My Perfect Husband's

CHAPTER 242 Hijacking the Sawah

Want not to and for the love of Brian come to the rice field. Okay, Brian's food problem isn't as good as Arsen's. But to go to the rice fields and play mud, of course as a son of Keenan Arga Dirgantara, of course has a sense of disgust. Brian could only give up on his fate. He also had to get ready to get drunk again when he came home later.

"This is the hoe, Brian. You hoe over there, I'm over here." Said Mr. Hendi.

"Yes Dad." Brian's Resignation. Brian by carrying the hoe towards the direction that was disputed by Mr. Hendi.

"This how?" murmured Brian. Brian then looked at Mr. Hendi, how to hoe.

"Oh that's how it is." Mumbled again. And it turns out that hoe is heavy.

"Crazy! It's heavy too but Gea's dad can be strong and look light." Inner Brian.

"Come on Brian's spirit! At least come home from here, you are ready to submit a job proposal to Papa. And make Gea's dream come true." His inner. Now Brian is trying his hardest to hoe. It was also only five minutes, Brian had already felt his arms linu-linu.

"Come Brian! Let's just say you're having a gym. Okay." Okay." His mind cheered with excitement. Although his mind was cheering vigorously but his body could not be compromised.

"Dad, get some rest!" Brian shouted across there.

"Yes. Just rest and then go on." Said Mr. Hendi sambi hoeing tirelessly. Brian's gaze circulated, looking at the expanse of green and vast rice fields.

"Indeed the land here has the potential to be used as a rice barn." Inner mumbling. Biran's view then focused on the figure of Mr. Hendi. There was a sense of admiration in Brian to see Mr. Hendi who worked so hard. Make him have an idea to learn about farming. After a five-minute break, Brian began hoeing back. After ten minutes, Brian rested five minutes, so continue until dusk began to say hello.

"Come on Brian, we're home!" Shouted Mr. Hendi who managed to complete a plot of rice fields a day. Brian, a quarter of them are non-existent. SUCK! Brian then ran closer to Mr. Hendi.

"I'm sorry Dad, just a little. It's a big sawn."

"It's okay. Tomorrow morning you go again."

"More?" Brian was running away again.

"Yes, Brian. One day Dad's target is one swath of rice."

"This far?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Why not use a tractor or a cow?"

"Employ fee. The level of well-being in this village is small. They prefer to plow themselves because it saves cost."

"Then all these rice paddies belong to Dad?"

"All these rice paddies belong to someone else, Brian. They entrusted Dad to take care of this rice field. Those who have this work outside the island. Once a month the owner comes home."

"So Dad's on the payroll or the profit share?"

"At thirty thousand a day's salary. If the harvest, you also get another wage. Just like the others too. Find a job here is hard, Brian. That's why Gea moved to the city. Once I got a job in the office, I was happy and proud."

"Huh? Thirty thousand? Oh, my God, it's so small." Brian's mind feels sliced.

"Yes Dad. Gea is a hard worker. If the rice fields here are expensive or cheap, huh?"

"This is cheap. That's why the owner chose to be thrown at people."

"But it's the same, well, the harvest doesn't belong to the whole Father,."

"Yes how else than idle. Enough is not enough should be enough. Think of it as a sport." Said Mr. Hendi who can still review the smile on his face.

"Father the spirit yes. Hopefully later Gea can buy his own rice fields and the results can be enjoyed with the family."

"Amen. What would your parents do?" ask Mr. Hendi. Brian was confused looking for a story.

"Mmmm just building porters." Celtap Brian original.

"Well, whatever the work is important halal. You are also good at working in an office. College used?"

"Yes Dad. Got a scholarship."

"Well, great you are. The spirit is still young. Now we go home."

"Yes Dad."

Since plowing the fields together, Brian and Pak Hendi have become more familiar. Brian asked Mr. Hendi so much about the world of agriculture. Both look so familiar sitting on a bamboo chair, in front of the house.

"Well, it's boiled cassava, you try, Brian."

"Cass? I've never eaten food like this" he murmured in his heart.

I-yes Father." With hesitation, Brian snatched a single piece of boiled cassava from the plate.

"Hmmm tastes like potatoes huh, Dad. The texture is soft."

"You never eat cassava?"

"E. never did Dad. But not as good as this, usually hard." Answer Brian origin.

"Where is our house?"

"Mmmm in Lombok, NTB, Well." Ceplos Brian with all his wry answers.

"Well, far away it turns out."

"Hehehe Yes Yes."

