Pig Slamming

1 Mbah Abun

The rice field that looks stretched as far as the eye can see.inya still green, like a carpet that is spread out. make anyone will feel at home to see such a beautiful scenery.

There was a middle-aged man, about 40 years old.  He was standing watching his rice field, which was only a plot because it was sold out, to provide for his life. The last few years have been bankrupt.

"If you see rice as good as this, it feels very sorry to have sold my rice fields." His sizzling Abun while taking a breath hid his regret.

Then Mbah Abun walked towards Saung rice field, the sun that had started to blazing, making him not strong to stay long in the light.

From a distance there was a man, who carried a fish lamb and a bucket. was taking a snail to feed his duck. the man continued to walk while continuing to look for conch that scattered on the edge of the rice field. until finally he arrived to Saung Bah Abun.

"Mighty crafters! Jang Zuhri." said Mbah Abun, that's how it is, the habits of the villagers, they will always greet people they know. Even until people do not know them they will surely greet.

"Yes bah! a fair amount of eggs can be sold, and if it is not productive the meat can also be sold." replied Zuhri while continuing to take the conch, which is on the edge of the Mbah Abun rice field.

"How much do duck eggs cost now?" asked Mbah Abun who was starting to be curious.

"Rp200s bah. but if you have entered the store usually Rp400an can even Rp500. if it has been made salted eggs." explained Zuhri.

"Well, that's fine! how many ducks do you have?"

"200 ekoran Mbah, but I want to sell some, if most of me take care of it. and I again need money, for the school of the youngest." explained Zuhri as he approached the bah abun, and I needed money, then get into the sauces. Maybe he also felt strong with the hot sun.

"How many ducks would you like to sell?"

"About thirty or fifty, ma'am." Zuhri replied, fanning his body with his bamboo hat.

Listen to zuhri's explanation. Mbah Abun frowned, his brain was an entrepreneur, he seemed to see a business opportunity there. He didn't waste the opportunity.

"You're released, at what price?" ask Mbah Abun.

"If taken 50 tails, I will sell Rp250,000. Mbah!"

"That means one in the 5000s, huh, Jang?" tanya Mbah Abun made sure.

"Yes bah! the market is that."

"What if Abah buys a duck that wants to be sold. But the price is not so! Abah will be sold again."

"Udah fitting, bah! if I sell less than Rp250,000 later I lose."

"His name was also pushed by Jang! the price should be less." hail Bah Abun.

Zuhri was silent for a moment, as if Again thought. weighed the offer from Mbah Abun.

"How many nawar?" Zuhri said after the decision.

"Rp175,000, 50." Mbah Abun made an offer

"Not so, bah! it's not buying, it's robbing." explained Zuhri.

"Yes Jang's first birthday. Partly if you try to want the lowest possible capital and profit as much as possible.now Jang Zuhri want to go down how much?" bah Abun said with a smile to melt the atmosphere.

"Sp225,000 Mbah!"

"Waduh is still an option, Jang! How about we take the middle path." advised Mbah Abun.

"The Middle Way How to Mbah?:

"Yes, the Middle Way! Abah up Rp25,000, Ujang down Rp25,000. so we meet in the middle!" bah Abun.

"Good Mbah! but the money has to be now."

"Yes! yep! Abah will not be in debt. But Abah asked for a little relief, because Abah's money there is only Rp175,000. later after the duck Abah sold to the city, Baru Abah paid off. how?" answer Mbah Abun.

"Yes already! later if you are not busy, Abah see the duck first.we decide." suggested Zuhri who did not want to rashly make a decision.

"Good! then later in the afternoon Abah came to Jang Zuhri's house while carrying the money."

Finally the conversation was finished, zuhri continued his activity that was taking a snail for his duck feed.While Mbak Abun, after finishing fixing the rice field water.he returned to his home.

"From anywhere, Abah!" tanya Ambu Yayah welcomed her husband's arrival.

"Ambu's Habit! running out of water in the rice field.Pity yes, our efforts go down. to the extent that the rice fields are so vast, now it belongs to others." explained Mbah Abun while sitting his body leaning to the door leaf, fanning his open chest with his cowboy hat.

"Yes! when yeah? we're back to what we used to be, living well." Timpal Ambu Yamah while repeating his delusion, to their Jaya times.

"Patience, ambu! someday when it's time, we'll be back to how we used to be. Oh yeah, our savings are still there, right?" asked Mbah Abun, began to discuss his intention to become a small cattle town.

"There is, but that's money just so much. Why?" Ambu Yamah asked, looking at her husband.

"Look this ambu! abah wants to start another business, who knows there are still remnants of the glory of Abah in the past." replied Mbah Abun.

"What effort do you want? emang Abah Nope. efforts continue but always fail." said Abu Jayah, in a soft tone Maybe she felt sorry for her husband, who is always in Tiban continuous losses.

"No! Abah will not be caught. Abah believes that one day Abah will return to success." said Mbah Abun who always has a high optimistic nature and never give up.

"Well, what else would she do if Ambu, as a wife, could only pray that her husband could support her family, could be the backbone of her family." said Abu Yayah who already knew the nature of her husband.

"Well, so! The wife must pray for her husband, in order to succeed. If you succeed, Ambu will also be happy. Abah, now want to buy duck jang Zuhri, later Abah will sell to the city." Mbah Abun began to explain the purpose of his business, which was to become a small cattle town.

"What money do you need?" Abu Yayah asked while looking curiously at her husband.

"Rp175.000, ambu."

"That's right! The amount of our money saved everything. Then what if Abah's efforts fail again? we have no more money to hold." replied Abu Yayah as if he did not agree with what was planned by Mbah Abun.

"Name is also a business! there must be sacrifice. And you have to dare to take risks. Take it easy, even if our efforts are stagnant, we will still have a duck that can lay eggs every day. In addition to the eggs we can eat, We can also sell it continue." Clearly Mbah Abun whose thoughts were one step ahead of his wife.

"Yes already! but be careful, don't lose it again!" only that word was spoken by his wife, as if resigned to all the circumstances that would befall him.

"Oh yeah, where is Nyai now?" Mbah Abun asked his only child, who looked invisible.

"Obviously he keeps himself locked up in his room, pity him! Perhaps he was embarrassed to have such a Fallen Poor old man now." explained Ambu Yamah looks her eyes are condensing, hinting at such a deep concern.

"Yes already! pray Abah can be successful again, so that our lives can rise again! and people can respect us." Clearly Mbah Abun while taking a deep breath.

Evening, as planned. Mbah Abun came to the house of Zuhri, to continue the discussion this afternoon in the rice field.

"Where's the duck, which Jang wants to sell?" asked Mbah Abun after arriving at the house of Zuhri.

Zuhri quickly invited Abun to go to his side of the house, to see the ducks raised by Zuhri. The well-kept ducks, look very fat, body, so if sold to the city the price will be more than Rp5,000.

"It's Mbah! Ducks that want to be sold." said Zuhri while showing his best ducks, which he had deliberately separated.Maybe as a good neighbor, he did not want to harm his neighbor.

After paying attention and weighing, Mbah Abun also made a decision.he paid the ducks Zuhri in accordance with what was agreed last afternoon.