Healing
132. Secret Story

Me and the rest of the family, plus the young Art Puput, walked together to the flower garden and also the vegetables belonging to Bu Herni. During this time the garden was indeed managed by the people of the trust Almarhumah Bu Herni and Pak Priyo, but after Bu Herni died a few years ago, the affairs of the garden were bestowed on Yoga, because now he's busy with his new wife.

About all the treasures of Bu Herni directly bestowed on Yoga as his heir. And now the garden is more advanced and growing rapidly since managed by Yoga.

There are several areas that Yoga is open as a tourist spot for tourists who want to take pictures in the flower garden, and the flower harvest there is already a special florist belonging to the Yoga family who markets the flower, too, while the vegetables are directly packaged with beautiful and hygienic packaging to be sent to supermarkets or supermarkets at a higher price than previous sales. There are also those sent to restaurants and restaurants that since they were still managed by Bu Herni had worked with us.

" It was so fresh in the morning air in this area, it felt like so much oxygen I managed to breathe along the way", Juna took a deep breath and exhaled slowly while occasionally closing his eyes feeling a cool sensation because the morning dew was still quite thick.

Visibility is also still very limited, due to the thick dew that limits our visibility.

" Cold Syifa Ma'am", whine Syifa who was still cold even though I had worn thick clothes.

" Here my mother is fat, let Syifa not be cold" I said.

" I'm sorry Madam, if Non Syifa feels cold it's better to let non Syifa to move her body. A little exercise, or running, let the body's calories ward off the cold" said Puput in a soft voice, because he was right beside me.

" Non Syifa what do you want to race the same run mba Puput?, who gets to the flower garden first, means he is the winner, and the loser must obey the desire to win", take the Escape to Syifa.

Syifa immediately agreed and ran around a little towards the entrance of the flower garden. Puput followed her slowly, and it was true, it seemed that Syifa no longer felt cold, even she was sweating from the heat after running earlier.

Puput seemed to have a lot of skill, he knew about a lot of things, and for some reason I felt from the look in his eyes, a sincerity and honesty that I had rarely seen from other girls, or another worker.

The streets were getting crowded, many were passing by, including some people who worked in flower gardens, and also those who worked on vegetable fields.

The men bowed and saluted when they saw Yoga. Maybe because they know that Yoga is the owner of that garden. As a good landlord, Yoga also nodded and smiled kindly to return their greetings.

Before entering a large plantation area, Yoga stopped because a father called him. And it turns out that that person became the Yoga believer, to manage the plantation.

" Good morning Mr. Yoga, it has been quite a long time not to meet in person like this, because since getting married and having a baby, would want him at home continue, spending time with his wife and children. Because that's how I felt first" said the person named Mr. Abas.

I have seen Mr. Abas several times if Yoga is listening to the report from him through a video call. But just a quick glance.

Mr. Abas has indeed helped manage the plantation for decades, he is already an expert in managing the plantation, and as long as he is provided with the garden, he has been trained, only once had the failure of a few hundred or even a few thousand times the harvest.

Precisely during the long dry season, and the soil experienced drought a few years ago. And that makes the estate a big loss. Purchase of seeds and costs for care, can not even be closed with the sale of crops. I know that story because Yoga told me that time.

" Is it true that Mr. Abas also felt such a thing as well?, lazy out, want to stay at home continue the same child and wife" said Yoga with a light laugh.

" Oh yes, this is my wife... Raya, and this is my son, Shaka", Yoga introduced us one by one to Mr. Abas.

Yoga also introduces Juna, Mama and Papa to Mr. Abas.

Mr. Abas invited us into the plantation, Syifa and Puput had waited long enough in front of the entrance of the plantation. I don't know what Puput did, but just got to know, Syifa went straight to him.

We enter the plantation, we can see there the workers have started doing their activities, some are choosing seeds, some are fertilizing, various kinds of work they are doing.

" Syifa wants to be the same as Puput, can Syifa ask mba Puput with us?", pinta Syifa.

Right you... Syifa was immediately sticky to the young ART, children were usually able to feel which ones sincerely loved her and which ones were just pretending. It might be because Puput was a sincere person, so Syifa was comfortable playing around with him.

" May dong, why not?. Let's go Puput we go to the end there" said Juna while leading Syifa to walk first, while Shaka and Puput walked following Juna and Syifa.

Syifa looked so very happy, especially when Puput explained to her the names of the flowers, and told her what colors the flowers were.

" Mba Puput, if this is the most famous flower what?, the flower is like matahali" Syifa said with her flower. Since then, Puput kept what he called. Juna and Shaka who want to play around with him can only resignedly let Syifa busy with Puput.

Puput liked Syifa and patiently answered all the questions Syifa asked.

" Waaah... Syifa is very smart.... The largest and most sun-colored flower It's called the sunflower, it's bright yellow as bright as Syifa's face this morning"

I could see Syifa so happy every time Puput answered and explained what she was asking.

" Abaz sir, there's something I want to talk to you about, and this is quite serious", the Yoga speech distracts me who has been following where Syifa has been, so look up to her.

Mama and Papa have been out of nowhere, they were interested in the garden workers who were harvesting carrots. Maybe mom and dad to the land planted with carrots.

" Good sir, I was willing to tell you earlier if what you asked for yesterday, about the birthday surprise party everything is in order. We have closed the flower garden for a while, until the birthday surprise event for the young master is over".

Yoga nodded, "thank you, but what I want to discuss with this other father, is not a matter of surprise parties, but about the ownership of the plantation land and Fila from the mother, he said, I want to leave everything to Shaka. After her birthday today, and her ID card so, immediately take care of the name change of all land certificates, buildings and estates in the name of Shaka".

I could hear everything Yoga said, if he was going to give Fila from his mother and also this vast plantation and flower garden to Shaka, at the age of 17. I was worried that Shaka would be overwhelmed by it.

" No. instead of me against your wishes, it's just that it doesn't seem rushed you to do this. Shaka is only 17 years old today, do you think he wouldn't feel burdened with all this if he knew Fila, the estate, and this vast flower garden you gave him?".

" I actually want Shaka to stay focused on learning and growing like a child his age, going through the process by process to achieve what he aspires to".

" If Shaka knew she had all this, I'm afraid her focus would be split, I'm afraid Shaka would be lazy to learn because she already has everything", I said as a mother worried about her son's future.

" You take it easy, I ask Mr. Abas to take care of all the important documents and all this is a secret, I myself will keep everything. It's nothing, I just want to secure Fila and the land from the people who want to take it from me".

" It's a long story, but I'll tell you the story briefly. One of my oms used to be back in Indonesia when I heard the news if I impregnated you. Of course mom kept denying it, and told me I never impregnated anyone. Because if Om finds out, he'll most likely be looking around for my other faults, and demanding that mom hand over the estate and Fila's to him".

" I assume my mother is not good at taking care of a son, let alone to take care of this vast estate".

" When I returned to Indonesia, Om I lived in Fila and I heard stories from my mother, Om Kenan liked the village girl who worked in our garden, he said, and often go together and take the girl to Fila, until there is news if the girl is pregnant. But just like your fate, the girl was given the pill, and after the girl received the pill from Omku, and also got the money as an apology from Omku to her. The girl never went to work again in the garden. And I went back to Germany, because he actually had a family there. The story remains a family secret to this day".

" That's why I want to give all the inheritance from my mother, directly to Shaka, because for me, Shaka is the one who has the right to have it. I don't want my will to pass into someone else's hands".

I stared at Yoga in disbelief at what I had just heard. It turns out there was another girl who fared the same as me.