Jessika's Love Tone
Chapters 1. New Day
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Horizon rays have shown the highlight that gives a warm feel, for everyone.
The aroma of dew is typical of the countryside, and the grains that are still left in the leaves make a place far from the hustle and bustle of the city more peaceful.
Make everything wiggle, try to break the luck today with a new opportunity, with a new routine.
The place where the predicate" GEMAH RIPAH LOH JINAWE " (temperate and prosperous and very fertile land), still faithfully attached.
This morning in the village of P was not like the previous mornings, because today word spread that there would be a visit from the owner of the chili garden where the young woman worked.
Jessika Maheswari, who is 21 years old at the moment, has the typical beauty of Asian women, body and height proportional.
A woman who goes through her day with simplicity, difficulty, and circumstances that require her as a young child to produce rupiah for her survival.
Something must be done, so that life runs naturally. That's how his slogan of life is right now.
Regardless of his work, for him the rupiah obtained from the halal way, more important than having to prioritize the prestige around where he works.
"Nduk tangi, wes cloud megawe po Ra your crew"? (Nduk woke up, it was noon, what work did you not do?)
Eeenggghhhh, moan Jessika while wriggling stiff muscle tone .
"jam piro Saiki wek (call for Mbahnya Jessika)? Beh awaku rasane loro kabeh." (What time is it wek, my body hurts all).
Already that afternoon Lo cepetan, the children are all ready, you forget what today will sir Edy want to come here, it's the foreman already standby in his stall defender Narti.
(Bek /Bik is a call commonly used in the village to call women who are older)
God, I am not ready yet.
Jessika quickly got up and ran to the bathroom to perform her morning ritual.
While shaking his head, I laughed a little.
" Children wes bergang kok pancet ae, wes winayah rabbi barang " (children are already big enough, already married pantes too).
Mbok yah, the old woman who has been the guardian of Jessika since both her parents faced the khalik.
No other and no she is the only grandmother she has, the greatest treasure owned by Jessika.
" Wek, I left first at 7 am later my payment is cut .
Yes wes heart Yo nduk said mbok yah while extending his hand then greeted by Jessika and kissed her".
The location of the rice fields with Jessikai residence is not far away, next to the location Jessika works there is a coffee shop owned by defender Narti, a simple stall where the usual foremen gather.
With gasps Jessika comes approaching her colleagues, not least 2 close friends Arin and Eka.
" From where a clock like this new nongol tumben " arin said while filling the attendance book for the presence of all employees of the chilli plantation, Mr. Edy, who in fact is a businessman and has several plantations in village villages spread across several districts.
Mr. Edy is also a well-known businessman in the city of S, a fairly large city in one of the provinces in J province.
" Good not late, past 10 minutes wes cut your pay Jes" said Eka chimed in.
The rule that succeeded in making some workers to discipline, time is money this slogan seems to always be a headline for every worker.
Yes sory rek, my body is usually tired like this, understand very hot yesterday downstairs and I also forgot breakfast yesterday, replied Jessika"
Yes the three of them have been friends since SD, Junior High School, to High School. They work in rice fields not without reason, in the village they are still very rare who can continue their education to college.
When it takes an employee to pick Jessika chili and his friend did not waste the opportunity, whatever he did from the wheels of the economy they can walk through the day that is still uncertain.
" Please after all in absentia, we will gather first Mr. Edy almost arrived, will anyone want to convey later" said pak sis who served as foreman at the place where Jessika worked.
"Nggeh sir is ready" replied all employees.
Actually Jessika is quite a multitasking child she is good at playing guitar and also has a good voice, but living in the village such a thing is still less useful to make money.
It would be much better if he worked as a laborer in the rice field than being a talking material because he was carrying a guitar he thought.
He is also not prestigious despite having to work hot heat, for him whatever the most important work is done in a halal way, because that is what Yah always taught him.
The strange life that must be passed, making it a resilient person.
Maybe other women will be prestige doing such work, hot, not fashionable, rough, make the face not glowing, and a series of other unpleasant things that are a consequence of working in the rice fields.
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Note: the cast visuals are in part 149