Santri Famiglia's

Grandpa Fang Peel

Sanubari looked at the ten dollar bill in hand. He took a long breath. Then, his gaze looked up, turning to look at the hanging moon.

"Why just stand still? Let's go!" Damiyan patted Sanubari's shoulder. The word return clearly does not refer to the place that is currently stopping by the head of Sanubari, but rather the small cottage that became their temporary home. It was not far from Grandpa Fang's house.

"Will there be no work with a wage greater than this?"

"That's the minimum wage in this country." The lies are said to come out of Damiyan's mouth. He had already spoken to Grandpa Fang. Sanubari was supposed to be paid 20 dollars an hour and he was entitled to receive more than that because he had worked more than an hour. However, as per his agreement with Damiyan, Grandpa Fang only gave 10 dollars no matter how long Sanubari worked.

"If it were like this, I'd never be able to go home in my entire life. One million one hundred thousand dollars. Imagine how many days it was! One million is zero six. Subtract one zero from the daily wage to 110 thousand days. I don't know how many years it was." Sanubari.

"Well how else? Although your skin is magical, it can heal less than a day, but the cost of skin grafting, infection treatment, nutritional recovery, and other treatments is not cheap. Even so, you should be grateful! My injuries from the aftershocks while saving you have not recovered."

They walked together on a quiet village road. The distance between one house and the other is quite far. Right left and back are always flanked by gardens or rice fields. The air is refreshing without pollutants.

Sanubari turned to Damiyan. His brain asked for certainty. Therefore, he gripped onto Damiyan's arm.

Suddenly, Damiyan screamed. "Aw, aw, aw! What are you doing?"

He stared fiercely at Sanubari, while his hand put away Sanubari's hand. The depressed wound felt pain. At least, Damiyan was upset. Because of Sanubari, the recovery of the wound could have been longer.

Sanubari showed no guilty face. He turned to pinch, patting his own arm, while permeating Damiyan's words. Sanubari's body was perfectly fine, not like he had just been seriously injured. Over and over again, Sanubari thought about this.

"Sorry, maybe I'm just too worried thinking about this absurd debt."

His worries are more than that. He had left many affairs in Indonesia without any news, somehow the continuity of his Santri Famigliya after this. Will they disperse with the removal of Sanubari? However, the pioneer of the pioneering was Sanubari. Now, he is separated without knowing when he will return.

"Importantly, don't act recklessly again after this! That's if you don't want your debt to grow any more!"

The night rolled so fast. Early in the morning, Sanubari had to return to the rice fields. Starting from irrigating, fertilizing, and planting new seedlings—all done on the guidance of Alfred the gardener who once hit Damiyan. He took a short break for breakfast that Sumi sent. Then, continue with another job. His work was completed at about 10. He ran to Grandpa Fang's house.

The owner of the plantation and the vast rice field was sitting on the terrace, bonsai orange trees. The land he owns does not play wide. By sitting down even the old man will not lack food. All the land he owned was entrusted to the workers.

Sanubari chatted a lot with Alfred while on duty. The entire small village turned out to depend on the life of the job given by Grandpa Fang.

Another fact that is no less surprising is that the village was built by Fang. He accommodated people who had difficulty living in the city. Even so, the villagers had not even turned 20 heads of the family because Grandpa Fang had only accepted those who had come asking for protection or those who were offered to enter the village. He only offered those who really had nothing.

It is far from urban. Not many young people are settled. Most live only in middle-aged people and above, while their children are educated outside the city.

Alfred's words Sanubari noted well in memory. Fang's grandfather didn't sound as accurate as Sanubari's guess. The young man understood one thing. To prove Alfred's story, he had to try it himself. Sanubari had to work harder. It is not impossible that Sanubari can go home sooner if Alfred's statement is correct.

Sanubari greeted with a smile, then asked, "Is there anything else I should do, Grandma?"

"Just rest! It will be a little afternoon with me!" Grandpa Fang smiled. He cut the leaves of the plant to beautify the look.

Damiyan was there too. He just sat watching, then moved when asked to pick up something. The naturally white-haired man became the only true unemployed among them.

Sanubari. Lots of bonsai neatly arranged in pots, whether it is lined on the floor, shelves, or hanging. They're variegated. Most of the fruits like oranges, peach varieties, pears, apples, flowers, and more. Funny thing is, the fruit produced mini followup. Sanubari picked an orange that was only as big as a ping pong ball. The yellow fruit sparkles refreshingly in the sunlight. Sanubari who had just returned from the rice fields was tempted to wet the esophagus from the sari. He then peeled and put it all in at once.

"Sugary! It's good to be swallowed and seedless!" Unknowingly, his hand stretched forward, picking another orange. He was still squatting in front of the same tree.

Grandpa Fang and Damiyan turned their heads. They saw Sanubari who was busy peeling oranges. Orange peel scattered around his feet.

Damiyan exclaimed, "Sanu, your debt is growing again!"

Realizing his mistake, Sanubari apologized immediately. "I'm already sassy. I shouldn't have picked without permission."

"It's not just picking, you're even eating it. You have to pay a lot for it. It's a tree with special care!" Damiyan smiled mischievously.

"I'm sorry! I was really unintentional!" Sanubari.

"It's okay! Try whatever you like! I wouldn't take it as a debt."

"really? Sanubari raised his head.

"Yes." Yeah." Grandpa Fang nodded.

"Why not just put that on his debt bill, cake?" damiyan.

"You used to do it too. Want what I collect at that time?" Grandpa Fang chuckled. He moved the finished tree, then took out another plant. In his old age, there was no activity more enjoyable than taking care of the plants. These are his dream retirement days—peace, away from the urban hustle and bustle. He was not lonely because there were neighbors and household assistants. His children and grandchildren also often come on weekends and holidays. His family has often asked him to move in with them.

However, he always refused because he did not like living in the city. He wanted those who followed him to the village. Unfortunately, that principle did not reach common ground. As a result, they can only respect each other's paths. Damiyan's return made Grandpa Fang happy.