My Fancy Beloved

Nimb

Tio approached the well, he lowered the bucket rope hanging on the pulley and threw the bucket that was attached to the rope. Then, he pulled the bucket rope after the water was full.

While Angga waited for the water that Tio was filling and brought in front of him. He smiled wryly.

"Now, enough for a bucket?" ask Tio. He placed a bucket of water in front of Angga.

"Well, what's a water neem? The water machine is next to the well, you stay cool." Said mr. Yuan.

"Well, why didn't you say that, Om!" sulcan Tio.

"You are not!" answer mr. Yuan. Then he passed from the kitchen and let his only child try to do his job.

"Yes, yeah!" sahut Angga and Tio together.

"Udah, game over! Let's take a walk in the garden next door!" tio. It passed leaving Angga who was rinsing dishes and glasses.

"Hmm," Angga just throbbed and did his job well.

After finishing composing the dishes on a small basket on the table. Angga headed straight to the living room. There his father and Tio were waiting for him.

"Yeah, we're leaving now!" bring Mr. Yuan. He walked out the door first.

Angga went into the room first to pick up his phone. He plans to take pictures later when he arrives at the garden.

The three of them were ready to leave. By taking a car to the garden which is currently in harvest. Not just across the street, but somewhere else. A little far from the house. Next to the oil palm plantation visited this morning is close to a very large vegetable garden.

The car they were driving stopped right near a small shop. That's where they'll park the vehicle.

"Where's the garden, Pa?" ask Angga curious.

"That's it, let's go there." Bring mr Yuan.

They walked down the path leading to the workers' gathering. There is a Trolly or wheelbarrow that has been displayed there. The workers immediately stood up and greeted the owner of the garden who came to them.

"Good morning, gentlemen, and Mas-mas. How are you?" greet Mr. Yuan. In front of him consists of six parents semuruan sir and also young men aged around twenty-five and above.

"Good morning, sir. We're all healthy" they answered. Angga and Tio only pay attention to people who are already experts in the field of harvesting palm fruit.

After finishing greeting each other and providing information regarding the garden, Mr. Yuan allowed the harvesters to start their work.

Tio and Angga are just spectators, they pay attention to how to mendodos palm oil in every worker.

"Are you interested in trying?" ask mr. Yuan.

"Eh, no, Pa, it's hard." Reject Angga.

"You, Tio?" mr. Yuan turned to ask Tio.

"No dare, Om. Afraid of getting hit!" kelakar Tio's.

"Well, you are!" sahut mr Yuan. He also chuckled with Tio's words.

"Pa, I took Tio to the end there, yeah! Look at the ijo-ijo." Angga.

Angga pointed towards a vegetable field that was grown with long bean vegetables, kecipir, and gambas (sundanya language, oyong).

"That's far away, if you're lost how?" said mr. Yuan.

"No, Pa, we're big. Cook yes, it can be lost in the same telen nut tree." Angga Canda.

"Geez, Pa, I won't! We're not going to do anything, really. Promise, huh!" angga. He raised his finger to form the letter V.

"Basar stubborn boy. Yes, yes, go. But remember! Come back before lunch." Said mr. Yuan. He glanced at the watch on his wrist as a code. Time shows at eight in the morning.

"Thank you, Papa," Angga immediately stepped towards the exit. Followed Tio behind him. Still passing the path, until it reaches the asphalt road.

They walked along the asphalt road for about ten minutes to the path to the green fields. When he was about to turn towards the field, he was stopped by a young man who had just come out of the path.

"sorry. You're who? where you going? What's the interest, huh?" prevent Ali. He asked a lot of questions to the two teenagers in front of him. It just so happened that Ali had helped his father deliver fertilizer for crops in the fields.

"Eh, yes, Mas. Sorry, can we come in? We want to see the vegetable garden" said Angga. He tried to ask permission first.

"I'm sorry, only the interested can go there." Tukas Ali's.

"Mas, we're just for a second, really. Promise will not destroy a small crop there," please Angga.

"I'm sorry, Mas, we're both Yuan sir's children. The owner of the palm oil plantation," Tio pointed to the direction of the palm oil plantation they had visited.

Ali who felt familiar with Mr. Yuan also thought for a moment. He was still not convinced by the two boys who were before him at this moment. Tio tried to convince Ali. Finally, by agreement, Ali accompanied the town boy to the field where his father grew vegetables. With conditions that must be fulfilled of course.

"All right, I allow it. But, you guys should buy our vegetables." Ali made an offer.

"Alright, Mas. We'll buy the vegetables." Tio agreed to the terms given by Ali.

"Well, that's dong! Come on, follow me." Ali said.

Ali walked ahead of Angga and also Tio. Angga whispered to Tio and kept his distance with Ali's steps of about five meters. They both slowed down his steps.

"You brought no money, Yo?" whispered Angga.

"My money is there, but it's sad. Your money, yes!" Tio whispered back in Angga's ear.

"Aihhh, how the hell, during the school holidays the pocket money is reduced, Oneng!" gerutu Angga's.

"Udah, how much is there, the important thing is to buy vegetables. It is not possible, we have to buy sales in the market!" tio.

"You guys have been a long time, so or no, no!" said Ali. He looked back and saw the two boys whispering and walking slowly like snails.

"Oh! so how come, Mom." Reply Tio and Angga together. Then they quickened their footsteps.

"I only hold fifty thousand, how many are you?" asked Angga still in a whisper while glancing forward. I was afraid that his words would be heard by Ali.

"Udah, that's enough, Ga. Usually also the price of kale three thousand already dapet seiket." Resist Tio.

"Eh! You said it too, Yo! Come quickly," Angga immediately accelerated his pace following Ali.

"Wahh, it looks like a long bean vegetable when it's in the tree." Angga. He was amazed to see the number of long beans that were clinging to the small wood that supported each other.

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Hay, I hope you guys aren't the same as I write this. Sorry if there is too much drama. This story is a long process actually.

While waiting up next, stop by yuk to the work of my friend this one.May you like.