SAWMILL
07.MBAK AGUSTINA
The old red motorbike made in 1987 is moving slowly into the forest.
Fortunately, the motor light is still rather bright, so anything in front with a distance of no more than ten meters will be visible even though it is not so clear.
From the start of my departure I did not stop thinking, it should be able to and must get used to passing through this forest, because my work is in this area.
During the journey the sounds of the night beasts in the forest sprang up, the sound was quite comforting as well so I could feel that I was not alone here.
But strangely the deeper into the forest the sounds were less and less, until when there was in the middle of the forest I did not hear the noise of night animals, which I sometimes heard only the sound of crickets.
Frankly, at a time like this I did not dare to speed on the middle of the forest, horrified also that suddenly this motorcycle tire leaked like when I was picked up by Mamad at that time.
Long journey through this forest, well maybe because the road is not so good, but did not feel the atmosphere of the forest began to decrease, the lights of the village road in front of the house was already visible.
“Alhamdulillah I can pass through this forest without any problem, now have to find the village hall, because the wartel said Mamad is next to the village hall”
“Ah there is a shop tent legs five chicken noodles, I better ask first where the village hall is and after I call the boss, I can eat chicken noodles that seem to rame once the buyer”
This old motorbike quark headed to a stall that sold chicken noodles, from some motorcycles parked there can be said to be chicken noodles favored by residents here, Hmm quite good for dinner later.
“Nuwun sewu mas, I want to ask, the village hall here where is mas?”
I asked the person who was boiling noodles to be processed with the spices in each bowl of the pot.
“Lho until who is mas, how to use the motor commonly used by Wandi and Mamad?” ask the seller while processing people's ordered chicken noodles
“My name is Agus mas, I replaced Mr. Wandi who had to stop at the wood cutting place it”
Glad someone finally answered like that, because it turns out this noodle seller is familiar with Mamad and Wandi
“Oalah hahaha, usually Mr. Wandi here after to wartel mas, uh sampean want to wartel kan mas. Sampean straight there will be a turn to the left, not far from there there is wartelnya mas” said the chicken noodle seller
“Ok mas, I go there first, later I come again to eat mas heheheh”
“iya mas, but what was the night until the phone, usually Wandi was to the wartel before maghrib mas, this was already at 19.45 mas.
“Ndak papa mas, so it's too late anyway have to phone mas” I said then I plugged the gas towards Wartel which is not far from the place of sale of chicken noodles
The wartel is not far from the place where chicken noodles are sold and fortunately at this hour it is still open, so I can immediately call the boss to report everything, which is there, all right, I'm asking for a budget for the purchase of wood and solar.
I parked this old motorbike in front of a wartel that happened to be guarded by a fashionable mother, because her brows were taper like a celurit, and his face was a bit reddish as a result of an unclear import whitening medicine.
In the wartel there are only five KBU (public speaking room) that only fit for one person inside. And luckily there was a small table inside that was enough to put a book and there was also a fan.
“Excuse me mom, I want to use the phone, which one can I use bu?” while I watched the figure of a busy woman by redrawing her eyebrows that were already quite taper
“Pakek number three mas” answer is short
I got into KBU number three, I opened this rather obsolete book and I dialed the boss's phone number. I explained everything that was my duty and there were several reports and requests for funds for solar purchases.
Then I instead called my boss friend to order solar according to Mamad's order written on the rather obsolete book.
I've already reported everything and also for the request for funds. As for Solar, it will be sent in two more days, because for tomorrow morning, he said there were no solar shipments.
Funds for operating expenses will be sent to the atm tomorrow morning, so I have to go to this village again to take the money in this village bank, fortunately here there is Atm, so I have to go to this village again, so I don't have to queue in front of the teller.
“Bu, sampun...., how much should I pay bu?”
“Lho until this new employee yes, usually the one here is wandi” said the guard's mother who saw the butut motor parked in front of the wartel
“Iya ma'am, I am Agus who replaced Pak Wandi”
“Ih how the mas wandi, go kok ndak bamit-pamit sih” middle-aged mother while standing from her seat and approached me
“Who are you?” he asked with a strange smile
“Buseeeet, skirt her really short.jangkreeek!” my mind while glancing at his fairly smooth legs
“My name is Agus ibuu heheheh, Iha whose mother's name is ma'am, let's be nice I call her bu”
“Aduuuh our name is the same yes mas, my name is Agustina, but just call it mbak Tina mas. Yuk stopped by first drinking tea mas Agus” bu Tina with leisure will take my hand
“Hmm next time mbak Tina, because it's already the night mbak, I'm less brave if I have to go through the forest that night gini mbak”
I replied while taking off the arm with her quite hard as well, my mind instantly floated everywhere as I felt a squeeze of Tina's hand,
“Ya already mas Agus, next time we drink tea yes, hhmmm yes already for the interlocal cost is only five thousand rupiah mas”
After paying the phone fee, immediately I leave here, hihihi somewhat how the same mbak Tina, maybe if not strong faith can be invited to drink tea in his house.
Let this motorbike go to chicken noodles, frankly this stomach can not be compromised anymore. fortunately the chicken noodle stall at this hour has not closed.
Fortunately visitors to this chicken noodle is deserted, there is only one motorbike parked here, and it turns out there is a young pair of mudi who are enjoying this chicken noodle
“Mas make a large portion of chicken noodles yes mas heheheh” while I sit on the long bench that is here.
“Wah really fast its interlocal mas, if Mr. Wandi anyway can one hour there mas hihihihi”
“Iya mas, it's just a report. Mosok hek pak Wandi can be there for up to an hour, is it possible that Mr. Wandi is chatting at length with his boss mas”
“Hehehehe scrambled mas, call him just a moment, the old one drank the same tea mbak Tina, rondo semlohai who left her husband to be TKI in Saudi mas”
“Ah mosok iyo se mas, mosok pak Wandi kui doyan sing ngono kui mas. Wong worship pak Wandi kui you know banter mas, batuke there will be black-and-black mas” I said while provoking deeper speech heheheh
“Hahahahah who ndak be at home is next to him mbak Tina mas, must be hot adem lah”
Wah Pak Wandi turned out to be not strong faith also when faced with mbak Tina hihihi, but fortunately I was able to refuse to invite him to drink tea.