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25. SECRET PLAN

From the tv room, Randi was still staring at Mr. Samsudin. Randi's curious about my billionaire label. Mr. Samsudin smiled, two thumbs up.

"Nothing top top top." The words of Mr. Samsudin increasingly make Randi's eyes bulged. Randi was amazed.

Now that I have felt somewhat used to Randi's praise, the shame is eroded bit by bit. Although I myself do not dare to see how much money I have, at least I am not clumsy anymore when Randi calls me a rich man. Mr. Samsudin told me he was going to show me an account book with my money. But until now, I still refuse. Look at it tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, when the time is right.

"About the details of the corn harvest later, the report is yes, "

"Yes, Sir. Ready." I concur.

Mr. Samsudin then passed, continuing his activities. He said he wanted to monitor the corn. Mr. Samsudin said, all the corn crops are accommodated in his house.

Mr. Samsudin once explained that his house was only a few dozen meters away from this house. I have not been able to visit Mr. Samsudin's house. Mr. Samsudin said, since Mother Aisyah left this house, Mr. Samsudin and Mak Asih have lived in this house more often than in her house. So Mr. Samsudin's house is more often empty than inhabited. Mr. Samsudin is more worried if this house is left without residents. Here a lot of valuables, if the house is often empty, will invite the attention of irresponsible people.

"Wil, dong leaks, any ideas?" suddenly Randi asked as I joined watching tv.

"What leak... yeah?" I pretended not to understand. Actually I do not understand the direction of Randi's conversation.

"That's loh. What's that money you want to do?" Apparently that's what Randi meant. I'm shaking. Randi kept urging me to think about the use of my money. I keep shaking. For now, let Randi just know that I don't have any plans. I actually have a secret plan. The secret plan that until now only Mr. Samsudin knows.

***

The morning was clear, eight o'clock less in our yard had many people gathered. The panyawah will payday this morning.

All envelopes with money have been prepared Mr. Samsudin. In each envelope has been written the name of the panyawah and the amount of the salary.

Me and Randi handing out envelopes. I mentioned the name, Randi gave me the envelope. I was introduced by Mr. Samsudin to everyone present. Everyone greeted me with a nod and a smile. Some asked funny, too,

"Our boss is a kid like this, sir?" Mr. Samsudin nodded for sure. Everyone present became a little crowded on the topic of me, the little boss. They are still busy chatting here and there, even though their hands have each been holding an envelope.

In the midst of the chatter of the disciples, at the open end of the gate, I saw him. Who else if not that crazy guy. Randi also focused on paying attention.

"We should go to grandma's house now." Randi whispered in my ear.

"Yes Ran. Come on." I took Randi, stand up.

"Sir, we walked around this village for a while. It's not long to." Don't forget I said goodbye to Mr. Samsudin. I did not hear any more clearly Mr. Samsudin's message, Randi had pulled me, out of the crowd, towards the gate. As we went through the gate, a madman was sitting in a saung. He was staring.

Out of the gate, we walked straight to Grandma's house. SMAN Leuwi Goong we passed. This time me and Randi walked around a little leisurely, in contrast to yesterday when following grandma and crazy. The route we passed was the same as yesterday, I have memorized a little, Randi moreover.

At the root of a large tree near my grandmother's house, we stopped. We didn't see grandma. Grandma's door was closed.

"Well, Wil?"

"Try me, Ran. That goes to that father." It just so happened that a father passed by.

"Excuse me sir, sorry. You want to ask, grandma who's in the house has no yes, sir?" The father looked at Grandma's house.

"Oh, Grandma Ibut. Usually if at this hour like to help nyuci at the house of the mother Salamah, until noon."

"O yes, sir. Yes, Sir. Thanks." Thanks." The father passed.

"Sit there yuk, Wil." Randi took me to sit on the couch. I followed Randi's steps.

Before sitting down me and Randi were both staring at the couch. The broken crib. Lots of holes here and there. Crazy people yesterday to laugh happily playing here, with grandma. This couch is like this. I try to understand, that to be happy it doesn't always have to be with something good, or expensive. Even something simple can make someone happy.

The wind blew, it hit us, it was cold. We sat, waiting. I don't know what to wait for. Waiting for grandma of course not, because grandma just came home later in the afternoon. Waiting for a madman, not. The schedule of going home from a madman is uncertain. We just kept quiet, a little dreamy. There is a calm we feel. We felt as if it was beautiful being the grandmother of Ibut, who had a crazy person, and could laugh side by side.

"Ran, in your opinion, which is more important. Solve the mystery of the toothpick box or help Opik?"

"Jawab first. Which is more important?"

"Where are ya?"

"Between the two, which is more important?"

"If I think anyway, I think yes, it's more important to help Opik."

"Reason?"

"Yes because Opik is a living thing, a living person. Toothpick boxes are just dead things. Yes mending help people live first, right? the mystery of inanimate objects can be traced sometime."

"okay, Ran. We're going home now."

"Go home to Mr. Samsudin? Uh, your house means? Hehe." Starting from Randi, he immediately ran away, half ran down the road home. I just laughed, Randi I let it go without me chasing.

Walking alone made me think a little. Opic. I need to see Opik soon. I have to help him. The plan I make, I will talk to Mr. Samsudin.

Until home, Mak Asih forced us to eat first. Mak is worried because he has not seen us breakfast, but from this morning we have eaten cakes, with the panyawah during the salary division.

"Where are you, Mom?" I haven't seen Mr. Samsudin again.

"Busan went to Mak's house first, wanted to check the corn pipil."

"What, Mak? Corn pupil?" Randi direct comments.

"Yes, the pipil corn is the corn seed that has been separated from the lump."

"Ooh." Add to that the vocabulary I have. Corn pupil.

"The house is far away, Mom? Wil wants to see."

"Spend first the meal, later Mak interracial, near ko."

After eating, me and Randi to Mak Asih's house, delivered Mak. Mr. Samsudin was in front of the house, was drying pipil corn with some panyawah.

"Get in, Boss. It's hot in here." Mr. Samsudin opened the door.

"There's nothing here, too, sir. Intentionally want to see it." Lots of places made of bamboo, in the form of a circle, stored in a row in the yard of Mr. Samsudin's house. Inside was corn. Seems intentionally dried.

"What's this called, sir?" Randi was quite curious also by the name of the object from the bamboo.

"If in this area, the name is giribig. a large look, made of bamboo. Giribig used to dry pipil corn." Mr. Samsudin explained, as his hands continued to work, filling the empty gyribig-gyribig, with pipil corn.

"Try to see inside, boss. There's a machine to separate the corn kernels and the hump. We've got 3 machines like that." Oh right, there's a noise inside Mr. Samsudin's house.

"Yes, Sir. A moment Wil see. But Wil wants to say something first, sir." Mr. Samsudin understands. He came closer to me, and brought his ears closer. I whispered something in Mr. Samsudin's ear.

"Now, Boss?" Mr. Samsudin made sure

"Yes, Sir. After the prayer dzuhur plan."

"Yes already. Mang Jana will deliver."

"It's okay, sir. Let Wil and Randi take the bus."

"Boss, Boss... That car pity in the garage continues. Take the cake path." Mr. Samsudin laughed, then told someone to look for Mang Jana.