The Samawa Till Jannah
– S2 – Episode 62. The Farm
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The next day, sunday. Anin off work, can finally end with excitement. Though Anin is still a new employee, but what do you want to make?
Sunday if there is work, do it at home until tomorrow again meet at the office. That's what's in the rules as an employee.
"Bude," Anin brought a basket of clothes and after finishing drying clothes.
Budenya cook, tasting his cooking a little on a spoon and he tasted it.
"What's wrong?" bude asked, Bude turned off the stove.
"I will sew clothes, where is the shop? You see, over there, that's if you sew luama clothes. So, it can't be used for tomorrow anymore." Said Anin, his clothes length and greatness in Anin's body.
Anin chose to be sewn and trimmed a little. Let it look beautiful, neat, and beautiful when viewed.
"Try next to the traditional market Nin. I think if there's a day is also finished, all shopping at the market Nin." Bude poured his vegetables into a bowl and washed the dish.
"Ooh over there, the guy's a little weird that's a guy. Let alone glancing at his wife." Anin took the fried tempeh on the table and ate it.
"He said he wanted to spit, there the person is not friendly but if he does not move percept." Bude said, Bude washes dirty dishes and glasses.
"It doesn't catch the wind anymore, does it?" Bude continued, Anin nodded.
"Jaudah will be in the fields for the wind. Pakde soon also harvest rice, the pad is yellow. You'll take this breakfast to Pakde ya's farm!" Bude finished washing dishes and glasses, he took a bushel in the closet.
"Bude Oke. But I'm gonna eat first. Laper this is the case," said Anin took a plate and carded the white rice.
Take a few side dishes and put them on the table, walk to get a glass and he filled his water for later drinking.
"Eat a lot, let the chips fat. If fat is usually a puff." Bude said by taking a terasi sambel and taking fried tempeh.
"Here, Bude wants to wander off the flower first. Spoons are just as drinkable as each other's challenges. Pakde later in ingetin if the same abstinence spoon and bottle should be brought home. If you do not tell Pakde not to go home," Bude also went out the back door.
Anin ate her food voraciously without the slightest bit left.
"Allhamdulillah... Full too, all go to the tailor well, okay... Take his clothes and ride Pakde's ontel bike in the warehouse. It's still good to keep the paint just don't fade." Anin stepped into the room and picked up her clothes, Anin stuffed her clothes quickly.
Anin brought her chains and the clothes she was about to sew. "Bude I'm leaving..." Anin yelled for Bude to hear.
Don't listen at all, at most Bude chat with the next door neighbor.
Anin's bike took out and she climbed up, churning out her already existing plastic and plastic challenge that contained the shirt.
Paddle slowly.
Anin greeted the people she knew and so did the mothers who were still coming home from shopping.
Arrived in the fields.
therehewas. Finally meeting her too, Anin approached in the hut. Pakde was there, chatting with the old man.
"Assalamu'alaikum sir."
Anin also greeted the old man and grandfather.
"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Did you cook your bude?" ask the boss with a smile, accept the challenge.
"This is said bude was rantang---"
"Yes sir tau."
Pakde opened his challenge and his eyes sparkled because there was a favorite sauce pakde.
"Ehm, sir. I want to go to the market first yes, I want to sew this oversized shirt continues to length." Anin's words made Pakde look at Anin.
"Where do you want to sew clothes?"
"It turns out that bude next to the traditional market there is a famous tailor. I don't know either, but he says his people are oddly male. Then, the woman is a bit sadistic sirde."
Anin sat next to Pakde.
"Monggo sir, maem together." Pakde said offering the grandfather with Javanese language dialect. (People, eat together)
"Sampun dahar, sir." The old man replied (Have eaten, sir)
"Yo wis, I want to eat first sir." (Yes already)
"How's pakde?" Anin waited for Pakdenya impatiently and Pakde sprained because Anin spoke in a high tone.
"Uhukkkkp... Uhukkk..."
Pakde drank the water and breathed a sigh of relief.
"You're this. Yes, if you want it, sirde would say whatever you still ngeyel."
Anin walked towards the place where she had put her bicycle back and pedaled her bicycle.
Forgot permission or what, but the important thing is allowed.
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