Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy
How about Violin?

"Well, will you come?" Violin held the hand of Mbah Putri, leading him out of the yard of the house.

Next to Mbah Putri's hand dripped a small bucket containing a small yellow scoop that had faded in color. He walked to the side of the house, where he planted crops. This time the chili tree stretched wide there.

The crate is like compactly growing chili plants. As far as the eye can see, only chili is visible.

Before knowing sand land can be agricultural land, the main livelihood of the inhabitants of the southern coast is fishermen.

The sand land was left lying idle, but now they also managed to develop agriculture in this coastal sand land.

The success of agriculture in coastal sand is certainly not taken for granted, many obstacles must be faced to achieve success. The existence of a very hot climate, frequent salt storms, minimal nutrients, high land porosity, and coastal sand that has been submerged in salt water for millions of years.

Behind the constraints there are also advantages, namely the cost of cheap land rent, cheap land processing and weeding, abundant sunlight, can be used throughout the year because the irrigation system can be regulated, and pests/relatively low disease.

The morning after dawn usually residents around the coast have begun to treat the plants.

"Where are you going to go?"

"You want to go to Mbah's beach." Vio said cheerfully.

The Princess chuckled.

"Mbah wes bosen, kono ngajak konco-koncomu." Mbah Putri looks reluctant, he refused Vio's invitation, instead engrossed in painting the brown soil that smells strange according to Violin.

Vio pouted, he understood the Javanese language if there were people talking but the type who could not say his vocabulary.

"Later do not help the naburin Mbah," pointed Vio sure.

The Princess chuckled again, "do you know what this is?" ask the Mbah while stirring his bucket with his bare hands.

"Land is loose, right?" answer Vio sure.

"It's manure, cah ayu. Hehehe..."

Violin took two steps back, "Eh, don't be Mbah, I'm going there first. Bahmah Daaahh..."

He moved away from Mbah Putri, approaching Sofia and Pamela who had been engrossed in Selfi with a background view of the beach in the morning.

I don't know if Atmanegara facilitated both parents. Still in his old age they still choose to busy themselves with farming. Only his father had not gone to sea again, constrained by age.

Assisted by several workers, Mbah Putri and Mbah Kakung are still the spirit at the age of twilight.

They refused to move to the city, also rejected the renovation of homes that wanted to be made more modern.

"Don't ruin the memories, just leave them alone until we're dead." Reject his father at that time, the early days of Atmanegara began to succeed.

Finally Atmanegara just polishing this it to make it more comfortable. Still the house changed, the father and mother who are from the ordinary feel awkward living in a house that is transformed like a palace.

"La dalah, the mother could not sleep, afraid of the teak wooden chair in front of it."

"There's CCTV."

"Eman your money le," said his mother when Atmanegara came to check the results of the renovation. Love your money, he said.

"Don't forbid a child who wants to make his parents happy, Mom, it's natural to remember first to take shelter just have to turn on the palm leaves."

"Not prohibit, just don't overdo it."

"Mother calm down, I know the portions." Atmanegara Promise.

Now they are tired of banning their children. Want to install AC, renovate the park, buy land for investment, like Atmanegara.

"Paamm, don't go too south, danger! The waves are big!" Shouting Violin. Pam marks OK with her finger. He quite understands the ferocity of these waves.

"Can you wear a bikini?" Pam began to struggle with her dress up and down in the wind.

Sofia glared, "no need to macem deh, which is even stripped naked all atma sir."

"Aaww. Haha..."

"Look, the fishermen are getting ready to go down." Sofia pointed at the crowd of compact people pushing the wooden boat closer to the shoreline.

They ran a little closer to him.

Violin was engrossed in her camera, this time aiming for a little boy who waved his hand to let his father go down into the sea looking for fish.

His eyes were so sparkling, he looked happy to still be able to deliver the father today, without knowing what would happen in the middle of the ocean there.

for a moment Vio was stunned, said Mbahnya their lives were also dependent on sea products. Even his father has been at sea since Junior High. Sell it at TPI (Fish Auction Place) then the results for daily needs.

It is only fitting that now Atmanegara is so observant in managing money and time. A difficult person who crawls slowly, from zero to this point, is not an easy thing. Much is sacrificed, time, energy, mind.

And persistence is the key. If you give up today, forever will never come to this point.

Then Vio looked at his already born self with a golden spoon in his mouth. He did not see how Atmanegara pushed the wooden boat out to sea in search of fish, like the boy.

Atmanegara provides higher education that not all children can get. Although affection sometimes he can not meet, but Vio's needs are always guaranteed.

Actually it is a natural thing to remember since Atmanegara Junior High has been independent, slam bones in order to still be able to leave school the next day. He wanted Violin to fight as well, not just be a spoiled child who could only hide under his master's armpits.

Violin closed her eyes, feeling her father's affection more pronounced lately. A bit possessive indeed, but maybe that's the form of concern Atmanegara.

While under the fir tree, some distance from the widows, two men were engrossed in daydreaming with their own thoughts.

Rion was quite shocked to find Dion's whereabouts this morning. But finally they decided to jog together along the beach.

"You're making a fuss about your own life." Sinis Rion, his eyes were still engrossed in looking at the three women, either focused to which one.

Dion reluctantly replied, he only grimaced, he knew he must look stupid in Rion's eyes.

"In the end, you can't be alone." Mumbled Dion.

Rion smirked, "Why not?" liberals felt that Dion was simply not enjoying his solitude.

"It's quieter like this. Unattached freedom, you can choose whatever you like. Whatever you want to do, whatever it is."

Dion tilted his head, "That we are different, Om."

"Well, there's no harm in trying to understand anything else." Rion stood up, he put away the sand in his training pants.

"I don't know if I'm not in love yet."

"Curtain, love? Make it complicated." - Grumbled Rion.

"Yes?" Dion raised his eyebrows, he followed Rion walking back to Atmanegara's house.

"Who is Pam and Sofia?" Search Dion kepo. He grinned looking at Rion's face that remained slabless without expression. It was as if Dion's question was like the buzz of a fly passing in front of Rion's face, unimportant.

"How about Violin?"

Eh?

Dion deg degan.

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