The Father Boy
ALA140S. Offers to get off bed
One month of being Gavin's uncle, my routine is pretty solid as he is. Until home, not yet arrived in the room I was asleep first. So sore eyes, sometimes until I fall asleep on the living room sofa.
The comments of the house people began to appear, they told me directly even though it was only passing in my ear. In fact, Mr. Key said that I looked naughty after Izza left.
Is that true?
Not particularly.
I just smoke, discuss things with uncle and uncle. I also began to actively farm, as a start I was loaned by uncle Gavin covering four hectares. Because by chance, the turn of the ginger field in my hometown has been harvested.
I chose my fortune to become a farmer. Porang is widely used as raw materials for flour, water purifier, cosmetics, glue and jelly making which in recent years exported to Japan. One of the largest ingredients in porang is glucomannan which is a natural fiber and soluble in water.
Harvesting can be done after the plant is two years old. There is another way that porang fast harvest, namely planting seedlings of porang from seedlings of tubers, because harvesting porang age reaches seven months since the planting period. I can harvest two years three times.
I read the global market first, because it intends to play exports. What I understand from all the chatter with uncle friends, porang is quite sought after in the world market besides coffee and spices. So, I took that chance.
My skin is not blackened, because of the sunlight. But it's even flushed, like a boiled crab. My physique did not change much, other than the friendliness of my face which was difficult to smile and laugh.
I don't know, all jokes I think are normal. But I can enjoy enjoying my busy life, because it is the people in it who are very supportive.
Behind the biyung questions about the menu today, always tucked advice so that I am not late to eat today. Behind my father's reprimand that I did not go home in the morning, my father instead told me to stay at my work place. Not that he was mad at me, but he was worried that I had an accident on the way.
I've escaped from following my uncle, not every time I'm with him. Moreover, he always came home late in the afternoon. Not a night like me, sometimes until the early hours like this.
Until the hundredth day of Izza, I got an offer from the Izza family to make me customary to get out of bed. With who? With cousin Izza.
Oh, obviously, I certainly don't want to. I don't want to live in the shadow of my late wife, because I always feel guilty. Especially with his cousin, who likely has the same story with his fibroids.
"What is the reason Bang Chandra nolak Sinta?" ask Uncle Izza who gave me my marriage and Izza first.
"No excuses, I'm busy doing business." I don't want to commit anymore either.
Because what? Because I would often wander and make my wife satin at home, because I wandered on deliberately focusing on my efforts. I don't want to anymore, if my wife will feel in the duakan number.
Worried, my wife often recurred peptic ulcer due to stress thinking about her husband who is not a henchman at home. He doesn't understand my reasons, but he demands that I be there all the time.
"What is it now, Bang?"
The talk after tahlil was fun, but I looked a little at the other Izza family since the day after the seven days. These talks annoyed me, because they seemed to want to know my achievements.
"Nothing, still the same cake yesterday." I deliberately didn't tell you that I now have an interest in the fields as well.
"Take a bath, Bang?" Izza's family kept asking questions, without understanding my sour veins.
"Yes, the pond." I was quite flat in answering, because there was nothing I wanted to ask them.
"How much is the turnover once exported?" They're getting teased.
I glanced at my father, he was busy talking to Mr. Kyai. He did not see me, who sent a signal of help to escape the barrage of questions given by the Izza family.
"Yes, that's fine." Why do they know their value? Or do they want to ask too, on the grounds of wanting to take Izza's rights?
"Must bring Uncle's son, or another brother."
Miraculously, he wanted to work. I'm not being insincere, but because the slightest item belonging to Izza was taken all. Just imagine, the bed sheet attached to the bed was taken, the towel too he said.
"And there is a field of one acre, there are more than thirty million dowries as well. It was his field, his dowry money to open a business." My mouth was as thin as a tissue. I don't know why, it came out alone speech like that.
Sold huh? Dare sell.
"You sell productive fields, in the middle of our fields? How dare? Sold to where? Why not offer it to our family?" I feel like my mouth looks like my dad or grandma, but hopefully once in a while.
"Yaaa, still in our relatives. Influential indeed?"
Forgive me!
"Yes if the fields sold are used as housing, yes influential. If the field is sold and made other fields, it also has an effect. The water will stagnate, not to mention the coffee trees near the field will die because of the transition of the function of the field next to it. An example is made housing, yes our coffee plants near the field so hit by the project." It should be explained, his brain is where they are.
So why buying and selling fields, buyers must look directly and know the environment around the field. Because it will affect.
"No, it's still on the coffee plant."
Yes, the logic is, people must feel good about buying productive coffee fields. Because later, the result will be more than the price of the fields they buy as well.
There really is no brain of this Izza family.
There was a young woman they called, and then she sat near the uncle of Izza. It's not that I'm no longer interested in women, but I'm distracting myself from women. Because I don't want to repeat yesterday's story.
"This is Sinta, Bang." The uncle introduced the woman to me. "Still her girl, Bang."
I just put my palms together in front of my chest, the sign I received the greeting. I am so lazy with this family because of such habits.
"Bang, said the father of fertilizer come." Beautiful Kirei approached me and directly carried on my shoulder.
He was familiar with me from a long time ago too.
"Where's his dad?" I'm afraid I don't know where this kid came from.
"Again hungry, again eat rice box there." Kirei pointed outwards.
The little boy is adorable.
"The right sock, let's go to dad." I'm getting ready to stand up.
"Come…." Kirei was so excited to hug my neck.
I cross paths with the Flower that carries coffee on the tray. "Wow, is this Brother over, Dek? Replace ya gendong to his brother," he said friendly.
Basic, tengil.
I passed it, still looking for the whereabouts of my uncle. I found it, then I was told that the car carrying the confused fertilizer would be unloaded.
Until suddenly tonight, I left my fertilizer in the garage of a car owned by grandma and grandpa. Really, I don't intend to make this room dirty. I'll clean it myself, once I have a rental house for this fertilizer storage.
If it's fertilizer and all sorts, it's personal. So each of my uncles, don't mix their fertilizers in one place. Moreover, mine is clearly different from the others.
"Bang, this. I told you to eat first with the biyung." Flowers approached me who was enveloping this fertilizer with empty sacks.
Why are the flowers being told? I can eat the man, not the food he brought.
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