Becoming a Successful Farmer (Farming System )
She Again

"Nda..."

"Yes Ami. Does Ami need anything?"

Lovely asked Umi, who was lying limp on the bed. And there's only beauty in her room, which is why. Umi wanted to ask him for help.

Jamal was going to the pharmacy to buy medicine. So, Umi can talk beautifully, without Jamal who will know the conversation they both have this time. Because Umi wants to talk about something very important.

"Do you think that... emhhh... My son, I mean Jamal is not worthy of love?"

"Is he less handsome? so not attractive to a girl?"

Umi asked Beautiful. Asking his opinion about Jamal's state in the girls' eyes.

"Why do you talk like that? Jamal is good. Polite and friendly. There must be a lot of girls who are interested in Jamal's mass. Not even just a girl. But everyone's Ami."

Lovely paused his sentence. After he took a deep breath, then continued his sentence again.

"Hhh... Ami not paying attention? there are many workers in the citrus garden, who often talk about Jamal's mass."

Ami listened to the words Beautiful, with her sad face. Although his heart warmed, because his son was praised, his feelings of anxiety still dominated.

"Why ask like that? Continues to... Ami why is it that I get sick like this? Didn't it just go the same time Jamal brought orange okay? What's the matter Ami?"

Hearing the question after question asked by Indah, made Umi groan weakly.

"It's okay Ndah. Ami's just tired."

"Ehh..."

"Feminine. Why not sleep? Is anyone still sick? This is Jamal taking fever medicine!"

Indah did not continue her sentence, as there was Jamal who suddenly appeared inside her Ami room.

"Beautiful. Here, help Ami take medicine first!"

Beautiful also nodded her head, obeying Jamal's request. Now, the two of them, Jamal and Indah, both help Umi to be able to sit down and take her medicine first.

After a while, Umi seemed to start getting sleepy. Probably because of the side effects of the medicine he was taking.

It was only after Umi had completely fallen asleep that Jamal and Indah came out from inside the room. Let Umi rest in peace.

Arriving outside the room, Jamal asked Indah, "did Ami tell you something?"

"No Mas," replied Beautifully short.

But before Jamal opened his mouth to ask again, Indah had already asked him first. "Why did you suddenly get sick? Not that he was okay, when he left."

Jamal did not answer the question. She herself had no idea what happened to her Ami. Because after the two of them came home from Mr. Wiro's house, nothing happened halfway.

They just kept quiet, and Jamal asked his Ami not to wonder. Because he will tell himself, upon his arrival at home.

"Maybe Ami is disappointed in me."

Beautiful forehead shriveled, confused by the answer given by Jamal.

"I mean Jamal... disappointed how?"

"Sit down first Ndah. Aren't you tired, asking by standing like this? Like a TV reporter who's interviewing at a crime scene you're!"

"Hehhh..."

Lovely to throw a rough breath, hearing Jamal's words insinuating him.

Finally he sat in the guest chair, according to Jamal's request. Because right now, they are both in the living room of the new Jamal house.

Jamal POV.

I don't know if there's anything wrong with me. Because every time you want to have a relationship with a girl, there are third parties.

Not.. not like the love triangle as in the stories of romance in general. But there is one person, who is involved in the scope of the romance story that I want to live.

Maybe that's not the wrong guy. But I was wrong myself, because the wrong time brought me to this complicated romance.

First, my love story with Lina.

I was wrong, for expressing my love for Lina in a shop. And at that time there were some of my friends there too.

Instead of wanting to see Lina accept my declaration of love, she told me that she was dirty and unkempt.

Lina chose my friend Hendra.

Fate if shit, I feel ashamed too. Because getting a pitiful look from a few pairs of eyes.

Maybe they feel sorry for my fate, including Hendra himself. But she also did not reject Lina's declaration of love to him. I shot Lina to be my girlfriend.

I'm finally desperate. My love ran aground, the rice fields I planted also failed to harvest. It can't even be harvested!

I was angry, disappointed and let out my anger in the rice field that afternoon. In the end, I fell and was unconscious.

When I woke up, I was already in the room. And I woke it up because of an unusual dream.

I thought it was just a dream. But it didn't.

I actually got a system, which he said was from the planet XMoon. In fact I was the 1111th person, who received the system, with the series code XX1111.

Everything I saw and learned from the system, I applied in my daily life as a farmer.

And now, I can even be said to be the only young man who works as a farmer, with all the wealth that does not know how much. Because I never counted them.

To be sure, most of the rice fields in this G village, are now mine.

My orange grove is also over acres, with almost a hundred workers.

Even now I have plans for dairy cattle as well.

But it turns out that all my successes are not accompanied by the success of my love story.

Although in the end I know, if Lina and Hendra were just playing, but I can't accept Lina. My heart still hurts, though it no longer hurts as much as it used to.

Now even Lina is often looking for attention from me. But I don't care.

Now, when I want to open my heart, with Ami's plan I always follow. It doesn't seem to work like the job I have.

I try to always obey Ami's words and wishes.

But in fact, Ami's plan was to betroth me to a girl, her son Mr. Wiro and Mrs Yenny. Threatened to Fail.

It's not that I'm dirty and dirty, just like my story with Lina. But because Ajeng, the girl I wanted to be betrothed to, already had a lover of her own. Even the two of them have gone far. Unbeknownst to Mr. Wiro and Mrs Yenny herself as her parents.

And the more stifling my chest is, Ajeng's lover is Hendra.

Friends, neighbors, and also the guy who used to play a role with Lina, prank my heart.

Do I have to close the door on my heart and just focus on my work?

POV Jamal.