The Shabby Wife You Ignore
Mystery in the Farm Hill

"Boss Hamzah!"

A woman in a ponytail wearing a cowboy hat was cleaning up goat manure. It was Zora. Looks sparkling face and happy when Zora saw his former boss. After being fired from the company 'JAYA GROUP' , Zora was forced to work on a farm owned by Pak Ujang. There was no other choice, because after leaving the Hamzah family-owned company, Zora had difficulty finding work.

Needed goods are rising, with forced he must find a job to carry out his life. Because both of his parents are abroad in prison for smuggling illegal goods. So, he was forced to seek his own sustenance and support his younger brother who is still in SD.

"Zora's? You work here. I want to meet with Mr. Ujang and I am lazy to serve you and do not look for attention in front of me again."

In a jutek tone, Hamzah asked Zora about the whereabouts of Pak Ujang. Hamzah only wants to meet with Mr. Ujang and wants to buy a goat for his aqiqah event not more than that.

"Yes, Boss. I will call Mr. Ujang for a moment. The boss could sit on that big rock if he got tired. Zora will call Mr. Ujang immediately."

With a friendly smile Zora started calling Mr. Ujang. Zora's attitude changed one hundred percent from the Zora that Hamzah knew while working at his company. The look on his face was ordinary and seemed not flirtatious. But I don't know, fill people's hearts who knows. Zora walked into a door made of green iron next to the farm. He went straight into that door.

Hamzah who was still standing began to look towards the large rock that looked like a seat. And the stone can indeed lean to eliminate the fatigue on the back of someone who occupied the stone. Around the stone there is a fairly large field and growing lush green grass.

What a fascinating sight. There was the sound of 'Reggae' music from the direction of the minimalist house that impressed the antique. That's Mr. Ujang's house. Legendary homes imitate the style of westerners in the 90s.

At a glance, Hamzah imagined having a house like what Mr. Ujang has. Joking around in the field with his wife and children while shepherding goats and listening to the music of 'Reggae'.

At first glance, his daydream came to a halt when a thin-looking moustached father and also wearing a brown-tinted cowboy hat and jeans walked up to him.

He walked quickly towards Hamzah Anggara. Upon arriving, Mr. Ujang said,

"Mas Hamzah! Let's get inside my house!"

Mr. Ujang was surprised to see that the one who came was the CEO. Mr. Ujang is a business friend of Fauzan, the father of Hamzah. They are like close friends and even like family because of a good relationship. When he was young, Mr. Fauzan often practiced riding with Pak Ujang in the field. In fact, the horse is still there and the cage is right next to the goat farm.

Then Hamzah began to follow Mr. Ujang who invited him into his house. Not long ago, Hamzah was sitting on a chair and made of stone with beautiful carvings made by artisans. At that time Hamza said,

"My uncle here wants to buy two goats that our family plans to hold my first child's aqiqah."

Immediately Hamzah expressed his purpose in coming to it. That time, suddenly a woman with curly hair and wearing a long red shirt and a knee-length skirt about 40 years old was carrying a tray on top of which there was a pot and two cups unique black and there are beautiful flower paintings and fried bananas one plate that will be served to his guests, namely Hamzah Anggara.

At home Pak Ujang is full of fine artworks found in his household appliances. Maybe their family is art lovers.

"Green tea please drink. Hope you like it."

Then the woman placed a cup, pot and treats in the form of fried bananas on a uniquely shaped wooden table. With a sweet smile the woman poured the green tea that is still steaming into two unique cups. Then the woman sat down next to Mr. Ujang.

The distinctive fragrant aroma of green tea lurks in the nose and makes Hamzah want to drink it immediately. Because only this time he was served by the Host with a green tea drink.

"Thank you, Mom. Oh. Ja. This is Aunt Karmila, right? Mr Ujang's wife?" asked Hamzah who tried to remember the past memory that served a special drink for him was the wife of Mr. Ujang.

Hamzah was still in college and was introduced by his father about Pak Ujang's wife. At that time, Fauzan deliberately visited to visit the house of Mr. Ujang.

Then Hamzah began sipping the green tea slowly. It feels so good. Then Mr. Ujang and his wife stood up to head to the farm. Hamzah followed the two of them because he would choose the best goat. Five minutes later, they reached the farm. There are two types of goats, namely sheep goats and java goats. Hamzah will buy two healthy and fat Javanese goats.

While on the farm, Zora was not on the farm maybe he did other work around the house of Mr. Ujang.

After some time choosing, finally Hamzah has found the desired goat. Then Hamza said,

"Pak Ujang, I want to buy two goats in the northernmost corner there. He looks healthy and fat. How much is it?"

With a happy face, Hamzah pointed at the goat he would buy and asked the price of the goat to Pak Ujang.

"The price is five million rupiah. This includes super java goats so the goats are big and fat. For people who already know me give cheap only," replied Mr. Ujang to Hamzah about the price of goats to be purchased by Hamzah.

Pak Ujang is a successful goat breeder and horse breeder. He was a rich but generous merchant. To his customers he did not give a selling price too high to the upper and lower circles.

Equal to anyone. Coincidentally buying is Hamzah son of a friend who is most familiar then, he discounted the selling price of the goat. For a rich merchant, he never lost in his trade matters.

"Alright Mr. Ujang, thank you for giving the selling price. And this is five million rupiah. And I'll be right back home because my wife will definitely be looking for him. Because time is almost maghrib."

Finally Hamzah Anggara managed to buy two healthy and fat male goats. He hopes his family will be happy. Not long after he said goodbye and immediately herded the goats onto his black 'Pick up' car.

After the goat was successfully raised in the car and tied firmly on the pole of the car with the help of Mr. Ujang, Hamzah headed to the place to drive the car. Not long ago, Hamzah was already in the car.

The engine was turned on and Hamzah immediately drove the car at medium speed because it passed through a winding road and up and down. Hamzah passed through the mountains to reach his home. Because Pak Ujang's house is on a hill and there is a forest that must be passed.

Suddenly there was a thunderous sound. Signs of rain are coming soon. The sky that had looked bright had now turned pitch-black. And it felt very cold at that moment. Forced he had to stop by the roadside to install a tent roof behind his car so that when it rains later, the goat is not rained.

Hamzah started to get out of the car and continued to put up the tent. At that time the spatter began to fall and the longer the rain was getting heavier. However, Hamzah took pains to immediately finish the tent he installed. Seven minutes later, the tent was successfully installed. The goats did not get cold.

"Please, please, help! Release me! I am innocent!"

As Hamzah was about to get off the back of the car, Hamzah heard the sound of people asking for help and cried loudly. Hamzah ignored himself being drenched in the rain, and then he looked around for the source of the sound. And the direction of the sound leads to a rickety hut that is not far from the car stops.

The hut was just under the hill on the quiet side of the road and underneath was a large rubber tree. Hamzah was curious and had to get closer to the hut.

A few seconds later, Hamzah began to approach the hut and it turned out that the door was slightly open. Behind Hamzah's door saw a grandmother who had very long hair and was chewing a betel nut and was whipping a woman with a quarry until the woman's hands and feet were bruised and injured.

And next to the grandmother was a container of jugs and a basin filled with red water containing roses. While on the whip the woman groaned in pain. And Hamzah was stunned to find out who that woman was. It was Zora.

'What is Zora doing with Grandma? Do I have to help him?'

Hamza wondered in his heart. Hamzah. Is this a trap or really Zora hurt by the grandmother. It looks like an unmade wound. The tool used for whipping is also not a playful tool. The mine was long and heavily whipped into Zora's hands and feet in a tied state.