My Friend in Grandpa Village

Chapter 3

At exactly 05:50 Dena was awakened by Grandpa. All manner of ways Grandpa woke up.

Dena walked lazily towards the bathroom. Unimaginable by Dena if the shower at this hour. The cold water plus the cold atmosphere made him tighten his teeth shivering when he came out of the bathroom.

The grandfather who saw it laughed at the cold grandson.

After breakfast, Grandpa immediately took Dena out around the village. Getting around at this hour is perfect. The mood of the adem, the morning dew is still visible in the leaves. The sun has not yet appeared but has already revealed the dawn that appears in the eastern horizon.

"Do you remember, Cu? This place is always where you play first." said Grandpa while showing a place in the shade tree, there are large rocks there.

"Hehe, no, Kek." replied Dena grinning.

They went around occasionally greeting the villagers there. No time has shown at half-eight.

"Cu, Grandpa wants to go to the rice field first. You wanna come?" ask Grandpa.

"No, Cake. Later in the afternoon Dena come with Grandpa to the rice field. Dena wants to go around here first like exciting." reject Dena.

"Will you go around alone? Not afraid of getting lost?"

"No, Cake. Dena didn't go far. In the vicinity here. At most Dena stuck later at the end of the tea plantation." replied Dena.

"Judek. Grandpa lives, right? If you want to go home and forget the way home, you ask the residents here. Tell me where Grandpa Hari's house is, they'll know."

"Yes, Cake. The famous sekampung mah yes." replied Dena lazy to roll his eyeball perfectly.

Grandpa just laughed seeing the granddaughter upset. It's true that Grandpa Hari was already famous in his village. In addition to having plantations, Grandpa Hari also has rice fields that he has rented for farmers in his village. It was only natural that Grandpa Hari was quite famous in that village. Grandfather Hari was also famous for his kindness, being friendly, not being arrogant.

Now Dena's driving around alone. Sometimes he greeted the villagers there. The villagers were very friendly, they asked about Dena where she came from. Dena enthusiastically recounts that she is Grandpa Hari's granddaughter.

In a short time Dena has been much liked by the villagers because of her inherent humanity. Not to mention his unpredictable attitude.

"Hey, Neng. Where to go early in the morning alone." said a father.

"Against the morning walk, Kang.o.o.o.o.o.o.d." replied Dena kindly.

"Oah. Okay then go on, Neng."

"Yes, Kang."

Weary, Dena stopped under the fruitful mango tree. Coincidentally there is a long wooden chair there makes Dena immediately complacent will enjoy the view of the village. The sounds of birds chirping unpretentiously with the sound of chicken kokokan.

Dukes

"Awwwshh..." Dena grimaced as one mango landed on her head. The girl rubbed her head right on the part where the mango landed.

The girl looked down and picked up the mango that had fallen on her head earlier.

"Sue very ah! Early in the morning instead of the money ketiban eh even ketiban mango. Fate, fate!" the girl was upset.

"But mayan is made to eat. I think it's delicious. Uh! Uh. But isn't there a guy?" Dena looked back at what she believed was the house of the owner of the mango tree.

"It seems like nothing. Oh, the door is closed. No pa-pa deh nimpuk on the head." he smiled with a mango in his hand.

Srakk srakk

Dena scrunched her forehead confused. He glanced upwards, but, there was no one. Once again the sound was heard into his ear the difference was like the sound of a branch that wanted to be broken. Is possible?

Dena got rid of it. However, just a few steps he moved, it hit him immediately.

The girl closed her eyes tightly. Not the pain that he got even as tender. Over time out of curiosity the girl finally opened her eyes. Instantly his eyeballs immediately widened when he saw the object that hit his body.

"Yakkkk...!!! What the fuck!!!" dena shouted directly pushing the young man. He stood up to shake his dirty clothes.

The one being pushed automatically tumbled backwards. His body landed softly on the mango tree. He immediately grimaced slowly.

"Who are you, huh!!!?" shouted Dena while shaking her waist. Looking at the horror towards the young man who had just befallen him earlier.

"Lo who plays pushing people carelessly." he replied and stood up.

"Diddeliver! You are the one who has hit my body. Uh, even nyolot again lo!"

"Yes, sorry. The branches of the mango tree are slippery so I slipped." he said apologizing.

The young man looked excited. "W-what? I'm just asking for it." he said.

"lik! Really, you have the same permission who has mango?"

The young man shook his head. Then he gasped in shock as Dena suddenly patted hard on his hand.

"Well! Lo maling mango. Oh, I'm not lo!" dena pointed at the young man. His index finger was immediately captured.

"Syutt... can not diem anyway? Don't be so loud."

"Gue, the guy can't lie. So, how's dong?" dena fishing rod.

"Yes, don't lie. The point is, don't tell anyone. Nih! My reply to the mango that I just picked. We split the average, how?" bargained for.

Dena shook her head while scooping da da. As they were discussing, suddenly there was a scream from back there.

"Hey! My mangoes, here you are on!"

Dena and the young man looked at each other.

"Gue is not bad. You're the one who's turning." Dena pointed towards the young man who was carrying a mango, keeping it at the end of his shirt.

The young man immediately picked up some mangoes that he had stored on his shirt and then forcefully gave it to Dena making the girl glare instantly.

"Sir, here! He also picked up the mango!" he shouted at the men who were walking towards them.

"Well! Whoa... Lo tuh. The point is I don't maling mango ya." reply Dena who was getting upset.

"Where to turn my nose. Ew! The proof is he's holding the father's mango." his body again.

"You again you again. I've told you how many times, don't like my mango nutmeg. Lookie! Now you bring a girl partner."

"Yes, sorry, sir. You see the mango tuh tuh delicious, sweet again so I like to please." reply too honest.

"What!! So then... Do you often have mangoes here?" Dena half whispered.

"Yes. Why?" ask the young man back.

"I'm tired of punishing you a few times. Now the punishment is on me."

"Wooh! Sir, Sir. I'm not wrong, sir. He is the father of mangoes, not me. I was just being slandered, sir. Yakali chicks as good as this mango guy's thief." the girl's in the fog. Not all day he was in his grandfather's village, uh there's been an incident like this.

"I don't want to know. Now my wife is craving again." said the father who deviated a little from the topic.

"Lahh... relationship of mango thief with father's wife cravings what, sir?" the young man's protest was astonished.

"Yes, it has something to do with it. My wife now wants to eat rice eel. So, the penalty now is, you guys get me a rice field eel for my wife."

"What!!" yelled Dena frustrated.

"You want me to punish like that or want me to report to mr. rt, maybe I sue you for stealing." replied the father lightly.

"Well! Gee. It's not fair the name, sir. I'm here also maligned, I'm not maling mango father loh."

"That's proof. Anyway I don't want to know. Now you also find a rice eel for my wife." the father simply left two humans who were thinking about their fate.

"Lo anyway! So gini is. I don't know anything eh even join seret. Apes is really!" grunt Dena grunting.

"Nasi is already porridge. Mending we find the eel right now. Hot hunting day."

"Oh, yeah. What's your name? My name is Fairel, call Arel." he continued, extending his hand.

"Dena" replied the girl shaking her hand.

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