IVANA'S FAKE MARRIAGE
UNINTENTIONALLY

A week has passed.

It means that Ivana's been on Nasviell's plantation for seven days. Since two days ago he has been able to sleep comfortably in the hacienda. The builder has completed the most important parts of the hacienda, especially the inside. Although not yet finished up to one hundred percent. But at least Ivana's chosen room was finished as expected. Some of the furniture he wanted had arrived.

Hacienda is not too big, making it easier for builders to finish the inside of the building that has changed the color of peach blossom, Ivana's favorite color.

In the hacienda, Ivana had three servants whom Lupe had recommended. Iv liked the way they worked and immediately hired him. Ivana has also employed security at Nasviell in charge of maintaining the plantation environment.

"Hector, is this how to plant agave? For the first time I saw the way it was planted" Ivana said, squatting, looking at Hector and the jimadors for agave farmers who worked on her plantations a week ago.

"Yes miss. These agave-agave seeds are the best. I bought it right in its place. When Nasviell has developed some time ahead, I believe the madam plantation can breed the best seeds independently", replied Hector very convincingly.

Ivana nodded her head. "I can't wait for that moment. In the next few days I will bring in experts. Agricultural engineers in charge of maintaining soil moisture so that the results of this agave-agave become quality".

"Yes miss. That's very much needed. To get good results, it must be treated early".

"For the manufacture of Tequila, we need the best agave heart. That's what jimador should be looking at. When ready to harvest the leaves will be removed, the heart of the mature agave can weigh between 40-100 kilograms. The heart is what will be produced into tequila" said Hector who is very experienced in making tequila. Even the man is good at concocting drinks.

Ivana listened with the focus of Hector's explanation. "Hm...but, how can we produce our own tequila if Nasviell does not have a factory yet?", asked Ivana while thinking. Nasviell is not very large. Honestly, this matter had taken the girl's mind for a few days.

"Forced we just sell the raw miss. Or make it traditionally. But of course it takes a long time" replied Hector. "It's good from now on, miss cooperates with tequila manufacturing plants or other plantations to buy the results of the plantation if the time has been harvested later".

Ivana's speechless. Honestly, he had not thought about the problem. "It turns out hard to also be a farmer", inner Ivana.

"Do you have any recommendations, which plantation can I work with?"

Hector stopped his work. Putting a shovel into the ground. The man rubbed the sweat that soaked his face. "For the time being Almiron's plantation is still the best, miss. No one can beat him. I can't deny that", replied Hector.

"What?"

Ivana widened her eyes. "Among the many agave plantations in Jalisco, are they the best Hector?"

"Yes miss. The best plantation today still belongs to Almiron. They have the largest plantations, also have the most advanced factories. The average plantation that could not produce tequila on its own would sell their plantation produce to master Jose. Almiron must admit the only complete plantation. They are able to grow their own crops and produce their own crops. Tequila also has customers from other countries. Each year can be imagined how much income they produce", said Hector turned his attention to the Almiron plantation.

Ivana followed Hector's view. Well can not be denied that the plantation is indeed so advanced. Jimador's activities look very busy. Even during Ivana's time here, he was endlessly watching the Almiron jimad harvest their agave-agave.

"I'll think of your advice, Hector. Now I want to go around. From yesterday I have not seen the land over there" Ivana said pointing to the land directly adjacent to the Almiron plantation.

"Yes miss", replied Hector, taking off her hat as Ivana leapt onto the horse's back.

Ivana pulled the horse. Slowly the brown horse down the streets of Nasviell plantation which some have been planted. "We're going there, Rocky", point at the girl while gently swiping her horse's back. Ivana looks like a Goddess from heaven who is lost in the middle of barren land.

Rocky stopped his steps. I know what Ivana wants.

"Oh my god, what a place it is. It's so beautiful" muttered Ivana softly.

As if to understand what his master was talking about, the horse moved its legs to the place Ivana pointed.

"Hmm...what is this place including Nasviell as well?", said Ivana wondering to herself. while staring around.

Different atmosphere. Not at all arid. The large trees with dense leaves made the place so cool.

Hazel Ivana didn't blink. Amazed. That's the picture of his feelings right now. As he went deeper into the view the expanse of a clear water lake stretched before him.

"Oh, what a beautiful place this is". Ivana jumps down from Rocky's back. The girl even forgot to tie the reins of her horse. He could not wait to go to the lake which is located slightly jutting down. Slowly Ivana went down the cliff carefully while her hands clung to the plants growing around her.

The vegetables sounded like splashes of water. Ivana turned her attention to the source of the voice. Both of his eyes are perfectly rounded, seeing someone swimming in the lake.Selas seen wide back is swimming in the lake.

But now Ivana's position is not safe, is above a fairly steep incline. Until it is difficult to retreat undo his initial intentions. The foot stepped on a dry twig.

"Crekkkk..."

"Owh.."

Ivana yells. Coinciding as the man who was swimming turned his head and stared intently at Ivana whose body slumped down.

"Oh my God..."

Shouted Ivana as she closed her eyes her body crashed into the sharp pebbled ground.

"Ah... S-hick".

A grimacing sound of pain came out from the girl's mouth.

"Heiii.. Who are you? You peeked at me?!"

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*Jimador name for agave farmer yes. Agave own base material for the manufacture of Tequila*