Santri Famiglia's

Cassava Cultivar

"Sanu, how about we run? I'll give you 10 bucks if you beat me" Damiyan said. They walked out of the ranch after Sanubari's work was done.

"Good idea! This is in your challenge, Sanu. Don't forget to record it!" sahut Fang's.

Sanubari wrote a run at number five. Starting today, the race between Sanubari begins. Every day, they had to run more than 20 kilometers.

"You're slow like a turtle, Sanu!" damiyan taunts each time he meets Sanubari. Damiyan deliberately slowed down, then accelerated again after parallel to Sanubari. He even deliberately stopped to wait.

However, Sanubari still failed to precede. "It sucks! Why do people like to make fun of me?"

Sanubari. Every time he thought of ridicule after ridicule, his emotions spiked. He tried hard to solve the challenge. However, a month passed, not a single one he managed to conquer.

He hasn't been able to defeat Damiyan. He also has not been able to hit the ball in a row. At best, he could only hit two. That too sometimes. Sanubari had to be extra patient from the chastisement of the ball that hit the body mercilessly.

Until one day, Sanubari saw a man staggering. Suddenly, the man fell. Sanubari quickly approached him.

The road is very quiet. Damiyan had long since abandoned him. No vehicles are passing through either. There was absolutely nothing he could ask for help.

Sanubari had been trying to wake the old man. However, the long white-browed man did not wake up at all. Having no other choice, Sanubari takes him home. While laying down the old man, Sanubari heard a rumble from the old man's stomach.

"Hungary ...." That sounds like Sanubari.

"Grandpa rest first! I'll make you some food soon."

Sanubari rushed to the kitchen. Depleted. Only potatoes, sweet corn, two eggs, and tofu left in the refrigerator. Without rice, Sanubari itself will not be full.

As a result, he peeled the potatoo. While waiting for the cooking of seasoning potatoes, Sanubari sauteed garlic, onions and chives, then poured water. Then, he put in small cut white tofu, sweet corn, milk, salt, and sugar. Lastly, he poured white eggs mixed with water and kanji into the broth.

Eggs become fiber like soft algae when stirred. The yolk is an omelette.

"Egg white soup is in order! Just fry potatoes."

Sanubari switched to draining the potatoes, rubbing them with panir before putting them in hot oil. Once done, Sanubari stacked five palm-wide pieces of potatoes onto a plate, poured egg-white soup into a bowl, and an omelette onto a smaller plate. He put it all on the tray. Not to forget, a glass of milk was added.

The experience of living in Japan made it that way. Although at home, Sanubari often mix food to one plate. When presenting to others for a portion, he so always separate the container like that.

The smell reached the room of the old man. By the time Sanubari entered the room, the old man had sat down.

"Grandfather up? I brought food for Grandpa. Spend, Cake! So Grandpa can get powered up again!" Sanubari put the tray to the table next to the bed, then sat down on the chair.

The smell is very appetizing. The old man took it deep. He put down the book he always hugged, then took the potatoes.

"It's amazing!" The old man's eyes widened. Soft texture inside, crispy outside, also savory feels right on the tongue. He only eats potatoes, but it can be more delicious than meat. Sweet and savory in egg white soup is also very fitting. Soft egg fiber as if melted in the mouth. The old man ate voraciously.

Sanubari noticed the appearance of the old man. All her hair is white. His hair is short with a cut. The mustache is short. While his beard is a bit long.

There is one thing that Sanubari thinks is unique. Namely, the old man's eyebrows. The eyebrows look abnormal. Above the eyes is short. However, the outermost part grows elongated, so long that it dangles through the jaw.

"It's so delicious!" The old man finished the food up to the crumbs. The fruit is drunk until it is not there.

"You want to add?"

"Can?"

"certain. It's still in the kitchen. I'll get it for a second!"

Sanubari brought the empty utensils into the kitchen. Then, he refilled it and gave it to the old man.

"Whose name are you, son?" ask the old man before bribing a spoonful of soup.

"Sanubarians. Just call Sanu!"

"My name is Gafrillo."

"Grandfather's name is like my father's name."

"Hm, is that it?"

"Pulse. Some people also call him Gafrillo."

"Well, it can be confusing if we're in the same place. Hm, Anselm Van Gafrillo. That's my name. Whatever you want to call me."

"Grandfather's name is long too, huh? So, I'll call Grandpa Ansel."

