Dusk Bleak
Sweet corn

“I brought boiled corn,“ said the Father who apparently was finished in doing his office duties. Or at least already want to take a break to unwind when all day working on the fields of his field. But it was a habit. So it was considered hot was just a decoration. And the harvest obtained is a bonus. Tomorrow the day after tomorrow must come back. With thought, not working, then not eating. That's a simple phrase but still feels today. And such a reality may have occurred when ancient humans roamed the earth. Because there is no story that ancient humans were lazing. If you are lazy, you will die. Are there ancient humans that still exist today? But that time was a harder sniff. The grass is getting wild. Not always the part of the earth produces. And that's what the owner is waiting for. And not worked. Technology was enough to keep quiet. If it is still moving, it means it has not been able to manage technology. While the silent one, he who had advanced a little. Therefore, as the times develop, humans are increasingly complex in developing their technology. And that which continues to expand until it reaches its highest point now, knowing that this world just rolls around and thinks to be calm it will be more cool compared to continuing to wail.

“Say from earlier dong sir. We are not too tired in roasting this corn. Until finally starving and feeling good even a little charred.“

“Your people are also not nanya,“ said the father of corn farmers. His wife deliberately supplied him with corn that was not much it was only for the father not hungry even though he came home a little late later. But that's not the main. Although always growing the fruit, but because it is not the main food, then the daily life still eats rice. If you have not enjoyed, you have not eaten. And want it just that's just it. Even though it is filled with corn full, it still feels less. That's a habit. Where will feel less if not fill it.

“Mana pak?“

“This.“

The father took it out. Some cut. There's three of you. Even though it is moderate, even a small souvenir. But if eaten alone will certainly be full and make sleepy. For the next drop in the gubug it feels very delicious.

“I but full of this.“

Taken slightly. Then in pijt wear fingers. Not eaten whole from his cob. For fear will not end. If it's just a little if it's not good, it can be thrown away immediately. Although it will not grow. Because it's dead. Another if the corn though dry there is still life to be a seed, the next can be a shoot and a stem that bears fruit. That's the problem. Sometimes when it is cooked it will die. Namu delicious. And the dead ones aren't good. Although without the spice it tastes pretty good. Sweet as that. Of course it would be better if in love cool topping. Being a pop corn shape so stunning. And the price soared. For one small cup can reach 15K. not if one basket is full. How much money is that. Especially if the topping uses other variations. It's becoming more valuable. Suppose plus cheese, Mozarella, or cappucino. Become more feel.

“Enak but yes?“

“Makanya spelled. Delicious this.“

“Habisin ah...“

“Just make it well..“

“Iya lah.“