"Tomorrow after the rice field, I take you to the cassava garden."

"Dad's working the garden too?"

"Yes. For extra daily meals, Brian. There's no way we're hanging on to Gea."

"Amen. I wish you success."

"Thank you, Dad."

It turned out that from the inside there was a pair of ears eavesdropping on the conversation of two different men of that generation.

"God, I'm familiar with Brian."

"Yes Mom. Gea is so relieved."

"Brian was diligent too. I agree with you to him. But don't rush to get married, you're young. Nabung first."

"Yes ma'am, that's for sure."

Meanwhile, at the residence of Mr. Keenan, Mr. Keenan invited the children and daughter-in-law to dinner together.

"So, Brian's actually coming with Gea, Arsen?" ask Mr. Keenan.

"Yes Pah."

"So they've both been made?" sahut Belinda's.

"Yes Bel. You don't know?" Arsen chimed in,

"No. Thank goodness that his love was accepted. Just a few days ago I asked for help. Uh now there's no news" grumbled Belinda.

"Yes, baby. Brian again focuses on pursuing love," said Arthur chuckled.

"Oh yeah so when do you guys leave for honeymoon?" ask Madame Dira.

"Tomorrow, Mah." Answer Belinda.

"Doain ya Mah-Pah, we survived to our destination." Keep Arthur.

"Sure Arthur. We also pray that you will soon have a baby." Said Mr. Keenan.

"Yes, let your grandchildren more and more" said Mrs Dira with such enthusiasm.

"Oppa, since when do you eat with your hands?" Belinda just realized the strangeness of her brother.

"Lho, yes, Arsen. Papa just saw." Mr. Keenan chuckles.

"Since Sheena, pregnant Pah. Our world is cut off." Sheena with her laugh.

"Geez, this is a very unique event. My perfect son is now perfect. That eating by hand is the ultimate pleasure of real eating." Madame Dira said so proudly.

"Hh Mama, slovenly." Say Belinda while sniffing her shoulders.

"What the hell, this Bel you. Later if you are pregnant, let me crave it like this oppa you. Eat with hands. Without thinking about calories and germs."

"This mama is ah, nyebelin." Pissed Belinda.

"You are overreacting. Eat directly with good hands tofu." Timpal Arthur stroking Belinda's head.

"And Sheena mah who became super disgusted. I don't know why, Mah, how could this be. The food that Sheena likes becomes Arsen's favorite and becomes disgusting in Sheena's eyes."

"Hahahaha, nice darling. Let your husband feel the real pleasure. Your papa used to be that too. The onion is shameful."

"Mama what the hell, even Papa in tanggat pautin." The protest of Mr. Keenan which was met with the laughter of his son and daughter-in-law.

"Isn't Papa bad, too, Mah?" ask Arsen curiously.

"You're worse, Arsen." Said Madame Dira who confirmed her words.

"It is fitting that oppa appears to be contained now." Timpal Belinda's.

"She's suddenly a mager."

"Well, what a taboo for an Arsen mager. Usually every morning has burned calories," ledek Arthur who has memorized the habit of Arsen.

"Don't bother. Bring on the pregnant wife as well." Pissed Arsen.

"Maybe it's a twin, Arsen." Mr. Keenan.

"It could be too, Pah. But when you were pregnant, our taste buds were not changed. But there is a unique moment in your birth first. Mama never told you guys?"

"Why Mah?" ask Arsen curiously.

"Pas, Mama wants to give birth, Papa you take to the hospital with a face mask. Black color carcoal mask. You know what you guys are? Until one hospital is scared to see your Papa. If you remember, always have a stomachache." Everyone laughed at Madam Dira's story.

"Can't that be Pah? Papa," said Belinda.

"Hey, Papa you're scared old. That's why I wear a mask. Afraid of Mama turning. Mama again contractions it until the same opa oma just shocked at that time."

"Gosh, Papa this is hilarious as well." Belinda until the stomach ache felt amused to imagine first how her father behaved.

"Your father is narcissistic not stupid. Tuh," Kekekh Madame Dira.

"This mama, open disgrace in front of the daughter-in-law."

"It's no shame Pah, it's a unique story." Madam Dira's kekeh is non-stop.

"But Papa is very handsome and youthful. Children are four, there are grandchildren but still handsome. Be healthy, Pah." Say Sheena softly.

"Thank you, my daughter-in-law, baby. You are indeed the most able to comfort the heart of Papa who was humiliated by your mother." Said Mr. Keenan. The atmosphere of dinner became warm and filled with joking.