The Story About Us
Meet In Sawah

In the village where Parto lives, every morning many people are active in the rice fields. Some are looking for feed for their livestock, some are just looking at the results of farming, some are deliberately busy themselves by going to the rice fields every day, because they do not have other activities. The average worker is a farmer. Which requires them to often meet with green grass.

That morning Parto helped her father to find goat feed, a job she often did. Not ashamed of To? Why must be ashamed, the important thing is that he does not ngarit (look for grass) grass planted by other residents. Can abis in maki-maki people if Parto lakain it.

The sweat soaked the forehead and also the body of Parto, because it was a pretty blistering morning. The sun at 08:00 in the morning feels like 11:00 in the afternoon. Fortunately, Parto had completed her noble task. Stay home with a hunk. Sorry to stay home with a sack of grass for his father's pet goats.

His attention was distracted by a girl who was engrossed in selfies on the edge of the rice field.

Ngopo kae wong poto-poto nok kono less gawean men. (that's why people photos there are less work.)

Parto smiled because her object did not realize that she was being noticed. Keep smiling and stylish in front of the camera. But, not long ago the girl realized someone was watching her through the results of camera shots. He looked towards the man who when looking at him with his eyes immediately showed a smile.

"You! you tailed me, huh?" Shela asked walking closer to Parto. The shela? hooh who again snapped from earlier was miss c.

"Do you have a tail?" Parto asked back and immediately laughed to see Shela's face reddened.

"I mean, you're following me? I don't understand it!" Shela looked at Parto and saw Parto's motorcycle which was filled with a sack of grass.

"Hmm see what's on my bike? I just finished looking for grass.. Why do I follow you?" Parto was tired, she was sitting on the edge of the rice field without caring for Shela who was starting to poke.

"Who knows you want to bales me because yesterday you ran out of satay and want to make me wretch here!" Parto smiled at Shela's words. He mostly watches his cake horror movie.

"You think you were wrong last night?" Parto looked at Shela who was still standing upright like a flagpole beside her.

"I? what am I wrong?" Still in Shela's eyes he was always right.

"Lupain.." Parto stood up from where she sat. Walking towards his motorbike which he parked beside Shela stood up.

"You want to hit me?" Shela's eyes glared when she saw Parto turn on her bike.

"Yes, that's also if you don't want to step aside from there, girl face angel but his attitude is like nini kunti,"

Shela grunts annoyed. He felt that he had met Parto a lot lately. Anywhere, even now when he finished delivering birthday cake orders to the next village. He could have met Parto here! Why also Shela abis nganter cake even to the rice fields? Because I want to take a shortcut. The road he had been through earlier was very far away and took much longer.

Shela's HP reads, Her mother called.

Parto honks her motor horn. Tells Shela to let the girl step aside from the road she is about to walk. It was already noon, Parto did not want her father to worry because her pet goats lacked food.

"What's? it's a wide road. You can get through here, right?" Shela pointed to the side street.

"You don't ngarang.susehmu kui kui kui kalen nek me sing tibo ra problem, lha nek kowe sing njegur nok kono. dak yo koyo welut kowe. Ngamuk neh, nesu neh, mulo mangiro! (alongside you it's a trench if I fall no problem, lha if you are the one who splashed there. Pesti even kayak your eel. Get angry again, so get out there!)"

Shela wants to give up not Shela her name.

"If I get hit by your bike and get into this ditch, I'll have you responsible!"

"What do you want me to take responsibility for? I'm telling you, you step aside first. I want to pass. If I myself same motor passing in front of you, I'm sure without you need to tilt or move aside also must be the way enough. But if you nenggol sack behind this chicken seat, you pesti directly nyungsep there."

Parto knew it would be a long time. He got off his bike, walked over to Shela. Pulling Shela's hand to walk away from the place she was about to cross. The rice field road that had been used by Shela stood like a statue.

"Please! I can move out myself! The parto!! Lepasin, you are yes.Your hands are dry like that even hold me! Nularin germ knows not!" Shela did not want Parto to hold her hand. He had never met anyone like this Parto, who was just playing hold her hand. Even this was the second time Parto had done that.

"You can't call an older person wearing 'mas' or 'sister' in front of him! How old are you to call me by name?" Parto let go of his hand after he felt that Shela would not be hit by the bike, when he put forward his bike later.

"Why ask age? Why should I call you 'gold' or what was 'sister' hahaha, don't dream of you! Even you're very lucky because I want to call your mama!" Shela was shaking her lips.

Parto doesn't care. He got back on his bike and started the bike. He males noisily, every time he meets Shela there is something that makes them quarrel.

"Dek Shela.. later in the afternoon! I'll be at your house later this afternoon! wait for me, we'll settle this matter at your house later!"

Hearing Parto's words, Shela was shocked. He glared and fell silent so surprised. Not until Shela answered Parto's words, Parto had already passed away from before her. Leaving the annoyed him to the crown.

**This is the deck of Shela that is sok yes poto-poto on the edge of the gaeess rice field. His name is sakep mah poto where aja also looks emejing ya gaess😌

Oiya ni.. for all KTK readers I want ingetin to always press like yes, that's it below. The one with the thumb sign is ach. You know? Let Mas Parto pursue his soul mate, let the Shela deck rarely nagging, let the jonthornya othor his spirit of writing.. Give me that free support. Thanks for the**