The Vegetable Buyer's a Milyader
Kamil the Good Man
”Farhan, do you know where your sister went?” hamid asked the first child.
”I don't know Pa, leave it later if he is saturated it will definitely go home by itself,” Farhan replied.
”Papa wonder exactly what he was looking for until willing to leave his company and want papa angrati.”
”Of course the thing he's never felt before Pa, I've never been young!”
”But papa used to be nothing like him, as if he himself did not feel sorry for mama. If later mama until sick papa will not forgive him.”
”Don't be so Pa, he's looking for his true love just let him go later if he's found what he's looking for sure he'll be back.”
”Ck! Papa doubted that because he was now out of town with Baron.”
”What's out of town?”
Hamid massages his temple, ”Papa also does not know what it means, which obviously papa does not like it if he is like that.”
”Papa must refrain from making him further away from us, pity mama every day always ask him.”
”Of course he is his favorite child, then how is your relationship with Alea better?”
Farhan flicked his shoulders short, ”Alea was a little hard Pa, preferably Farhan according to what he would do as long as he did not go far from Farhan.”
”Don't until you repeat your past failures, papa will speed up your matchmaking if he doesn't want to be with you.”
”Thank you Pa, I'll talk to him later.”
"Faster better remember you should be able to get his heart,” Hamid said.
”Good Pa.” Hamid immediately left his office rushing home to meet his wife Alika, a middle-aged woman who is still beautiful at her age.
Sometimes he glanced at the streets that began to be crowded because lunch hours were taking place many employees out of the office just to enjoy lunch or just sit under a tree while smoking.
”Honey, you home?” greeting Alika smilingly welcomed her husband's return.
”I want to have lunch at home, how did Kamil there tell you?”
Alika was silent for several days Kamil his son could not be contacted and again some of his messages did not immediately reply to make him worried about this situation.
”Maybe he is busy Pa, so did not have time to contact us,” said Alika.
”Yes he is busy looking for women and having fun out there,” Hamid said.
”Astaghfirullah istighfar Pa, my son Kamil will not do that especially he is the man in charge,” denied Alika.
”Ya just see later what will happen because all this time mama was too pampering herself and it made her feel on the wind whatever she did seemed wrong was always right.”
Alika breathed out her breath hearing the string of sentences from Hamid. ”Mama will reprimand him if indeed he is wrong Pa, so papa does not need to worry.”
The turn of Hamid who was silent if his wife had said that would no one be able to refute him anymore.
***
”This is a jengkol right? How much is one kilo?” ask Kamil at middlemen in the market.
”Still expensive Bang, one kilo eighty-five thousand,” replied Pak Ujang one of the famous middlemen in the market.
”Hah! Very expensive,” Kamil said.
”If it's expensive like this how would a small person want to eat jengkol? The price is to cower the meat!” continued.
”Yes that's how it is, there are also pete usually large stalls that dare to take because they need to default,” explained Mr. Ujang.
Seeing the condition of this village makes Kamil want to invest in building a cheap market for its citizens, given the price of chili that rose while yesterday afternoon there were farmers who said if the chili has been harvested even though it is not old enough, but the price of chili has not been, he was worried if prices plummeted and the farmer was at a loss. Kamil wants to stabilize the price of the tree so that between farmers and sellers and buyers are equally facilitated.
”Bang Kamil want to try the jengkolnya?” tawar Pak Ujang's.
Kamil scratched his nape feeling confused for what he jengkol as much as that while he did not cook other than the smell that will strike later his tongue is also not familiar with jengkol.
”Alright sir, how much let me pay," Kamil said he did because he did not have the heart with Mr. Ujang who was in need of money to take his son to the hospital.
”Two and a half million only Bang Kamil, selling loss is okay because I really need that money,” said Pak Ujang.
”Good give me account number let me pay the transfer because I do not bring cash,” explained Kamil.
Pak Ujang also gave his account number to Kamil.
"God is this really Bang?” said Mr. Ujang saw the nominal delivered by Kamil three million.
”Iya hopefully his son will recover quickly and please this later jengkolnya father bring to my rented house just yes, let later Baron my employee who takes care of it.”
”Good. Thanks yes Bang.”
Kamil immediately left the asar to the restaurant of the field in front of the market. ”Nation of the field Bu one serving yes, iced tea one!”
”Good.” The shop owner immediately took Kamil's order.
Just about to devour her food her phone rang a call from her mother Alika stopping the chewing in her mouth.
”Hallo Ma, have you contacted me?”
”Basic brat! where have you been all this time your papa is angry at mama!”
”Don't be taken heart Ma, is not it so habitually angry honestly Kamil not surprised.”
”Gosh this child, do not underestimate the words of papa Nak, mama does not want you guys to fight any minute your brother Farhan will soon marry Alea so please take care of the good relationship that is being created.”
”Ma, indeed Kamil has done wrong all this time? Kamil felt that he never did anything wrong so please mama does not have to worry about Kamil because Kamil can take care of Kamil's own life.”
”Mama believe, please yes you do not linger outside immediately return and remember your company really needs you.”
Beeping.
Kamil felt that his throat was clogged hearing Alika's words about his brother's matchmaking with Alea, why the girl was so stupid to be betrothed to her brother was in trouble with his ex-wife.
Malik immediately went home after finishing a plate of rice field, once he reached his rented he saw some people were taking down the jengkol that had been paid by him.
”Bos, jengkol so much for what?” tanya Baron recalled in the city his boss never ate jengkol.
”I don't know either,” replied Kamil indifferently.
”How about it made rendang jengkol Bang Kamil,” bargain Bu Broto.
”I can't Mom, eat it never?”
”Hah, the real Bang?”
”Iya Ma'am, how good is it so much?”
”How about you call Mbak Medina only let him process it and Bang Kamil who sold it,” proposed Bu Broto.
”Good idea, but does he want ya Bu?”
”Try now!”
Kamil went to Medina's house hoping that the woman would be invited to work together considering that the incident at the minimarket yesterday embarrassed her.
”Hopefully he is willing and no longer angry with me,” muttered Kamil.