fruit? what you're pointing at is Mr. Amin," asked Tama directly in the middle of the room door, blocking Ginsul from coming out.

Ginsul looked at Tama's face in confusion to answer.

Tama's eyes increasingly examine freely in the teeth of Ginsul who began to smile.

"I need an answer ... Not a smile" Tama explained.

Ginsul looked at Tama.

Tama misbehaved.

"I've answered, with my smile,"

"If you ask for an answer."

Ginsul by grabbing out of the room by holding his leg.

Tama glued, looking at the entire room.

"Oh yeah, Tama."

Tama turned her body.

"Night I dreamed I was climbing with you, but I don't know what we're climbing?"

"But in a hurry, Mr. Amin I sent," Ginsul blushed.

"The fruit I mean exists ...."

Ginsul's face was getting more blustery, now with the bow of the face from the look of Tama's eyes.

Tama held a thump in her heart.

"In my heart" said Ginsul, looking back at Tama.

"If you want to climb up and pluck it, I've given you an answer."

Ginsul rushed straight to the kitchen.

Tama was stunned without being able to smile, looking at Ginsul's passing steps.

Tama approached the chair, sitting down slowly with her face up to the skies of the House.

Hearts pounding.

It seems that all the fruit trees He has ever climbed, only the tree of love that He has not yet climbed.

He also loved Ginsul.

Suddenly but surely, Tama's lips moved. A smile was carved from his heart.

He seems to have to try it, and now is the time to feel the tree climbing that many of his friends talk about while at school.

He will climb it, for the owner has permitted it.

"Climbing love!!"

Cheers in the heart, filled the ceiling in the chest.

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