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ks. 89

After the death of Fathan who entered his room, Farhan also took his wife into the room, making Sri frown, not understanding what he meant, she followed the will of her husband.

"What the hell is Kang? kok, wear everything!" Ketus Sri who looks bend the face.

"Want to talk for a minute!"

"Why not outside of kang, do you want to ask for something? later tonight, now I'll take the wudhu water directly to the congregation prayer mosque!" Guess Sri while getting up from her seat.

"Your mind goes everywhere! we are old, we do not deserve to do such things, now we have to think about the fate of our son Farah, who soon wants to be the wife of a doctor. Because if you rely on Fathan like it will not be easy, because let alone hold 150 million money, for himself now it looks difficult," Farhan said while explaining his point.

Sri Yang initially wanted to go out, she sat back on the edge of the bed, next to her husband. "Continue now what is Akang's plan?" sri asked as if she wanted to know what her husband was planning.

"Then, when Farah was proposed by a doctor. Kang Ujang offered money for our son's wedding capital, he dared to pay our rice fields 150 million, that's just his will. Maybe if we raise it a little he'll pay for our land" Farhan explained.

"Continue?"

"How about if we sell rice fields, because if the garden is still many buildings belonging to the Fathan, he will certainly not agree if we sell our garden."

"If the rice field is sold, how do we go forward."

"You as a wife don't have to be dizzy, don't worry. Leave everything the same Akang, because akang also still have land in his own village akang not been paused, Later we take care of the land if to eat like enough," replied Farhan gave a solution.

Hearing the explanation of her husband, Sri was seen to be silent, she thought and weighed what she had to take. on the one hand it was not willing to sell the land, he said, but on the other hand he had no way to earn money, when holding a wedding reception for his son.

"How do you agree what's not?" Farhan repeated his question.

"Sri only as a wife, can only according to what her husband wishes, the most important thing is that I can be responsible about our lives in the future."

"Iya Akang has been thinking carefully, even almost a week to think about this decision. After all, if our treasure is exhausted, it is not eaten by anyone, but by our own children, our own flesh and blood."

"Yes, what now?" tanya sri who does not want to extend the debate, let alone heard from the direction of the mosque azan maghrib has begun to reverberate.

"If you agree, later after performing the magrib prayer, I would like to see Kang Ujang, to ask for his offer."

"Yes already, meet first, later if the price is in accordance with the offer that was offered by Kang Ujang, then we sell our rice fields."

"If you agree, thank you! akang wants to get ready first for congregational prayer," said Farhan as he got up from his seat, then he went into the bathroom, to take the water first.

Finished taking ablution water, he rushed towards Mushola, which was close to his house, to perform the Maghrib congregation prayer.

After performing the Magrib prayer, according to what was planned. Farhan walked down a large road leading to Ujang's house, ushered in by the sound of crickets being heard ringing on the left right side of the road, in Sahuti by the sound of frogs being heard from the direction of the rice fields.

The farmer's father continued to walk until he finally arrived at one of the largest houses in the village of sukadarma. after arriving at the gate he also said his greetings while banging on the door with a key slot, so that it could be heard all the way into the house.

Long ago knocking on the gate, finally the door of Ujang house was opened, he who was wearing a sarong stared intently at the person standing in front of the door. "who the hell, magrib-magrib like this is visiting, just bother?" snapped Ujang who felt annoyed because his break time felt disturbed.

"I'm Farhan Kang, sorry to interrupt" Farhan replied with a slight yell that his voice might be heard by the speech.

Knowing the person who visited was the father of his arch-enemy, by changing the attitude of Ujang also walked quickly open the gate. Eh Kang Farhan, I'm sorry Kang kirain who was, Come on in kang!" said ujanh while opening the door, the look of his face has been changed with the look of a sumringah face.

"Thank you Kang Ujang, once again I apologize!"

The two of them walked through the yard used to dry rice, until they finally arrived at the terrace. Farhan, who already knew the nature of speech, he chose one of the chairs to sit.

"Don't sit here Kang, cold! mending let's chat inside," hold Ujang when he sees his guest already sitting.

"Here is Kang! I'm ashamed to go into a house this big,"

"Was... This Akang, say what the hell, like anyone, let's go in!" force Ujang.

"What's wrong, when I come in?" asked Farhan hesitated.

"Oh Allah Kang...! What is it, I forbid people to visit his house, come on...!"

With a hint of hesitation Farhan got back up from his seat, then he went into the living room.but Ujang immediately took him into the living room, it looks very luxurious room with a 42-inch TV, near the wall plastered with luxury items neatly arranged, making Farhan bouncy admiring all the objects in the middle room of Ujang house. because actually, Although he lives in a neighborhood with Ujang, only this time he can enter the magnificent house.

"What coffee do you want?" ask Ujang kindly.

"No need to take Kang!" reject Farhan.

"Coffee cooker bothered Kang, Lagian Now it is modern, the coffee just pour and brewed with hot water. briefly I will tell Darmi to make coffee," replied Ujang while entering his room, looks like his wife as usual after performing prayers his activity just holding a mobile phone, even his face has not been opened.

"Oh Allah, are you not the same as playing HP?" grumbled Ujang when he saw his wife.

"Who else should do it, should that porters?"  answer Darmi who sounded sniffy.

"You know that talking to your husband should be polite! We are not ashamed of our guests."

"Whose guest is there?" Darmi asked who glanced at the corner of her eyes.

"There's Kang Farhan, already there please make coffee all you bring snacks!"

Darmi got up from his bed, then he came out of the room and met Farhan. "Eh there's Kang Farhan, how healthy is kang?" ask Darmi who as usual looks friendly, when there are guests coming to his house, like Mr. Darma is very good.

"Alhamdulillah healthy, good if you are rich, work at home, but the money continues to flow. You can meet me at least once a year, even on Eid al-Fitr."

"Well, sometimes I'm also confused, I have to do it again. Thank God my life was given convenience, yes already kang Farhan Want coffee what?"

"No need to take tea!"

"Not bothered Kang, Yes already coffee moccacino want?" tawar Darmi gives you a choice.

"If it is not inconvenient, then" replied Farhan timidly.

Finally, Darmi who still wears mukena he went into the kitchen, to prepare a banquet for his guests, while Ujang was sitting next to Farhan.

"Sometimes I like to be confused if I see the behavior of my wife's work. Every day playing mobile phone, most busy she prepares food, after that sleep again, play mobile phone again, invited to the rice field does not want, he said, invited to do not want," said Ujang complained about the attitude of his wife.

"It's okay kang, anyway Akangnya able to support the wife, without having to ask for help, if my life is like Akang, if my life is like Akang, maybe my wife will be as happy as Darmi tea who doesn't have to go to the rice fields."

"Alhamdulillah for my daily needs can be sufficient. Oh yeah, forget about it, sorry to be asked so quickly. Because actually I feel shocked when I visit my house, because how many years have I never played to my house."