The President Enters the Village
Complimentary

🍀🍀🍀🍀 Sorry cover and title I changed to "Village Entry President". The title is too long. And the color of the cover is too bright, so it is difficult to read the writing. Understandably I can not edit the cover letter, inadequate mobile phone facilities 🤭🤭🤭🤧🤧🍀🍀🍀🍀

Hana was silent contemplating everything, in the truck that was still unloading. In some of the city's largest rice agencies. 12 years is not a short time, what a long-bound sense of love can fade by the style of a classy city person. I don't know...

Unaware of a man pounding his backpack with cardboard tied to a raffia rope in his hand. The village he will be in? Kalasaka village, where the agricultural land is not so extensive.

But the money is not enough to buy a travel ticket or take a bus. The address of the village was not known clearly. Until there is a kernet that tells him, there is a rice truck that usually comes to rice suppliers near the terminal.

"Sir...mau to Kalasaka Village? Can I hitchhike?" tanyanya, trying to smile, no matter where Nathan's current self-esteem. The president is the usual director of a big meeting.

"Are you a town or a village? What's yourname?" mr. Kirjo who was drinking his black coffee waiting for the cargo to be lowered hit his forehead. Staring at the young man with a high quality face, but carrying a cardboard like a village person.

"I'm a city person, my name is Jonatan Northan." he said honestly.

Mr. Kirjo looks upset,"City man!? City people can not be trusted, Haikal who was once a fine child can be a depraved man!! You can't ride!! Who knows if you're a gangster who wants to rob a truck..."

How this.

"Sorry.My real name is Jono. Jonathan Northan, just a pseudonym so as not to be seen the village." whispered an awkward smile, looking down like a real villager.

"Say from earlier!! Young people today, from the village alone are ashamed. Jono's name has been nice to be replaced so Jonathan.." Kirjo sir laughed, pat Nathan on the shoulder or we just call him now.

Sickness in the heart trying to keep smiling.

His eyes looked around at the person in the front passenger seat, with the glass still closed. Red kebaya dress hairdo like sinden. With terrible makeup.

Jono's eyes closed, turning his eyes away. Starting to pray in his heart of fear, cold sweat poured out on his temples. To think it was the spirit of a sinden or a woman of old rape victim.

"Let's go.." said Mr. Kirjo, after returning his dirty coffee cups to a coffee shop near there.

"Sir we pray first, so as not to be followed by delicate creatures." Jono's trembling hands pointed at the passenger seat next to the driver's seat.

"Owh. That's Hana the son of the boss Dirga.." replied Mr. Kirjo.

"Hana? Why is his name not from the village?" Jono knitted his forehead curiously.

"His father Dirga was a villager, but his mother was of Japanese descent. His grandfather returned to Japan during the colonial era when his mother was still in the womb. So named Hana by her late grandmother.." The words spoke at length.

"La... Then where do I ride?" jono asked again, there was no way he could be crammed with a horrible girl.

"On the back.kan the rice has been lowered. So the truck was empty" he smiled lightly.

I expected, had to ride in the truck with the words 'There's money dear brother, no money brother kicked, ' there are times when I miss my personal driver and favorite car... he was still in his heart trying to smile.

Heavy rain flushed, a big tarp was there like a roof protection from rain for him. Dark and cold, he glanced at a few sacks of fertilizer that Kirjo bought and a wheelchair that folded neatly on the way.

His eyes stared at the open crack of the pearl, the really heavy rain. Accompanied by the sound of lightning, accompanied his departure from the city.

While in the passenger seat of the front of the girl with that hideous makeup, fingered the window glass of the truck, sighing violently.

The girl shook her head, trying to smile, "If you want to go to the bathroom, Hana will say." he said.

"Hana, why not just go to an expert? Hospital follow but or Chinese medicine. Sorry, but you know people who are totally paralyzed usually can not move or feel anything at all. But Hana can go to the bathroom by herself, take off her own kebaya cloth, just need to be escorted to sit on the toilet seat.." asked Pak Kirjo did not understand, with the son of his employer, with the child of his employer, that seems to have been able to walk or stand a little while.

"Promise.." Hana's tears suddenly flowed back.

"Promise?" ask Kirjo sir who is still concentrating on driving.

"Haikal used to make me promise, waiting for him to graduate. Waiting for her to become a specialist, in order to be the first to cure Hana.." she replied smiling softly with uncontrollable tears.

Mr. Kirjo sighed harshly, yet suddenly had another crazy idea."This is my advice, you better report to the police on fraud charges. Marriage promises, promises to treat, why even deny? After becoming a specialist." unfortunately, who already considers Hana like her own biological child.

"No sir, if the police report the money can not return." he muttered, reached into his cheap bag of small calculator issued. The proof of transfer was all kept complete. Given Hana is indeed typical of women who are perfectionists about the problem of spending and income. Of course, on the teachings of Dirga, as the sole heir to the farm and plantation in the future.

He was tired of all this, his relationship was broken. What else is lacking?

Until the truck stops in the parking lot near the rice warehouse. Mr. Kirjo walked to the back, about to take out the young man and take a wheelchair.

"Son Jono, wake up!! It has arrived.." he said waking up the young man who was asleep in the back of the truck.

"Have you arrived?" Jono stretched his stiff muscles. Staring at the clock on the old cell phone he bought for 150,000 rupiah a month ago. Due to lack of money, after selling phoncells that are worth fantastic.

If only, he could work in a company or bank. Maybe his life will be easier, but this is part of his agreement with Joseph, the older brother.

It's okay, just hoeing a year or two the money will be collected. As long as you are looking for high-priced plants to plant. His determination in heart, wanted to watch his brother who suffered from mysophobiya get married.

Vigorously Jono got off the back of the truck, starting to yawn yet fully willingly woke up from his sleep. However, she suddenly thinned her lips, held back her laughter, stared at a woman with horribly faded makeup lowered from the passenger seat beside the driver.

"Where are you filming a horror movie?" the insinuation to the woman.

"In the grave, did you sleep with cow dung?" hana asked, pointing at her own hair, as if giving a signal to Jono that there was something in her hair. Staring a little dry fertilizer left over from the cow trader, after lowering the load of rice left in Jono's hair.

"Aaa.." she cried, disdainfully puzzled as to how to clean it. Even with the use of rainwater on his hair.

"Eat him, next time look at yourself, first..." Hana turned around, moved her wheelchair, began to approach the table where she used to record the earth. Cleaning milk was removed from the drawer, about to clean the makeup.

A while passed, Jono was still there waiting for the rain to subside. His eyes slightly shifted, glancing at the woman who was still sitting in a wheelchair but whose natural beautiful face had been seen. Terrible makeup gone somewhere. The hair was straight, still wearing a red kebaya.

"Beautiful.." she muttered, along with Hana who turned her head.

"I mean pretty-beautiful deformed, also free!!" jono said, clenching his forehead.

"Handsome but poor is also free." Hanapak sneered back, leaving Jono out of words.

Seriate