Not Laila Majnun
Seems

Lukman is watching the farm workers who are transporting rice that has been put in large sacks and placed on a pickup car that will later be taken to the drying place.

After the rice stems are cut down directly put into the threshing machine in the rice fields that have been finished in the harvest. After that usually the next day the neighbors use a tool called ani-ani to take the remnants of rice that is not cut. Although only ani-ani or ngasak they can get the grain one to two sack sacks

The sweat that fell on the farmers' bodies looked shiny like the sparkle of a jewel. Among them there are some who do not wear clothes and the stomach looks sixpack even though their skin color looks blackish brown.

Farmers carrying sacks of rice that may weigh up to 50 kilograms more. It is appropriate that their bodies are sturdy and formed because accidentally they are like practicing weights every day.

Lukman looked at the workers but his mind was reflecting on his conversation last night with his wife.

Laila asked permission to buy a shophouse on the outskirts of the city and Lukman just said it was up to her.

"Wear your money as you please. Your right. There is no need to ask me for permission" Lukman said, hugging his wife as they prepared to rest for the night.

Every night they hug even often they do adult scenes but both are still steadfast with their respective selfishness. Want to be understood without having to say the word. He should know what is in my heart because we have lived many years together. Those powerful words that are often spoken by a husband or wife when angry with their partner whose impact is very painful on both sides.

Laila wanted her husband to come after her with a lot of questions. Being possessive is sometimes annoying as before but this time she misses it from her husband. Lukman asked carefully then he would review the place before finally agreeing to the wife's request.

Lukman thought the same but was reluctant to do so because Laila had previously upset him with the questions he repeated.

"Have you met a suitable candidate? Need to find it?" Laila asked as soon as they finished doing the husband and wife ritual.

"No need. I can find out for myself" Lukman steadfastly set out to find someone who would be made a second wife because this was like a challenge from his wife

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"Sir, awaited the village chief in the office. There's something he wants to discuss" Daniah turned out to be beside him without him knowing since when he was there. His clothes are now more covered and he seems to refrain from being a woman who sells expensive to attract the attention of the boss.

"Come on!" He said as he walked away from the rice field that now stretched like a yellowish-coloured Permadi.

Daniah was happy to be able to walk with Lukman but as much as possible to hold back by staying calm and being professional but for Lukman there was nothing that made him interested in Daniah who was clearly put to heart to him.

Lukman tried to like Daniah but his heart was unmoved as well. There is nothing similar to his wife in Daniah that makes his heart beat fast when like being with his wife. Lukman is indeed a man who is difficult to fall in love and once in love he will have difficulty forgetting it.

It was almost dark when he was on his way home. Sayup-sayup he heard a girl asking for help among the lush plants in the plantation owned by one of the merchants he passed.

At first Lukman intended not to care and wanted to go straight home until he looked back through the rearview mirror and saw a girl running on the path he passed while calling him and asking for help.

Lukman stopped his steed suddenly to give a ride to the girl who ran like a fidelity.