"Can too. By the way, son, can I have your help?"

"I have to continue the journey. But, I'm out of stock. All I have is this. I've been trying to sell it from house to house, but nobody's buying it. Can you buy this? 200 Dollars alone."

Anselm held up a book as thick as a dictionary. The cover is hard and thick, in black, with a large written title ‘Cassava Cultivar’. The title lured Sanubari very deeply. His eyes opened wide without blinking.

Being treated to a book about such cassava cultivars, the obsession of cassava lovers like Sanubari must have flared up. Come to think of it, Sanubari never read a book about cassava. All this time, he had only planted one type of cassava. That too the seedlings are sought Kelana.

"Can you look at the book?"

"Oh, of course I can. Just read it!"

"Thank you."

Sanubari received the book with great enthusiasm. The list of contents features various varieties of cassava. Including cultivation.

He tried to open one of the chapters. The explanation is so easy to understand. The page arrangement is artistic and comfortable to read. Color photos attached. The paper is glossy, not damaged when exposed to water.

Sanubari fell in love with the book, but he didn't have much money. In addition, there is a large debt that must be repaid.

"With this book, I can definitely make even better cheese cassava. But, if my savings were used to buy this book, my debt would be longer paid off," Sanubari's inner dilemma.

"How's it?" Anselm looked at Sanubari expectantly. However, he quickly looked down lethargic because Sanubari did not answer. "It doesn't matter if you don't want to. I will continue on foot while offering to the people I meet later along the way."

Sanubari saw the book in hand. He regretted the book if it had to be returned. Too much valuable information that might be regretted if you miss the opportunity.

"200 dollars should be nothing. If you manage to cultivate a new cassava that is very delicious, it is not impossible to return 200 dollars in a short time, right? And this book opens the way for that. Then, my debt can be paid off faster. Damn right! I have to give it a try," Sanubari's heart continued a verbal remark, "I'll buy this book."

"really?" Anselm smiled. Eyes sparkling.

Sanubari quickly opened the drawer. All the money collected in the jar was spent. They were scattered on the bed, between Anselm and Sanubari. In the presence of Anselm, Sanubari counted them aloud.

"Sorry, I just have this." Sanubari.

Anselm took the money from Sanubari's grasp. "No problem. 185 dollars can also be. How about for the lack of it, you make provisions for me? Your cooking is so good."

Sanubari smiled widely. He ran out of groceries, but still had potatoes planted in the back of the house. Sanubari hope it is seasoned and old enough to be harvested. He walked out of the room.

"Thank you! I'll be cooking again soon for Grandpa Ansel! If I had cassava seedlings, after this I would have tried it!"

"I can find it for you if you give me more money."

Hearing that, Sanubari immediately stopped at the door goal. She's looking. "But, it'll put Grandpa Ansel's journey on hold just to get back here."

"No. I'll use the delivery service. 1000 dollars only. I'll do enough for the variety you need."

That's a death appeal. Sanubari was easily persuaded. Without a second thought, Sanubari ran to Fang's house.

"A long time, Sanu. Is your running ability slowing down? Or, maybe you faint on the street?" Damiyan laughs. Long ago, Damiyan sat waiting for Sanubari under the Sakura tree.

The long-awaited is even fun cooking for others. Instead of explaining, Sanubari was too focused on thinking about other things as well. He entered the courtyard. However, he did not approach Damiyan who was waiting. Damiyan.

"Hey, Sanu, where are you going? We have to practice!" Damiyan.

"Later on! I have important business!"

Sanubari continued to run, leaving Damiyan under the Sakura tree. Nevertheless, Damiyan rushed over. He saw Sanubari screaming.

"Uncle Alfred! Uncle Alfred!" Sanubari stopped in front of the gardener who was plucking the weeds. Without a pause, he said, "Linjure me 1000 dollars!"

Alfred looked astonished at Sanubari. He looked up slightly in a squatting position.

"What's that money for, Sanu?" Damiyan stopped behind Sanubari.

"It's very important. I beg!" Sanubari cupped both palms.

"Don't tell me you want to get out of here?" Damiyan.

"I just want to buy cassava from a grandfather. I will repay Uncle Alfred every day. I will also continue to raise money for the debt to Grandpa Fang and Doctor Patrick."

"alright. I'll lend you." Alfred stood up, taking Sanubari home.

Damiyan. He scratched his head before catching up with the two.