OUR FRUIT OF HEART

The Sawah

Mr. Ahmad turned his Mama into a rice field, with great hassle they brought combat equipment in the rice field.

Once they got there, Mr. Ahmad and his mother walked around his rice field to check the condition of the onion plants they garden a month ago.

What a fertile onion plant and growing large, Mr. Ahmad was very happy to see the growth of onion plants so rapidly and hoped to succeed in harvesting at a high price.

"Ma, I went down first to the rice field" said Mr. Ahmad immediately watering his onion plant. Line by array he watered lovingly.

"Yes, be careful" replied Mama who was picking up some small caterpillars that ate the chives. Small caterpillars if not routinely taken, then gradually will damage the onion plant.

The sun was already starting to high, it was likely that it was now half seven. Considering Mr. Ahmad was a teacher, then he immediately came home from the rice field to change professions. Morning became a farmer and afternoon became a teacher, an unsung hero.

"Alhamdulillah, it's finished this morning's activities in the rice fields. Let's go home, Ma!" said Mr. Ahmad, invite Mama immediately home because of the afternoon.

"Come on!" sahut Mama, while walking towards the motorcycle parking lot.

With affection and attention, Mr. Ahmad took Mama's right hand so that Mama did not feel tired!. So respectful of Mr. Ahmad to Mama and his Abah, he was very devoted to his parents.

"Come, up, Ma! be careful" pinta Pak Ahmad so that Mama immediately ride on his motorcycle.

"Are you ready, Ma?" ask Mr. Ahmad to Mama. Make sure your mom is comfortable sitting down.

"Here you go, let's go!" mama said while patting Mr. Ahmad's back gently.

"Good, Ma!" sahut Pak Ahmad, immediately pulled the motorcycle gas slowly.

On the way home, they met Bang Khamim, his first brother, Pak Ahmad. Bang Khamim was about to go to the rice fields as well, to see the fruits of the vegetable harvest.

Bang Khamim rang his motorcycle clones and Mr Ahmad replied, hiding his motorcycle horn as well. They said hello and stopped by the road and asked each other, telling stories about the activities this morning.

After they finished telling the story, Mr. Ahmad returned to gas to go home immediately considering he had to teach.

Just a few minutes, Mr. Ahmad and his mother arrived at their home.

"White, Grandma!" greet Abid while biting his bottle.

"Hello, Abid!" they returned Abid's greeting with a carefree smile.

"Come home yet?" asked Abid, grabbed the hand of Mr. Ahmad and took him into the house.

"Yes, already!" replied Mr. Ahmad, briefly.

"White, pih, we toy ball yu?" take Abid, while showing him the ball that his father just bought.

"Abid has a shower yet?" asked Mr. Ahmad while holding both hands of Abid.

"Not yet! but Abid wants to play ball with Pih!" chirps Abid, whining to Mr. Ahmad.

"If Abid wants to play ball with Pih, Abid must take a shower first huh? let it be fragrant and handsome." said Mr. Ahmad diverted the conversation so that Abid did not cry when Mr. Ahmad was about to go to teach.

"Come on, go to work. Abid took a bath with Mama, huh?" lang Pak Ahmad gave understanding to Abid.

"Abid..here!" screams Sister Ida calling her son.

"White wants to work, Abid took a bath with Mama. Come on!" continued Sister Ida, immediately carrying Abid inside.

When Abid was with his mother, Mr. Ahmad stepped quickly to the bathroom to clean his body and immediately went to school.

Pak Ahmad's activities are so densely creeping, that he has no time to pdkt with any women. Just this time Mr. Ahmad was interested in a woman, Rasti, a beautiful guri mother who is haughty and whiny.

Mr. Ahmad is ready to teach by wearing a light brown abstract batik uniform, with a standard black trouser suit. He said goodbye to Abah and his mother when he wanted to go to teach, and the custom was always done by Mr. Ahmad.

"Well, Ma. I left first" said Mr. Ahmad as he grabbed Abah and his mother's right hand, and kissed the backs of his parents' right hand.

"Be careful on the road, and take good care of yourself!" sahut Abah, advised Mr. Ahmad while extending his right hand.

"Good, Bah!" replied Mr. Ahmad with a firm voice.

"Well, how about school?" abid shouted after Mr. Ahmad who was already on his motorcycle.

"Yes, Pih wants to go to school. Abid's at home with Grandma and Grandpa, huh? don't fuss. Later if Pih comes home, we play ball. Okay?" said Mr. Ahmad while pinching his gavel cheek Abid.

"Horeee" cried Abid, and ran there into joy. Abid was happy if there was Pak Ahmad at home, but lately Pak Ahmad was busy with his work. So it was rare to play with Abid, so it seems Abid feels very homesick with his uncle.

Mr. Ahmad smiled while shaking his head at the funny behavior of Abid, Abid is now two years and two months old.

"Bismil was bornrohmanirrohim" said Pak Ahmad praying before leaving to teach.

And directly, Mr. Ahmad tacap gas. At first it was slow, then he increased the speed of his motorcycle. On the way to where he was teaching, hp rang a few times. I don't know who called him in the morning.

Mr. Ahmad deliberately ignored incoming phone calls, and concentrated on riding his motorcycle very carefully so that he quickly arrived at school safely.

Arriving at school, Mr. Ahmad was welcomed by Pa Satpam and several teacher friends who were still sitting in the waiting room. In less than five minutes, the doorbell will ring. Mr. Ahmad stepped into the teacher's room to put his backpack that looked full of contents.

He passed the Headmaster and they greeted each other.

"Good morning, Mr. Kepsek." said Mr. Ahmad while bowing a little, his head. A sign of respect to the boss.

"By the morning, Mr. Ahmad!" how are things today? do you have a boyfriend?" the question from the Headmaster immediately made Mr. Ahmad look up his head and look at the face of the Headmaster.

Mr. Ahmad was very surprised to hear it, and answered him nervously.

"Be, not yet, sir! I do not have a girlfriend yet." said Mr. Ahmad blushed in embarrassment and returned to bowing his head. Pak Ahmad's face was flushed, his heart was racing.

The Headmaster did not answer him, but laughed softly and walked away from Mr. Ahmad.

"Good-bye, Mr. Principal laughed at me, just because I don't have a boyfriend yet! hmm, huft, that's bad!" exclaimed Mr. Ahmad, slightly grumbled and continued his steps towards the teacher's room.