The Sigadis Narcissistic Eggplant Garden

The Part 73

     Now Miftah began to dare to go inside, before entering he had to first pay the post located next to the entrance gate.

     "Welcome to the Jengli citrus garden," welcome the two people who are in charge of giving tickets so that they can enter.

     After paying the price to enter he received the ticket and gave it to the gatekeeper, one of whom moved to open the door for him.

     "Thank you kang," Miftah said to them and they just nodded while saying "same - same neng,"

     Miftah can see there are many tourists who are inside, there are eating together, there are many people who are eating together, take pictures and even walk - walk while enjoying the beautiful scenery with a basket hanging in their arms to pick the citrus fruit they like.

    From a distance he saw a worker who was busy carrying a dumpster full of waste to be burned later.

     "Excuse me kang! I want it can't be kang?" ask Miftah after arriving in front of her.

     "Yes neng! you may... What's it about neng?" his response stopped moving his legs.

     "It's kang... I just want to know, who owns this orange garden?" tanyakanya.

     "Oh... If that's what I know!" his response.

     "Who's kang?" ask Miftah curiously.

     "He was named Pak Askari... In addition to taking care of this business, he is widely known as an ustad who has attended several Majlis, one of which is near Mosalla in the village located not far from this place," he explained.

     "Sir Askari! aye! that's my papa's name... I doubt it, because it could be someone else! just if you look at his habits that like to fill several occasions until getting the title Ustad does characterize papa really," his mind.

     "Miss! don't be bengong neng! not good neng," said the worker slightly raised his voice to make Miftah a little surprised.

     "Eh! yes kang! thank you, kang" he said.

     "Same - equally neng," he responded with a smile.

     "Oh yes kang!" continued again.

     "Yes neng!" his response.

     "Thought Askari sir wasn't there today?" tanyakanya.

     "It looks like there's a neng... But these days Mr. Askari rarely controls this garden... So it was his wife who often saw the development of the garden and directed the other workers," he explained.

     Actually Miftah's heart felt pain when he heard the word wife from the church.

     "Sorry kang! is there a manager in this place?" ask Miftah.

     "There's neng! it's just a coincidence the manager is sick! so everything was as I said it was neng.." he replied.

     "So Askari's wife is now just to replace the Manager's job?" ask again.

     "Yes neng! thats right... Sometimes he also became his foreman" he replied again.

     Miftah nodded in understanding, for some reason her heart still felt pain when the worker said about her father who could easily remarry after leaving his mother.

     "Father! is it true that you're married again? but once papa had told Miftah that the woman who most papa love after mother is mama," her inner with eyes glazed - glass.

     "Lho! why are your eyes crying?" she was worried when they just got to know her.

     Miftah quickly wiped away her tears that had already flowed past her cheeks.

     "No kang... No papa... I just feel so happy to get to his place... I have long wanted to enter his garden... But I always didn't have the time and thank God now I've made it here" he said.

     "Yes kang... I'm so right!" his response was forced to say something completely untrue.

     "Oh yes! can I take me to Askari's room? I really wanted to meet him" said Miftah.

     "All right! let me deliver," he asked.

     Miftah began to follow him from behind, until he arrived at the place he wanted to enter but his steps stopped when a middle-aged woman came out from there, she uses moss-green clothes with a long black skirt not to forget the black hijab that is still faithfully attached to cover her crown.

     "Assalamualaikum.." Miftah told the woman.

     "Wa'alaikum hail! sorry what are you doing here? if you came here to apply for a job, sorry! the vacancy to work in this place is closed," the response was indifferent.

     Miftah was actually a little upset by the way he welcomed the presence of people who wanted to meet just he chose not to pay attention to it because the most important thing for him now is to be able to meet the papa.

     "Sorry tent... My intention is to come here to meet with Mr. Askari" he said.

     "Oh! what business do you want to see him on?" he asked while folding his hands under his chest with a sharp gaze that never separated he lay to Miftah.

     "Oh yes! you do not just call aunty - aunty yes kesaya! people have just dared to call it! now I want you to call me his nyo! n - y - o - n - y - a alias mistress! understand!" his words slightly snapped after spelling his name one by one.

Miftah was actually very upset with the attitude of the woman, her arrogance made her almost answer what she said, her hands alone felt itchy wanting to point right in front of her face with scolding.

     However, he kept trying to control his emotions.

     "Patience to neng... The lady is so... Likes to be arrogant and do not act arbitrarily with the workers if there is no master," he explained a little whisper in Miftah's ear.

     "God! what are you talking about with this girl, huh?" ask her with eyes that do not stop staring sharply at her.

     "Hehe! nothing - what's the madam," she replied clumsily and then scratched her non-itchy nape.

     "Nothing! yes already! you don't have to be like him anymore... So you better go on there your kingdom, "push the madam.

     "Well madam," he responded while nodding his head.

     "Miss! I'll excuse you.." permission.

     "Yes kang! thanks to kang... I want my anterin to get here" he said with a smile.

     "Same - same neng.." her response while returning a smile.

     "There you go! why take advantage of a special event - pay attention to everything else with unknown people! sok very familiar anyway," he cried while shaking his hand at the worker to quickly go away.

     "And you! what right do you have to look for Askari sir?" he said back to asking while raising his eyebrows.

     "I just menggefans with Pak Askari, he is also an ustad, he was also an ustad, dear very happy because finally I can also get to his garden and my purpose here just to ask for his signature really," he replied forced to lie.

     "Oh... That's apparently... But honey... Mr. Askari is not here today! so it's also free that you're here to ask for his autograph" he said.

     "But no papa... You can come another day! byes... I'm very busy! anyway now I also want to rest so I hope you do not disturb my calm," he continued, turning his body to walk inside and leave Miftah just like that.

     Miftah did not think with the words of the woman, could - usually he thought that Miftah would be like that to continue to disturb him.

     "Huh! arrogant to be a person," he said in his heart.

     "If your husband knows how you behave! you'll be fired as the gardener! you're fired as a wife!" his mind felt furious then began to step foot to leave the place.

     Miftah was really made arrogant with the attitude of the wife of the owner of this garden, if it is true that his second wife papa he will certainly denounce his cruel and heartless nature, he said, hospitality to the visitors alone is not at all, it is fortunate that the original owners are very friendly, if not! where there are visitors who want to come here again.