Kepentok Cinta Farmer Handsome
~ Road Wear Eyes

"Ouch! It hurts my body!" Maharani grimaced in pain as her shoulder had just been hit by someone. He quickly turned his head to the side, seeing a young man bending over, picking up the cardboard that had fallen off just now.

"Huh you if you use dong's eyes!" maharani said without paying attention to the face of the interlocutor.

The young man straightened his body for a moment and looked at the Maharani's face.

Anjir! Really cute!

Maharani did not blink her eyes when she saw the face of the man before her, who had a face like a charming and dazzling foreign model. The nose is sharp, the lips are proportional shape, eyebrows thick, lentic eyelashes, and there are dimples on both cheeks and skinned mature sapodilla.

The man frowned, seeing the Empress looking at him so intensely.

"I'm sorry, didn't you just hit me?" said later.

Jesus, Rani's sober, even though she's handsome! But he's not your type!

Maharani turns into bull mode again.

"No need to bother you! You have to make a restitution!" exclaim Maharani with a sharp gaze.

"God is okay?" asked a two-haired young man who had just arrived.

"Yes, you're okay, right?" Other young men chimed in.

Sadewa or can be called the God shook his head. He glanced at his friends. "Look down, I'm fine with Supri, Bejo."

Maharani even rolled his eyes back.

"Oh, I'm sorry Bude's nephew, God." With a breath of breath Bude Sri approached them.

"Loh kok Bude apologized to him, he should be the one who apologized to me, Bude! He has to make a restitution!" maharani protests while pointing to Sadewa's face.

"What is your compensation?" sadewa asked with a serious face.

"Udah, no, God. No need, Rani really likes the ceplas-ceplos." Bude Sri embraced the hand of Maharani instantly. "Rani, you have to apologize to God, obviously the wrong one was you. You forgot Bude's advice last night" said Bude Sri so gently.

Maharani scowled at the words of Bude Sri. Bude Sri's soft but firm voice made him unable to wart at all. Remembering the wejengan given by Bude Sri last night, that he had to change his attitude if he wanted to return to Jakarta because his Papi told Bude Sri, he said, if the Maharani will not be sent home if he has not become a good and obedient child.

"Come Ma'am, apologise to God, anyways we saw for ourselves, Jo, if these mbak-mbak road do not use the eyes," said Supri while menoel arm Bejo.

"Yes, that's right." Bejo added again.

Maharani lips open, staring cynically at Sadewa, who had just been silent, not knowing what the man was thinking.

"Rani, let's apologize quickly, we have to go to the market." Bude Sri again persuaded the Maharani.

Maharani snorted and was forced to shake Sadewa's hand. "Sorry" he said.

"Hm, I'm also sorry that it accidentally hit your shoulder" said Sadewa.

"Yes." Yeah." Maharani tried to pull his hand from Sadewa's hand. "Heh, take off my hands dong! This pain!"

Supri and Bejo grinned, seeing Sadewa's attitude now.

"Oh boss, naughty yes!" Supri immediately patted Sadewa's arm softly for a moment.

"Eh, sorry-sorry." Sadewa immediately lowered his hand.

Bude Sri opened a smile, when the Maharani wanted to hear his words. "God, this is Bude's nephew Maharani, sorry he is still new here, yesterday new nyampe from Jakarta."

Sadewa looked furious for a moment, then smiled faintly. "Yes, it's okay Bude, I was also wrong Bude, because he was in a hurry to go home."

"Hehe, yes." Bude Sri threw a glance towards Supri, Bejo and Sadewa. "Where were you guys from?"

"From Ko Aliong's stall, Bude, it's usual for the gods to take a medicine deposit," Supri replied with a big smile.

"So the name of Bude's nephew, Maharani huh Bude?" Bejo chimed in later.

"Yes." Yeah." Bude Sri turned his eyes towards the Maharani. "Rani, let's get to know them quickly, let's make friends in the village."

Hearing the words of Bude Sri, the Maharani sings lips for a moment. He forced his hand into the air, about to shake Bejo's hand.

"Hehe wait a minute, my hands are dirty." As fast as lightning Bejo rubbed his hands back and then greeted Maharani. "My name is Bejo."

"Hm, call me Rani" said the Maharani, a little sniffy. Then shake Supri's hand.

"My name is Supri, call me Akang Supri" he replied with a cry.

