The Mate at the Beginning
Chapter 85 Harvest party

This morning as usual after a check and ricek small garden in the yard of the house apparently there is a lot to be harvested. At about seven in the morning Mita came out of the house carrying a small and large bucket.

"Eh dede Irham happened to have come let's go we harvest! But before the plunge has breakfast not yet if not to the back of the breakfast gih first was the special masakin brother bakwan corn, tempe fried tofu same sambel terasi complete same lalapannya" he said,seeing Irham seemed busy picking up yellowing leaves and put in a garbage bag. Irham glanced at a glance with an exasperated expression that actually made Mita laugh, he thought adorable.

"Still full of breakfast at home. Why the hell did he call it 'dede' I'm a baby?" his protest was upset while continuing to clean up.

"Syuka aja call dede because you mgegegegemesin talking about the origin of ceplas ceplos so if you want to be called mas Irham again polite speech." seduced Mita while smiling satisfied.

"Not fun..." Mita simply raised an eyebrow and looked at the familiar-looking existence of Yahya and Hafiz.

"Sister Yahya, brother Hafiz if the laper eats to the back well I stay!" the two nodded while giving a thumbs up without looking at Mita. Shitty indeed.

"Hehehe...diasinin yah!" god Irham turned back that did not get a response instead looks plate.

"Gaspoll!" Mita waved her hand inviting Irham to harvest. Irham was immediately fast-moving style of skillful and flexible cutting out the area of tomato trees that have not been harvested for half an hour. Now continue to cut kale plants that have grown tall and large. Mita only saw with wonder how fast Irham worked while she only got five chili trees. From there the movement is slow and careful fear of the branches broken is dear if the immature is forced to be harvested, many of the chili fruit.

"Sir this cucumber wants to be harvested also is not the time because?" irham shouted from the side of the house. Mita rushed to Irham's whereabouts.

"Where are the cucumbers I can forget that we grow cucumbers too?" dipping while interrupting the leaf sheets, the know for the vines the fruit likes to hide so it must be careful not to redundant. Cucumber if it is a bit old it tastes asem not good if consumed less crispy anyway so it must fit the petik.

"Yes this must be plucked a lot well rich. Must call for reinforcements." rushed over to Yahya and Hafiz.

"Please dong kak help harvest let me run!" Both are obedient. Then Mita went inside to pick up another big bucket but she was confused herself.

"Why is the rich man confused?" mak Jinem asked astonished at Mita's attitude.

"Don't fit Mak bucketnya make the harvest afraid of the tomatoes overlapping the other will be a pity if the tomorrow is rotten" he replied in a panic.

"Pake neng mat!" mak Jinem's proposal is owned by Mita. Go to the room of his deceased parents there stored some mats then to the front and held it in the terrace.

"What do you do, baby?" there was a voice of Beautiful Bu suddenly from the side that made him stunned.

"When was Mita not aware there was a mother?" while rolling out the mat, it was like opening a lesehan sales stall.

"What's the new title mat?" rejang Bu Indah then stepped over the guardrail between their houses with difficulty. Mita immediately glared at the new style of jumping fence Hafiz derivative of her mother.

"Mothers want to age using a jumping pager event can mutter ahead!" protest Mita while approaching, helping to hold the hand of Bu Indah afraid of falling.

"Old Mit...these swallowed must not pa pa pa." still cringe as well, We can only take a deep breath. That's how parents usually feel right so can not be given the understanding of likes alone.

"Mama...."

"Inget old age why ride a pager rich kid?" well it was discovered that her husband was immediately shocked to almost fall down grateful to be held by Mita so safe. How angry his father Hafiz like a lion wants to eat people.

"Hehehe..sorry pa nyari patas." replied Ms. Beautiful with a stiff and timid smile. While Mita deg-degan it feels like her heart is going to be dislodged when she feels Bu Indah will fall.

Hearing the screams, Hafiz and the others rushed out of hiding wanting to know the true state.

"Well what the fuck is using a pager mama think a horse's back?" hafiz's protest was angry and was met with a flap in his head.

"Aw sick Ma...!" lamented Hafiz.

"Let's get down papa holdin from here!" his father said Hafiz while holding his wife's buttocks to make it easier to lift one leg to the front.

"Thank her feet Ma!" keep his papa Hafiz.

"Mother here her legs lifted first helped step this well I'm afraid well!" luh Mita saw the beautiful Lady who had difficulty moving her legs.

