The Father Boy
ALA293'S CHAT. Work complexity
"Later WA is a unit hour, he just came home from college. Let's have a good chat later, if I'm home, I'll have you home." Even if I believe in Hema, but I want to keep my wife.
Worried about the case of Ken and Aunt Novi, papa Ghifar's ex-wife. Flowers are beautiful, Hema certainly knows herself not to cheat. I also believe in Nahda, if her faith is not that weak. But how knows the demons beat their wits all.
"OK ready, Bang." Hema smiled broadly.
"I'm going to the ginger house, you want to come?" Just a small talk, actually I want to say goodbye but not good to Hema.
"No, Bang. I'm gonna have a chat here first, Bang. Being allowed to borrow one hectare of land with Gavin's uncle, he said, so I want to add insight first."
Usually the land that is borrowed is new land purchased. Once the habits of uncle Gavin, he is smart not to cultivate raw land because it is a little difficult and long. Unlike the land of former fields something, not so complicated and does not require extra patience. Raw soil is usually dry and full of weeds, so just imagine the patience we have to try.
Just like the land that became my man's field, before it was long unkempt and a lot of weeds. I seem to have to discuss with Uncle Gavin, so that the land he lent me could be bought by me. Nahda spirit, so that we have many fields.
"Died up, huh, Hem?" I got up and patted Hema's shoulder with a passing go.
"Yes, Bang. Ati-ati, Bang." Hema nodded and moved to sit where I was sitting earlier.
Ginger house has been produced smoothly, only the marketing is less. If there was still Dinda's grandmother, I would have forced her to market on her social media. Furthermore, his descendants were no one as famous as him. His expertise in the field of literacy, not continued by anyone. None of us are leaning in that direction, or even famous for posting aesthetic foods like Dinda's grandmother.
We are busy with the real world, our happy day we never even put into social media. I haven't even uploaded any of our wedding photos to social media. Never mind uploading, opening it is rare. I'm tired of work, at home I'm happy with Nahda. It does not seem to have time to play the phone, open the laptop was bothered with the report that went into the email.
Impossible, right? But a lot of people are like me, most of my family are like that.
"Take it to his wife, Bang. Offer to the campus. Or at least, we embrace artists who usually endorse products. This month has been registered to the POM agency, still waiting for the queue, Bang. I mean, while waiting in line, how do you know how to improve the market. Selling in the cake shopping application is less, people do not understand this herb is just a regular body warming drink. That's my advice anyway, Bang."
Frankly I was daydreaming. Evolving indeed, at the level of hundreds of orders of the product. But it is less well known, even neighbors do not want to consume on the grounds there is nothing on television.
Pay the manager is expensive, the list of POM bodies certainly needs extra effort. But income is less, production funds are always bailed out and covered first because income is not proportional to income.
"How often do you pay artists?" I've never paid an artist for endorsements like this.
"Lacking the idea, Bang. But I can find the information first. For example, to be brought to the Brazilian market, the product must be safe and licensed first. Yeah kind of passed this and that test."
I mustered. "Yes, find the information first. I will ask the family, maybe someone understands the endorsement as well."
Not just brewed drinks. So far, even this small production house has been able to make soft candy with ginger taste and hard candy with ginger taste as well.
"Ready, Bang. But yes please look and look first, Bang. Maybe you really want to know the direction of money where to go." The confidant father put here, gave me a book like an accounting boy.
"Is there a soft file?" I am lazy with books.
Sorry, grandma. I do not love at all with books, even college I bring a laptop or some kind of notebook.
Pleased with those fathers, because they consider important work and move quickly attach importance to superiors.
"I'll look around first, okay?" I stepped slowly, watching the working women workers.
They are in droves wanting to become laborers, whether they are young or old. Because they understand, here they must get the basic food rations every month.
But those who are accepted to work here are mostly middle-aged widows whose stamina is still awake, the calculations help their economy. Children who graduate school, especially women. Here many continue to the level of college education, here are many scholarship pathways, people can not afford to take higher education.
But the smell of boys who graduated from school here, many of them are even interested in becoming farm laborers. The point is to work immediately, even though they also get the same rights as girls. Scholarships that memorize the Qur'an are not for girls only, boys are the same.
Some girls who do not want to continue their education, they work a lot to become shopkeepers in the market, or home counters, many also sell. Here many traders, people here love to trade.
Actually the product does not settle as well, but the process takes time. So the finished product is only a few, the product it is processed is no less.
Does everything have to be machine? But the capital must be even bigger. While manual energy alone, expenditure is still felt. I remembered what I said to Nahda, about the endless difference in spending to cook tempe orek and chicken quarter.
My head is so tired, I have to divide this piece. Every effort has a problem, I really feel the hassle of being a father. It's fitting that dad was very angry, it turns out that he was out of the house.
It was time to pick up Nahda, by chance my sisters were picked up by a private driver. I plan to eat out, because Nahda hasn't had time to cook this morning. Poor when he came home from college, he was immediately asked to cook.
"Bang, the tip of my chest is an annoying itch from earlier. But just the right one, until I checked in the bathroom was afraid there was an ant." Nahda rubbed her right chest from outside her shirt.
"Don't, Deck. Can be scuffed later dong. Why do you usually?" I don't understand women's body alarms.
"The sucker of his cake." He glanced seductively at me.
I held back a laugh and just shook my head.
"No idea why, Bang. Often this way, usually it subsides on its own. But it's disturbing." He pulled the needle from his hijab.
"Ask mom later." I want to share my hassle too.
"Often, he says it's okay to disappear on his own. How does Brother work?"
Wow, what a coincidence he asked.
I took a deep breath, then……
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