"Why isn't Sadewa shaking her hand? Don't want to know what his name is?" ask Supri, curious.

"Can't just be! No need to know!" Maharani stared intently at Supri, Bejo and Sadewa for a moment. Then turn to look towards Bude Sri. "Bude, yuk."

Bude Sri nodded. "OK, okay. God, Supri, Bejo, we want to go to the market first huh, noon hunt."

"Yes Bude, please, we also want to get ready to go to the rice field soon," said Sadewa with a warm smile to Bude Sri and Maharani.

Bude Sri and the Maharani walked out from before them.

"Well, whoa, rare boss, there's a girl who refuses boss! Usually hysterical girls see the boss." Supri patted Sadewa on the shoulder, who was now looking at Maharani's back from a distance.

"Yes, right anyway, where beautiful again, like the artists of Jakarta, maybe he likes our model as Sup, just look at it he saluted my hands for a long time," said Bejo.

"Sup, Sap, Soup, my name is Supri, Bejo!" supri protest when his name is called Sup. "Yes it could be, even in the eyes of all the village girls we are the fly Sadewa, but in the eyes of the Jakarta girl we are like a board artist from below!"

Sadewa shook his head, hearing the chatter of his two friends. .

"Well, what's the bottom artist, Jo?" ask Supri, astonishment.

"Yes, yes it is not possible to be a top artist, right the top artist is the boss! We're pretty much a bottom artist."

"Oohhhh." Supri beroh ria long for a moment. "But–"

"Udah, already, whatever, want a bottom or top artist, in Jakarta it's a lot of handsome guys so reasonable. Now we go home first, before going to the rice fields," cut Sadewa quickly before Supri and Bejo bounced around.

"Okay boss! Ready it!" sahut Supri and Bejo in unison while respecting Sadewa then chuckled softly.

"Basic semprul!" Sadewa was shaking his head again.

"The boss doesn't have a crush on Rani, does hehe?" bejo asked while embracing the shoulder of Sadewa, who was now starting to walk again.

Sadewa looks excited. Suddenly thrusting the cardboard to Bejo. "Yes, no, I don't deserve to have a crush on him anyway."

"Not worth it?" ask Supri.

"She's too pretty, I think." Sadewa involuntarily arched a smile.

"Ciah! The boss is smiling to himself, come on, have a crush!" chirps Supri then.

"Feasy what? Take Rani for you both! I want to go home soon, let it work." Sadewa lowered Bejo's hand and ran forward, leaving Supri and Bejo to call out his name.

"Boss! Yes, the boss, we were left behind! The cardboard is not carried by the boss," said Bejo while looking at the cardboard carried by Sadewa was in his hands now.

"Haha! Wrong effect, Jo. Look, the boss' ears are red!" cerocos Supri while watching from afar Sadewa's ears looked flushed.

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On the other hand, the Maharani circled a glance around, looking at the vast expanse of rice fields stretching before him. The rice paddy looks bushy and grows on the right and left side of the road. He was gobsmacked, looking at the sight that spoiled his eyes. The fresh air and bright atmosphere in this morning, completely warmed his heart. Plus the sound of the chirping of small birds, accompanying his journey to go to the market.

"Rani," call Bude Sri for a moment.

Maharani. "Yes Bude."

"Next time you don't be rude, by the way, that was the young people who are still living in the village, make friends with them, Rani."

"Friends?" Maharani's forehead is faintly wrinkled. "No need to ah Bude, justin Rani herself. They're guys, aren't there any girls here?" tanyanya, wonder.

"There it is, just...." Bude Sri seemed to be thinking hard.

"What's Bude? Bummer? Yes, yes Rani herself, hehe. Hm anyways Bude, Rani does not want to have a model friend like who was God!"

Now it was Bude Sri who frowned. "Why indeed? Such a handsome boy, wong he is a hardworking, tenacious and determined child in this village, Rani. Usually if Bude afternoon tell God with his friends to Bude's house, his son is very good."

Maharani was silent for a moment.

"Children who live in the village, especially guys, have migrated to Jakarta on average and rarely come back here, you know that in this village the population is not too crowded, so yes you are good at finding friends here, be friends with God and his friends." Bude Sri added.

Maharani recalled Bude Sri's words last night about the situation in the village he lives in now. "What is the work of God Bude? Until Bude commends him!" tanyanya.