"Oh well this tingling sensation of my feet!" luh Bu Indah with a grimacing face. The situation turned tense. Looks like Hafiz's father who held back angry due to his wife's lack of work behavior.

"Finding things now knows how it feels!" comments from Hafiz.

"What is this?" it feels like Mita stopped breathing to see the condition of Beautiful Bu who is trapped above the fence.

"Mas Hafiz here hadep forward rather squatting." Yahya's orders were directly obeyed Hafiz.

"Where can Auntie move?" Beautiful Mom nodded slowly.

"Good bit mas Hafiz so easy Aunty get on his back!" and finally with the help of four men Bu Indah rescued sitting on a mat. Mita went into the house to take a glass of water and immediately drink to Bu Indah.

"How to calm down Mom!" Bu Indah replied with a nod and everyone could breathe a sigh of relief.

"Alhamdulillah." he said straight to Hafiz when he knew Hafiz would start nagging his mother. After all, Ms. Lovely is her parents and should be respected. Sin nags the old man. People say, old people will come back like children.

Seeing his father Hafiz was sitting next to his wife. The two are not involved in the conversation instead seen each other silencing and glancing at each other and throwing away the view when meeting a view. Like a child struggling.

Mita moves her chin as a code to go and follow the others. Give time and space for both to be able to explore each other's hearts.

Now the time to harvest again, the area of the chili tree he left to see the others will be cleaned with Irham. While Yahya and Hafiz picking cucumber but while many ask because it has never been.

"This is picked?" hafiz asked Irham while showing the cucumber he was holding by moving to the right and to the left. Fortunately cucumber is not a baby can break his bones. Just weird.

"Yes." replied Irham.

"Ham is this yellowish yah, not taken?" it was Yahya's turn to ask.

"If it does not need to age old biarin again begged later the seeds are taken can make seeds." Yahya nodded.

"you know how there is melon also who nanam yah? Your deck is melon-sniffed?" the question to Irham who is head bobbing has a young boss but is senile.

"Wih big anyway.one two three.

"God willing, thank you, the deck has melon for my brother Deh Alhamdulillah" he continued with a happy smile.

"Any brother Mita himself who nanam but forgot how the hell?" lamented Irham.

"Cooking? How did I forget, when?" his forehead frowned deeply while recalling and then went back to look around.

"This is the name of the harvest party there is a crystal guava also has small fruit when wrapped in plastic so as not to be bitten by fruit flies! one two three four five.this is also me who nanam will more and more work because the branch of the guava tree can take a lot of space wide!" Mita scratched her confused head.

"Tomorrow I have wet cake pesenan, can-can keeteran nih!"

"Yellow so people do not use think that a lot of work confused fiuuuh. Allah wong urip kok sambat ae astaghfirullah.." with a long breath.

(Hard work wants to be rich. Allah is the Living One who complains constantly of astaghfirullah.).

After two hours finally finished and can bonus three ripe melons in the tree, can not wait to be split. Satisfied also saw the harvest today neatly lined up on the mat.

Jekrek..jekrek.taken from several positions ready to be offered through medsos as usual.

"Direct weighing and packing let me the anter do not need the service of the grab again neng uh kak because before me same grab people cook send from nine to two o'clock in the afternoon not nyampek goods hit nagging me." Not used to it so it's still often mispronounced. All this time it is for organic vegetable orders Mita asked Irham who handles all teach business to the child. Already looks fleshly talent dear if not developed. Who knows later he can have his own business and can raise the degree of his family.

"Who would care here if you stayed?" mita asked with a confused face. Irham smiled mischievously as she looked at the two men in front of her.

"They both should not be taken away from eating blind salary, beneficial to the maximum so that it is equally beneficial." intelligent, we nodded with a big smile.

"Eh busyeet ngatain people eat salary blind, at will." refuted Hafiz with bulging eyes that reciprocated tongue sticking out.

"So, don't take this brat without energy." mediate before the storm again the habit of being tom and Jerry they both, no one wants to budge.

"It's good that your idea is ok but you're not asking for extra pay, are you?" let it be equally clear to be humped first so that no one feels disadvantaged. Irham seemed to be weighing.

"Well you know the nganter goods themselves means use the new motorbike I was continuing to fill gasoline as well. Your working time will be a lot outside no longer take care of plants, how?" Irham took a deep breath.

"Yes I agree!" lazy answer.