Transmigration: The Promise of Echoes
CHAPTER 11 ~ Mulyanto, The Liaison ~

Lastri began to apply the work program created by Armen. Although not perfect, Armen can be said to be quite successful in making a rule of the game. The following agreement is the regulation between Lastri and prospective oil palm farmers whose crops are sold using the services of Lastri. 

Regardless of what others say, the business plan that Armen drew up was excellent. Not so embarrassing for a graduate degree in philosophy. A discipline of art answers a question by examining a question and questioning an answer. Moreover, Armen's previous work position was more in the legal and operational section of a public bank where he worked. 

Very visible reinforcement on the legal side in every business activity that will be done. Really protect Lastri from the parties who will later try to find opportunities from legal loopholes. So strict the rules that bind the garden owners to the palm fruit delivery service owned by Lastri.

This time Lastri did not direct his car to the factory line as usual. Lastri wants to try to market the palm oil plantation to a plant that Gianto informed three weeks ago. He was stopped by the traffic police. 

"Add the wind Ma'am!" Lastri said to a small workshop guard mother on the left side of the road.

"Where is Ma'am?"

"All of it is Mom!"

The mother smiled, listen to Lastri's request. He quickly turned on his compressor machine. It takes a lot of wind for a truck with four tires on the back. The available wind will not be enough to fill the six tires of the truck owned by the late Wasis.

"Motor Sir?"

"Yes!"

"What's broken sir?"

"Coupling! That's snelos!"

"Kampap clutch is already abis ma'am," interrupted the woman owner of the workshop.

"Can't go dong" said Lastri.

"Yes from that big gas, the road is not!"

"Yes Mom, my husband went to the market to help the Father!" 

"Well?" ask Lastri.

"Buy spare parts Mom! Do you get it or not in the market?"

"Where are you going?"

"You go to mini SMEs!"

"What's that?"

"The oil palm factory has a cooperative that just opened!"

"I want to go there too!"

"Will you send the fruit there?"

"Yes just wanted to try me," Lastri gave the blue shard money to the shop owner's mother.

"Or you come with this mother first!" The mother gave two pieces of medium fractional money as change.

"If you want to come, you can be a guide!" pastri replied, "as a friend too!"

"But my bike!"

"The motor may not be today, sir!" Sahut the woman with a distinctive Sumatra dialect. "depending on my husband can spare parts or not?"

"But I was likely there long?" Mulyanto already felt bad first.

"It's okay Mr. Mul, I'll wait!"

After being persuaded by the workshop owner, Mulyanto finally wanted to ride the Lastri truck. Mr. Mul, so he is commonly called. Working in cooperative service, small and medium enterprises, industry, and district-level trade. 

Mulyanto is in charge of checking the pilot project of Gapoktan's cooperative cooperation with the Agency for the Assessment and Application of Technology. A state institution in terms of research and technology. 

"You too, if you don't have time to fill the wind!" Lastri tried to open a conversation when heavy rain accompanied their trip.

"Why Ma'am?"

"If it has rained like this it is hard to see the stone and hollow roads!"

"Full water all right, ma'am?"

"Yes sir, don't know if there's a sharp rock!"

"That's why you had the wind?"

"Lit lightly! Ngirit tyre!" pastri replied, "oil too!"

Along the way Mulyanto praised the Wasis legacy truck. Both in terms of engine performance and comfort features for heavy vehicle types. Exactly the same when he first rose, seven months ago. 

Twenty years Mulyanto has served in the plantation area. He also plans to retire there. He has prepared for his retirement by planting oil palm. Mulyanto plants have just learned the fruit, or commonly called the sand fruit. 

"Yes, ma'am, you can't do it with sand!"

"Why?"

"Yes, ma'am, it takes three more harvests!"

"Dear right, sir?"

"Indeed still including plants have not produced!"

"Oh that?" Pastri started to understand.

"If the fruit that you bring is new steady," said Mulyanto, "definitely accepted!"

"Why Sir?"

"The yield is good!"

"meaning?"

"It's high in oil!"

"Couldn't you? What's feature?"

"The plant is ten years old usually!"

They arrived at the factory site in the rain. The factory is still very simple. Far from the impression of a large and modern factory. It still looks minimal activity there.

Lastri stopped his car right in the middle of the weighbridge. Before riding the weigh bridge, Mr. Mul has gone down first. He was welcomed by the cooperative management. From afar it can be seen how the managers of the young co-operatives appreciate Mulyanto so much.

The factory receives the results of the Lastri garden. However, due to rain the unloading process must be delayed. It is far from professional. But in terms of purchase price is quite competitive. Not much different from a big factory. 

"Bu Lastri would you like me to introduce him to his manager?"

"But Sir!"

"Rather than bengong himself here?

"It's okay, sir!" pastri replied, "later I hear Mr Mul's words?"

"It's okay Miss Lastri!"

"Mr, let me just wait here!"

"The manager is a woman!"

Mini mill is a new business entity owned by a joint cooperative and in the form of a mini-palm mill. And in it there are several combined groups of farmers who are also members of the cooperative. With the help of the government, through the cooperative service finally agreed to create a small-scale palm oil mill. 

The mini-factory had difficulties in the raw material of palm fruit. There is unsportsmanlike behavior of the members of the cooperative as well as from the combination of existing farmer groups. They do not fulfill their promises by selling their crops to other factories that have higher prices. Fluctuations in the price of fresh fruit bunches are the main reason.

What Lastri heard from their conversation, was very much in line with Mulyanto's talk along the way. Stories about data, facts, and the process of producing fresh fruit bunches are converted into CPO. That at the beginning of its establishment Mulyanto had an important role in the construction of a mini factory. Until now, it must also be involved in evaluating the plant closure process. 

Mulyanto got off right at the workshop where he put his motorbike earlier. It looks like the husband of the workshop owner's mother is serving motorcycles owned by the civil servant. Luckily, it didn't rain there. So that the motor mechanic as well as the owner of the workshop can go home quickly without many obstacles. 

Mulyanto expressed his gratitude for the help Lastri gave. Same with Lastri. He was also grateful to be given knowledge about palm oil. In addition to having been introduced to mini PKS managers. Lastri left the place immediately.

Lastri drove his truck faster than usual. He did not want to make Pure worried long wait. Although the distance is closer, but so much longer due to being held back can not be directly dismantled because of the rain. 

Sure enough Pure had been waiting for him in front of the house. Have been sitting on the front porch. Complete with the baby who is lying in a stroller.

"Tumben scares his way home?'

"It was raining to dismantle!"

"Tumben-tumbenan rain stopped working?' Purely a little incredulous.

"So Lastri sent to another factory ma'am!"

"So you went there?" Purely shaking the head looking at the recklessness of Lastri. 

"So Ma'am", Pastri replied, "this is the money!"

Lastri gave me the money in the brown cover. For the first time Lastri received payment in cash. Understandably the new Lastri first sent the fruit there, and Murni has not fully agreed if Lastri must move their crop selling place for the next.

While Pure counts the money, Lastri pulls the Gya stroller right in front of him. Gya's eyes looked clear black and seemed to emit light. It was clear that the treatment Pure gave to her child. Really first-class baby care.

Gya was so calm, and occasionally seemed to shake his hands and feet. Like playing with something invisible. Pure always said that something was her daughter's guardian angel. 

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