Tiger Vs Miss Kitty
The Sage of the Son of Sholeh

Farhan and Brian could only resign when the car that took them to somewhere out of nowhere was gone. Then they threw sharp glances at Tiger who could still relax.

"Tiger, explain this! You said, we're going on vacation, and there's going to be a lot of pretty girls. But where?" farhan protested with a loud voice.

"Yes, right. There are even we will stay at a haunted house like this," added Brian who is also no less upset.

Tiger pressed his index finger to his lips. As a sign that his two friends did not raise their voices.

Tiger looked towards the house and also around. Make sure no one is around them.

Then, Tiger advanced one step closer to Farhan and Brian. He ruffled his waist like a boss to two of his friends.

"You two are my best friends or not, huh? If so, accompany me here. Until my sentence ends."

Both Farhan and Brian frowned at Tiger's explanation. Especially when they heard the word punishment, making the two of them immediately able to deduce what had happened.

"Punishment? You mean, you're being punished for staying here?" ask Farhan.

Tiger nodded in response.

"So we're told to keep you here?" brian asked with a smirk on his lips. "Ogah ah's. Mending's running away."

One second later, Brian immediately turned his body and was about to run towards the quiet street in front of the house. However, unfortunately, Tiger's hand first grabbed the back of Brian's collar.

So that man can only run in place.

"Can't do it" Tiger said. "Are you loyal friends? Anyway yeah? On the positive side, we can refresh the mind in this village. We can find a new girl, we can leave a moment of our busyness in the city. Aye right?"

Farhan sighed. His body was very tired and clingy with sweat. Not to mention the journey in the car that takes half a day to make his stomach protest asking to be filled.

Farhan agrees to Tiger's request. After all, according to Farhan, it was getting dark and he did not know what village they were in.

Perhaps on another occasion, Farhan could go home alone without Tiger's knowledge. That was Farhan's thought.

"Yes, it's been. We go in yuk. Anyway, if May's coming home how?" said Farhan who pulled Brian's arm across the yard.

The three of them walked up to the entrance. For a moment they looked at each other. 

Then, doubtfully, Tiger knocked on the faded brown wooden door. 

It didn't take long, the sound of the door opening. Making the bodies of the three young men from the city instantaneously pecked as it felt a gripping aura.

The dim light of twilight makes them unable to see clearly the face of the owner of the house. Especially from inside the house the lighting of the lamp also feels less.

Until the door was half opened, and they saw a man, perhaps fifty years old, with gray hair and crackles.

The man observed the three men who were his guests from the bottom all the way up. His forehead seemed to shrivel up to several folds and then looked at his third face with a astonished face.

"Sorry, is this Mr Mansur's house?" tiger asked slowly.

The man muttered with a sharp look at Tiger. Then he said, "You must be Tiger, the son of Lord Eagle, right?"

Tiger smiled broadly, as the man knew his identity. Tiger did not bother to introduce himself.

"Rubber, sir."

"Then please come in!" Mr. Mansur glanced at Farhan and Brian. "But wait a minute! Who are you two?"

"We're Tiger's friend, sir. My name is Farhan. Taken from the names of my father and mother," said Farhan with great hospitality. "My father's name is Farel, his mother's name is Hani. Merged into Farhan."

"I'm Brian, sir," Brian replied as he tried to smile kindly.

"I'm not your name. But you're ready Tiger?"

"Ooh, I'm his friend too, sir. You're here to take Tiger on vacation."

Mr. Mansur shook his hand, hinting that the three of them would go into the house that was not too much furniture. 

In the living room section, there are only four rattan chairs and a wooden table. Fi one corner, lying radio on top of a small closet.

Tiger looked around and realized that Mr. Mansur's house had only two rooms.

Then Mr. Mansur pointed to one of the rooms closest to the kitchen. 

"Well, you're sleeping in that room. Don't hesitate! Think of it like your own home."

"Thank you, sir," said Farhan who then ran straight into the room.

In the follow-up also Brian and Tiger who are also racing to first enter the room. No warning if they go into the room. Because, the three of them were very tired and wanted to lay down their bodies.

However, as soon as they entered, they gawked at the clashing room. The sheets were not fixed in place, so were pillows and thick dust covered around every corner.

Then Tiger turned his body to face back oada Pak Mansur.

"Sir, why is our room in such a mess?"

"Certain why? You guys just clean up. What's difficult?" Mr. Mansur said casually as he sat on a chair and sipped his coffee cup.

"But we're guests, sir," Brian protested.

Mr. Mansur turned to three young men of the city who he believed during his life always spoiled.

"I told you, think of it as your own home. If your own house is a mess, yes stay cleaned up. I mean, if you're at home?"

Tiger ruffled his waist by exhaling an annoyed breath. "No, Sir. We always order our maid "

"But unfortunately there are no servants. Have your own room cleaned up. If you don't want to, you can sleep in the chicken coop."

Inevitably, Tiger can only sigh and surrender with the orders of Mr. Mansur. He was well aware that the main reason he was sent to Pak Mansur was so that but sa lived independently.

And now Tiger has to do everything alone. Even so, Tiger was not so worried because, he came with his two best friends that he could make babu.

"Hi, you two, clean up this room! I'll go outside for a minute." Tiger ordered that immediately dart away.

"Where are you going, Ger?" Brian shouted but Tiger kept walking without answering a word.

Tiger came out through the back door of the house in the kitchen. Once out, Tiger directly in the green rice fields and a hill towering in the distance there. 

Making anyone who confronted him would be stunned. Tiger's face turned radiant. 

Tired because all day disappeared magically. A spray of orange in the afternoon sky also adds to the beautiful view of the small village.

Tiger's footsteps brought him to the riverbank and there he heard the voice of the woman chatting merrily.

Out of curiosity, Tiger also grabbed the weed grass in front of him. And Tiger's eyeballs faded when he saw a group of girls bathing in the river.

Tiger smiled as he muttered, "Rezeki son of sholeh."