MY WIFE MAFIA

CHAPTER 54

After praying magrib, and teaching for a while. Cieee, santrinya me. I got up from my seat, stepped towards the motor parked under the banana tree of the courtyard of the house.

"Where are you going?" greet my wife, suspicious.

"Find money" I replied flatly.

"where to look? outlet not open?";

"just go away for a while now, after coming home later it won't open" then I passed, and Fatimah just looked at me annoyed while holding Aini.

"Assalamu'alaikum?" arriving at the door of Mr. Abu's house. There were four people watching television all of them were engrossed in lying down, enjoying a relaxing time leading up to night. Only Abu sat down.

"Waalaikumsalam.." simultaneously answered and turned towards me, with the spirit of Mr. Abu stood up and approached me.

"Eh, Prasetyo, please come in, let's sit down" Mr. Abu greeted me with a typical old man smile. And told me to sit in the living room next to them watching tivi earlier.

"Ningsih, make two coffees yes" exclaimed Mr. Abu to his son Ningsih, who had earlier circled me while stealing a naughty look at me.

"yes sir" vigorously rose from the fall, and placed his son who had been sleeping in the hug, onto the pillow next to him.

"oh so mbak coffee seller who was teasing me this afternoon his name is Ningsih, hihihi just know me" my mind.

"How old is Ningsih's son, sir?" I said open up the conversation, just a small talk.

"Well, I forgot, how many?" mr. Abu instead asked his wife who collapsed in front of the tivi.

"if not wrong, he's 4 years old sir"

"oh" I just muttered a little and a beard. I spread the view all over the living room, there were small paintings and some pictures of children taped to irregular walls. Perhaps the result of a children's masterpiece Ningsih. a table of minimalist teak wood that has been in a beautifully shiny plintur, and at the center of the table lies ornamental flowers of plastic. On my left side are piled up with rows of towering rice, up to a height of approximately 3 meters. Indeed, Mr. Abu is a fairly successful rice farmer in my village.

"This sir, listen to Mr. Abu said he was looking for a rice field arable huh? Well it just so happens that my rice field is rented by Rukani, the lease this year is up. The plan, want to rent it to Abu sir for next year" I immediately said my max and purpose to Mr. Abu as a mode, if I tell the truth about the incident this morning directly, fear it will even be a little runyam. Because there was Abu's wife next to him.

"Oh, the one in the corner near the river, son? how big is that? and ask what price?" reply spirit.

"Master sir, it's five boxes or a boat, the price problem is easy sir, make Mr. Abu not cheap anyway" always I'm still in the stage of pleasantries.

"How cheap is Pras? can be six million, hahaha.." ludicrously casually bid the price below the market standard price.

"Wooh! if so, the city is crumbling sir, last year Mr. Rukani paid eight million and a half packs. Moreover, this year, it seems that the harvest is abundant in addition to the location of my rice fields is strategic, near the river and access JUT (farm business road) qualified, guaranteed not to disappoint" I explained briefly, start practicing my marketing skills.

"Yes, yes if your rice fields I already know Pras, your rice fields are including good rice field katagori" he replied.

Ningsih came carrying a tray containing two black coffees, she smiled sweetly at me. With her naughty eyes rolling at me, I just returned with a smile.

"Please mas Pras" he said as he put coffee in front of me.

"thank you Ningsih" I nodded slowly. Then he went back to the floor, lying down next to his son who was sound asleep.

"Let's go ahead, kak Pras, the coffee is tasted" Tawar pak Abu was friendly, I raised the glass and blew it for a while because it was still hot.

"Bismillah, Alif ba ta tsa." then took a slow sip, and again I sipped coffee in the glass with pleasure.

"Achhh, very steady coffee made you Ning, make eyes immediately bright" I said to Ningsih, she just blushed embarrassed.

"Ningsih is good at brewing coffee nak Pras, so you made a stall in the corner, I think you stopped by that afternoon right? but alas, Ningsih's fate has not been lucky. She is staying away from her husband" said Mr. Abu with a sad look on his face given the fate of the less fortunate Ningsih.

"yes the name is twists and turns of life is like that sir, just be patient. After all his father was also able to support Ningsih and his son well" I said comforting.

"continue what about the price of Sawah offered earlier son, just ask what price?" ask Abu then.

"Actually you can sir, For Mt three times in our Village, as well as the District next door, but unfortunately our farmers are reluctant to do it. For good soil management, the first and second seasons are in rice cultivation and the third in palm cultivation. Let there be circulation in our land, for the problem of irrigation, I think in our village is quite adequate sir. And for the problem of Fertilizer can be discussed with members of Gapoktan (combined farmer groups), how good in getting fertilizer subsidies. Just so dear sir, our farmers are reluctant to do until Mt three" replied Abu sir about agriculture.

