
Time keeps rolling, leaving behind a supposed past to be left behind. If it is of no use.
Just like Jamal is doing now.
In addition to busy with the work of rice fields that are hectares, assisted by several workers. He also developed his citrus garden, which was growing in number of customers.
Either from the surrounding community or taken by merchants to be taken out of the city.
Jamal's busyness grew again with his dairy farm, which had begun to run.
The barrels used to hold fresh milk are always fully filled every day. Then processed in such a way, so that it can be consumed as pure milk. To improve public health in general. The ones around G village, and also in the neighboring villages.
Initially, Jamal was selling manually, with some workers going around selling his fresh cow's milk products.
But now, his farm lacks milk stock, which is necessary for customer needs.
It turns out this is because of the ad made Beautiful on special promotional applications. So many know, if the village of G has a dairy farm of good quality. Good for body health and also skin beauty.
So, now, cow's milk was introduced Jamal is also hunted by women, especially those who want skin care to be smooth and white with healthy.
That is why, many women who own beauty salons, especially those who handle facial and skin care, also become customers at the dairy farm.
This makes Jamal known to many beautiful women. Both the widowed girl and the one who still has a husband.
Jamal charm as a young man who is successful in his field, many hypnotize women with a variety of status they are not all still single.
Of course, this was also worrying Umi. Who never thought, if Jamal would be surrounded by a lot of women around him now.
Even more worrying about Umi is that there are some of them who recklessly approach Jamal in an extreme way.
Just like one of the young widows did, it was beautiful but unfortunately did not have a high sense of shame.
Early in the morning, the widow came to Jamal's house, arguing that the milk used to bathe was gone. Though the man also knew, if at home Jamal no milk supply. Because all the cow's milk, stored in a special room next to his farm.
"Mothers. Please wake up Mas Jamal. I can't take a bath without that milk Ma'am" whined the young, still very beautiful widow.
Of course Umi was caught off guard by the behavior of the woman who came to his house this morning.
Not because of fear of losing customers, Umi just does not want to see Jamal who could have been tempted. If the beautiful woman will continue to whine spoiled. Ask to be given the milk she will use for her bath this morning.
The maid at home, giggling amusedly, saw the state of Umi which was clearly visible if she was worried about the situation of the son alone.
IRT which incidentally is a woman who is the same age as Umi, especially indeed from her own neighbors, of course, very understanding, with what usually happens in Umi's house.
"I'm sorry, Ma'am. There was no fresh cow milk in the house. There's also that orange!" point Umi, at the orange baskets ready to be transported during the day.
"Feminine. Did that woman come here yet to take a shower? Not that she said her milk was up, so she had to come to this house early in the morning" whispered the IRT, near Umi's ear.
Umi just took a deep breath, then threw it away slowly.
He wouldn't, if this woman kept chasing Jamal, just because she wanted to get some fresh milk.
"She was a young widow. Her husband used to be an old Umi. And now her husband is back in his home country. Maybe he's lonely, so he's going to get close to Jamal. Jamal has been successful. He thought he could live a good life with Jamal. Just like when she had a bule husband."
The IRT even said the no-no, making Umi even more afraid.
He did not want Jamal to be influenced by the attitude of this beautiful young widow. Moreover, Jamal was not the man to bear, seeing the woman who was grieving in her heart.
Hearing the explanation given by Umi, the woman's eyes fiddled without her knowing it herself.
"That means Jamal's mass is on the farm?" ask the woman with happy eyes.
Surely he thought that, he would be able to meet with Jamal, if he followed him to the farm later.
"Maybe" said Umi, who did not know. Where's Jamal this morning.
"Wahhh, why didn't you tell me from earlier. Thank you very much Mother! I'll follow Jamal to the farm!" the woman said enthusiastically.
After the woman said goodbye and left, Umi let out a long sigh, while shaking her head a few times.
"Piye kok dadi kayak gini!"
*****
Jamal's activities can be predicted every day.
If you do not go to the rice fields, it is certain that Jamal is on the farm. Because jamal himself is often, supervising every job in the field.
Whether it is in the rice field area, orange plantation, or his dairy farm.
Not because of disbelief with the workers who have been given their own duties and responsibilities, but Jamal still has the mission of the system. What he has to do, before everything can be overcome without the system he has today.
Jamal wants to make sure, if one day, that the system is back on the planet XMoon. He has been able to handle everything well. In accordance with what has been taught by the farming system he has.
*****
Now Umi was relieved, because the woman had gone from her home.
But just as she wanted to go to the back, Lina suddenly just came up with a rather loud and hasty greeting. While calling the names of Umi and Jamal.
"Assynoltom..."
"Ami's Assalamualaikum! Jamal Mas!"
"Assynoltom..."
"Wallaikumsalam..."
From inside the house, Umi and her IRT, answer Lina's greetings.
Umi was astonished, with this unusual attitude of Lina.
"What's Lin?" asked Umi, when she was in front of him Lina. In front of the door.
"Feminine. Jamal is there?"
Umi did not answer Lina's question directly. Because he doesn't like Lina, who used to hurt Jamal's heart.
"Nothing."
Umi's short answer made Lina shrink. He realized that he had made a big mistake with Jamal.
Of course, Umi also ended up not liking him. Although Lina herself felt that right now, she was already trying to be kind to Jamal and Umi.