WHITE JASMINE
CHAPTER 43

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"It turns out it feels good." - Mario.

Mario ate so voraciously, that he paid no attention to his wife's questions. Bribes by bribes went into his mouth.

"Pa was asked to be quiet." Marret.

"Eat Ma, Papa is very hungry." Mario's alibi, who keeps chewing food in his mouth.

"What hunger is greedy, Pa?" ask Marreta, who also put food in her mouth.

She felt the same way as her husband.

"Had my husband been so voracious, it turned out to be really good" Marreta said.

Margaret came out of the room into the kitchen, she saw her sister eating so voraciously, she smiled.

"Reta, has it been a while?" ask Margaret.

"About an hour ago sister." replied Marreta.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you guys were coming, I fell asleep in my room."

"It's okay, brother, must be tired right after attending Ronald's wedding.?"

Margaret smiled, looking at her sister-in-law who was eating. Margaret never saw them eat that gluttony.

"Have you eaten?" ask Marreta.

"Then." answered Margaret briefly.

"Which other where's brother?" Marret.

"Maybe fishing in the pond again Mr. Joseph." Margaret.

"Fishing? where's the?" ask Mario.

"Later Papa same as me, we happen to want to go there too." Frans.

"It's far away?" Mario.

"No Pa, just a few hundred meters." Frans.

"Mom can come?"

"By, all roads look at this village."

After they had finished eating, they rested for a while, and they went to the house of Joseph. They were just walking, because it was close.it was probably about 500 meters. As they walked, the villagers looked in amazement at them, but they were so envious of Melati that she could get along so easily with the townspeople. Now they arrived at the house of Mr. Yusuf. happened to be Mr. Joseph was cutting down a cane stick to be taken water.

"What are you doing?" ask Frans.

"Oh this, again clean the sugar cane to be taken by the water later." replied Mr. Yusuf.

After that Mr. Yusuf turned on the sugar cane grinding machine and did not forget Mr. Yusuf provided his tool to hold the sugar cane later. Mario who had never seen the process of grinding sugar cane was amazed.

"May I try it sir?" ask Mario.

"Can, please." Mr. Yusuf invited Mario to try it. Not forgetting that Joseph taught him.

"It turns out to be very pleasant," Mario murmured softly, of course only he himself heard it. let alone the sound of the cane grinding machine so loud it sounded.

Not long came Martin, Alexander and Alfian.

"I want to try it," Martin pushed slowly Mario to the side.

"Let me, you step aside." Alexander did not want to lose, but they were fishing again.

"Why do you like to bother so much?" Mario.

While Mr. Yusuf just bobbing heads watching them seize the grab of sugar cane.

"Have it been, when did it end? you guys have exactly Tom and Jerry's also buldogs." Alfians.

The three stopped and stared intently at Alfian, not accepting the words cat, mouse and dog. Then they all snorted.

Then Mr. Joseph explained the way, until the three understood.

"Asians are too." Alexander's.

They did it with a laugh until it was over. And brought him in to make drinks. Then the women put the sugar cane water in the kettles and served it along with ice cubes.

"Newly this time I drank sugarcane juice, it turned out to be fresh and delicious." Martin.

"Yes, yes sweetness is natural and does not cause diabetes." Mario.

After that they continued fishing in the pond.

"Look at me, I'm also an expert in fishing." Mario is proud. Martin and Alex were just smacking their lips.Their wives were just watching from inside the house.

"Ye I got a big fish" cried Martin.

All turned towards Martin who shouted with excitement, since then they were fishing but had not been able to one tail, once could how happy his heart.

"Look at the big fish" said Martin.

Mario feels himself rivaled, because he has not got a single tail until the afternoon.the clock shows at 17:00 then they get a lot of fish.

"What do we do with these fish?"

"We roast, it's delicious."

"Then after Maghrib we'll bake fish here, tell our children and wives."

"Well, now that we're going in the house, we're going to take a bath. soon we're going to the mosque for Maghrib prayers."

Finally they stopped fishing, and told them of their plan to bake the fish later that night. Of course their wives and children were excited.

"It's worth it that you're at home here, it's fun." Marret.

"Yes, my husband plans to build a villa here if anyone sells his land." Margaret.

"If it's about selling land, maybe people here won't sell their land." Rania.

"Why?" ask Margaret.

"Because the income here is mostly from the land they have. such as gardens, fields and so on."Rania.

"Sadly yes, but I also want if my husband buys land here continues to build a villa rather when the time can vacation here." Marret.

"Already, let's clean this fish." Sofia.

Marreta and Margaret who had never done such a job ended up being involved, they got used to living like this, if they had helpers working at home, but not here.

"I came to understand how the village people live" Marreta muttered inwardly.

"Sir, maybe there will be a son-in-law coming here." Margaret.

"really? I want to see what he's like until my son loves him so much." Marret.

"The guy's pretty, and definitely a good girl, I like Frans with that girl." Margaret.

"I've introduced a lot of sexy and beautiful girls, but it's always been rejected by Frans." Marret.

"Sometimes the choice of a parent is not necessarily good for our child, I never restrain my son from finding a partner, let him find his own choice" Sofia said.

"So I've seen Rain's fiancee, Rain is not wrong, beautiful and good at cooking." Marret.

Sofia smiled at the praise for her future daughter-in-law.

"You haven't seen your future son-in-law, Frans is also smart in choosing a partner, he's no less beautiful than my son, he's my son's friend. And one more thing, he's also good at cooking." Rania.

They continued chatting while cleaning the fish, after they finished bathing, because soon it will enter Maghrib prayer time. The men are ready to go to the mosque, while the women only pray at home. Except for those who are lost.

After the Maghrib prayer, the women fertilize the fish they will roast later. While the man prepares firewood and a furnace where to bake fish. What a real happiness now that they are gathering together like a family before they return to the capital.

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