"Not reluctant or lazy, just for MT (planting season) three is prone to disease and Pest, so the great hope of farmers is only in Mt two or gadu period, so the hope is high, you already know the condition of our village Pras" denied Mr. Abu Lirih. I just nodded small.

In agriculture it is like playing gambling, relying on the season, and self-luck. Starting from the processing of the land we need to plow the fields using the services of tractors, plus pay people profit to arrange the rice field so neat, after that proceed to the nursery. The process of seeding is also not easy, starting to choose superior seeds, until the sowing of seedlings into the fields must be processed correctly and carefully, in addition, watering must also be considered so that the seedlings do not die. New seeds can be planted in the age range of seedlings aged 11 to 20 days, if more than that is also not good. Because the seedlings cannot develop and reproduce as expected, well-developed seeds, one or two healthy and good seedlings, can develop or bear 23 to 30 more rice stalks. And many types of systems for rice cultivation, for in Desaku using the legowo jajar system, namely, the distance of one seedling to another is 20 centi meters so that there is a spot or place to develop better. and every four shof there is a grace distance of 40 centi meters, the point is for the farmer's road when fertilizing, in addition to the inclusion of solar lighting well. Until here I have mumet agricultural problems, not to mention there will be fertilization, maintenance, and harvesting which all cost a lot and go through some quite complicated processes. For five boxes of rice fields or a boat requires a cost of approximately 15 million, and for good harvest is valued at approximately 30 million, with a distance from the planting period to the harvest period of three months. That if the luck is good again.the problem in the constraints of agriculture is also a lot. Like the rainy season it floods, or the rice collapses because of the strong wind. The second growing season is mostly Pests, such as marbles, capers, grasshoppers, caterpillars, rats and birds. Therefore, instead of mumbling and complicated about agriculture, I rent my rice fields every year. Simple and practical, because I was bored, from a small father invited and played in the rice field only.

"So gini ajalah sir, Mr. Abu just pay ten million of my rice fields" I said breaking the silence in the room, back I sipped my coffee and I continued to sip my favorite cigarette. Breadfruit.

"What is Pras?" mr. Abu looked at me sharply, I only gave a small smile.

"sort no dong sir, it's a reasonable price anyway, I had been waiting for a long time ago in the stall Ningsih, waiting for the arrival of Mr. Abu. Pay only a million sir, as advance money and the rest is paid sometime it's up to Abu sir" Abu sighed long, understanding my true max. I looked at her threatingly, and a slight smile at the corner of my lips.

"It just so happens sir, Hotel jasmine no 104" I whispered softly towards Mr. Abu, as his face turned a little panicked.

"Why are you there?" she was quiet, wondering what I was doing at the hotel.

"Oh, I happened to work at the restaurant there. So I stopped by sir to have a coffee" I replied looking for a reasonable reason.

"Alright, don't give me a million advance. Wait a minute" he said, continuing to rise towards the room to take the money. I just smiled triumphantly.

"Yes! succeed again" my mind pleased.

"seriously very same father, what do you need?" asked Ningsih slowly, while her father entered the room.

"You ask permission for you, for the streets of Ning tomorrow" I chanted quietly as well, Ningsih blushed and her face flushed red.

"Eat that my spare change" my hiss deepened.

"Ehm-ehm" Abu came out of the room and handed me a million dollars, in the form of fifties and hundreds of thousands. I quickly took it and counted, after it was finished, I immediately said goodbye to Mr. Abu.

"thank you, Mr. Abu, tomorrow - tomorrow we will call again, I beg you to say goodbye first"

"Hm, yes be careful" he answered slightly disappointed because he felt unworked.

"Ning, I'm going home first, okay? oya this for your son's snacks" I said to Ningsih, and I gave fifty thousand to Ningsih.

"thank you" he exclaimed with great pleasure, and kissed the back of my hand affectionately. Basic flirtatious widow, in love bait a little already blingsatan not careless. I soon passed from Mr. Abu's house with a carefree heart, because I had pocketed enough money.

Arriving at home, I immediately opened my pulse outlet. Just sat for a moment my phone shook.

Drrrrtt drrtt, wik wik wik.

I opened it and read the message.

dear customers, you have been in arrears of motorbike payments for 7 months. About Mr. Prasetyo pay it when, if not immediately paid off. Our bike pull back.-

I ignored the message, because I didn't think it was important.

"Just try to take it, I want to know how to take the bike from me" I muttered with a smile.

"I look forward to your arrival tomorrow, you fucking Debt Collector!"

not once or twice have I dealt with the start, just wait for how I deal with the Debt Collector motor.

continue to support my work and do not forget to follow yes brother, thanks.