Becoming a Successful Farmer (Farming System )
Recognition of Tarno

Time passes, life goes on as it should. Just like the life Jamal lived.

Currently, the colored Potatoes, had already started harvesting again. With all the records of online orders are very much. From various regions as well.

Because Jamal already had his own truck, finally the distribution of colored potatoes is also getting faster. With a wider range and can load more, to be given to the distributor.

All done professionally, because Jamal also recruited some employees who are experts in their fields.

The warehouse for truck parking is also ready. So that makes its employees from outside the city, can stay at that place, because it was also built rooms. To break them.

Jamal couldn't have done it all by himself, along with his wife. Moreover, their children are also growing up.

Plus, there was already no Lina among them. Yamg used to be more silent at home. By taking care of the children.

Luckily, there are two neighbors who want to work every day. By coming to Jamal's house, to take care of their children. Without having to stay at night, because, they both already have their own families.

Although initially the children are not used to it, but for a long time they can get used to it too, along with the two new caregivers.

Moreover, Jamal and also Indah, more often do their work from home. Because it does not have to plunge directly into the field of potatoes every day.

But if at night, at certain times, Jamal will go at night. To prevent pests that will attack the potato plant.

Because, pests or diseases in potato plants, not just potatoes, will actually come more often at night.

Just like tonight, Jamal was already preparing to leave for the potato field.

Despite not getting a mission from the system, Jamal is used to going at night at certain times.

This was done by Jamal, for the sake of the quality of his colored potatoes.

This colored potato is a special potato, which only he can cultivate. Because, when there are people who ask for seedlings to him. There are no colored potatoes that can grow well.

Finally, no one else attempted to rival jamal, in his attempt to cultivate colored potatoes.

In fact, he planned to patent colored potatoes to be his only possession. So that no one can make colored potatoes other than Jamal's land.

"Jamal. Where are you going?" tegur Tarno, when meeting with Jamal on the road.

"Eh No's. This is going to the potato field. Just got home, huh You?"

"Yes this. Understandably, his name is also cool," said Tarno trying to humble.

"Halahhh... Where are the coolies? The coolie who received the money. Haha..."

The two finally chatted for a while, on the roadside of village G. The road that connects the village with rice fields.

"Oh yes No, I heard you yesterday were having a project in Bali. Buses pariwasata you're contracted there huh?"

Jamal remembers, if yesterday two babysitters his son talked about his ex-lurah son. Because, his father Tarno has not served as a lecturer anymore, but has retired.

"Hehehe... Ja. I was there ten days. Yeah, his name's kuli kernet. So just go where the bus is going."

Tarno often followed his bus troupe, if there are activities out of town or out of the island. Because it is rented by certain parties.

"Enak yes No. The roads are paid again!"

Jamal praised Tarno's work, which he said was tasty and easy.

"Hahaha.. ya yep yak yak yang mal! Also called work. But, after all, it's better for you in my opinion."

Jamal tilted his head, hearing the statement uttered by the tarno just now. He never thought, if his life and work in the dream of a Tarno.

Friends and neighbors from childhood, who according to themselves was the luckiest child at that time.

Because, Tarno was born from a family that was. So it is always enough from childhood, and became the benchmark for children in his childhood Jamal himself.

According to Jamal, Tarno was the happiest boy in his past. Because it always has enough pocket money every time you go to school, the clothes are always clean, and the shoes are always new when you go to class.

Finally, Tarno said his thoughts on Jamal's life. Which he thinks is better now than he is.

Starting from the translator who always succeeded, the life of the Jamal family who he thought was very happy. In addition, yesterday, Jamal had two wives as well.

"Surely you're very happy, aren't you Ma? In fact, I was thinking of asking Lina, for I to make a wife."

Tarno's last sentence, the more slowly when expressing his wish.

Jamal narrowed his eyes, hearing Tarno's confession tonight. Because he never knew, if his friend was putting his heart with his second wife.

"Sorry No. I don't know if you like Lina. Why don't you ask Lina to be your wife when Hendra is pronounced dead. In fact, for quite a while, Lina was a widow!"

Tarno smiled wryly, considering that he did not dare to face Lina, who used to be a little arrogant because he was arrogant.

Although he was a rich man, but his face was not as handsome as Jamal or Hendra. So the level of confidence, to approach a woman is not so great.

He will feel inferior, if he sees the state of his face. Which he thought was far from handsome.

"Tomorrow, if you like the woman, just say it. Being rejected or accepted is a risk. We're men No. It is only natural that a woman would refuse. But, I think it's a loss. If any woman rejects you!"

Kening Tarno frowned in surprise, hearing Jamal's statement yes talking about women.

"What is loss?" tanya Tarno wanted clarity.

"Hahaha. ya lose, already rich people, briefly invited to go for a walk! Where are there women now who are not interested?"

Tarno smiled faintly at the answer given by Jamal.

"Hehehe... But Mal, yesterday it was in Bali, I met a beautiful woman. He said he was from this town!"

Tarno told me enthusiastically, about the woman he knew while in Bali.

"Keep, you don't have his home address?"

"I forget to ask Mal! Just ask for her cell phone number, I forgot! I've been groggy first anyway" complained Tarno, regretting all the things he had forgotten.

"Well bother it. How, you can trace his house? if you don't know his phone number or his home address."

Tarno grinned the horse, realizing his mistake could not be corrected.

"Keep, you don't know anything else coming her?" tanya Jamal, who seems interested in tarno stories. About the figure of the woman he knew while in Bali.

"If not wrong, his name was Kadek Ajeng. Balinese is Mal?"

The deg!

Hearing the name mentioned by Tarno, Jamal actually remembered Ajeng, whom he had met in Bali. When he was on his way to the airport with Indah, after finishing doing honeymoon.

'Ajeng, has Mr. Wiro gone home? Don't-don't it, it's Mr Wiro's Ajeng? Didn't Tarno say that he was from this town too?'

"Mal. Woiii Mal!"

"Eh. yes No. How's it?"

"Ck! You are even daydreaming. I'm explaining to you the name of the woman. His name was typical of the Balinese people there, but why did he claim to be from this city?"

Jamal was also thinking about it, the same thing that was being made by Tarno.

But he didn't want to preconceive first. Because not necessarily, the woman who was met by Tarno, was Ajeng his son, Mr. Wiro and Mrs Yenny.

"But she said she's widow No."

The deg!

Jamal's heart beat again, when Tarno again gave an explanation, if the woman he knew at that time was a widow.