Love Needs Debt
Boss Vegetables

Boss Vegetables

Gani arrives early at the vegetable post where she starts her new job. In the end he decided to settle in the village, at the insistence of his mother and sister and brother-in-law. Begin the intention to work at the same time filial to mother and please her heart.

Seeing that one of his parents was happy, he was also happy. There was no other good he could do as a child. Moreover, he was not a person with abundant treasures, of course he could make old people happy with treasures. But, at least .. he did not make the mother's heart restless alone was enough.

“Oh, so you're Gani, yes?” said Joko, the chief officer who is more or less the same age as Anwar, he is believed to take care of everything in that place.

“Iya, Mas!” sahut Gani while extending his hand to shake hands with Joko.

“Yes! Yesterday Juragan and Bu Usfi also said that there is an additional plan to take care of vegetables.” Joko said again, approaching a desk. He called the word plan, for the term friend who will help work.

“Sini, you sign here every come, make a hiatus!” he said again while thrusting the ledger and pen at Gani.

“Oh, there are also absences anyway, like employees only!” Gani performs Joko's request, writing his own name in the book.

“Loh, what's the name if not an employee, you want to be called a slave? Don't want tho? Basically we are this, although the worker .. his name is still an employee, as long as he said gawe, from the Javanese language, means work. So, all those who work are employees, people who work. Unless he's unemployed he won't be called an employee, will he?” Joko said at length with the typical accent of his tribe.

After that, Joko shows Gani's work, packing round green eggplant. Gani should put some eggplant on white mica paper, weigh one ounce, and then cover with transparent elastic plastic, which serves to hold as well as wrapping.

Such packaging is usually used specifically for organic vegetables that will be sent to various large supermarkets, with different prices and quality.

The place has changed a lot, not the same as when my mother was still working, wider and more vegetables are packed.

The building where he worked was a pole and a roof without walls and other coverings. Only in some parts are built complete with walls, such as ablution, prayer room, bathroom, and room for the boss to rest.

There are only two work desks, for the boss and also for Joko, everything is open, between the boss and employees can see each other, there is no formal atmosphere there.

In addition, the postal area is directly integrated with the vegetable garden as far as the eye can see. The fence is a wall only for the barrier between the highway, land belonging to Anwar and land belonging to others.

Once the place was not as wide as it is now, Anwar only had a piece of land and started a business sending vegetables to the city done only by himself, and the car was still rented. Then, he uses the profits to buy more vegetables, rent a car again, and invite Joko to work together.

So on he fought for years from when he was a teenager, following in the footsteps of his farmer father. His father did not sell his vegetable garden in the village, but directly sent to the mother market in the city at a more expensive price.

Little by little he used the multiplied profits to buy land and grow vegetables again, as a result, the profits were much greater because of the results of his own garden, he did not have to buy vegetables from other farmers.

However, demand for vegetables comes from many places, including some supermarkets that stand like mushrooms in the rainy season, in big cities. And to fulfill that, he has now started working with farmers who are developing ways to grow organic crops.

His efforts are now getting bigger just by relying on vegetables. Of course Anwar was getting richer, so, naturally, he had a wife of two.

Gani worked with several middle-aged women and the men mostly ate vegetables from or to the truck. Everyone seems busy with their duties.

Gani thinks about life in the middle of his work, while looking around him, how the struggle of a person will not be wrong with the results, after passing various obstacles that are not for a moment.

“Why Bang Gani daydreaming!” said Minan Len, he is a Lampung who also works there.

“Iya!” bu Min said he was Jakarta. Many more people work there and already know who Gani is. In addition to these two people, there is also Mr. Levi, Manado, and Teh Ela who are native to Sunda.

They work packing as well, although the vegetables are different. Not just eggplants, there are chickpeas, broccoli, peeled petai, jengkol and tomatoes. In addition, other vegetables do not need to be packed with mica and plastic.

“Ah, no daydreaming, Mom!” answer Gani.

“Where to Bang, all this time?”

“There is a city, Bu.”

“I thought you left because of marriage, but why, did Mak Ami not visit us?”

Gani just smiled.

There are still many more talk of the planners who are around Gani, but Gani only responds as necessary.

Suddenly, Gani's gaze was fixed on a Corolla Altis sedan car that stopped near a truck, there where several cars of large and small trucks parked neatly.

‘Why did the Scout use his car the Oon?’ inner Gani.

But how astonished he was when he saw the person who got down from the car was not Anwar but Usfi. He was thinking negatively and was upset earlier because he would see the man all day during work, but, for the sake of seeing Usfi who was now sitting at the work desk, suddenly his heart was slightly comforted.

“This, Mom! Goods today that came!” Joko gave a report while proffering some invoices.

Then several men approached to report to each other, the drivers asked for signatures for the road letter, which would be taken to the village chief and to the local police station, the farmers who sent vegetables, and the local police, waiting for payment.

Gani saw all that busyness today. The vegetable boss did not look at his other employees at all, he was busy checking invoices, paying, farmers, and making road letters for truck drivers.

After a few cars left, then he relaxed a little, because his job was to put notes into the ledger. All he did himself.

Joko who is busy to get there to here to arrange employees, or control the incoming goods as well as outgoing goods. Such busyness, starting at noon, and delivery of goods will usually be completed until night. So, in the morning, the goods arrived at the city market, fresh.

“Kok is not a Juragan the Boss?” gani muttered softly, but still could hear Minan Len sitting right next to her peeling the petai.

“Lah, who did you say? Mr Anwar? He never came here, Bang! Bu Usfi His boss, not him!”

The words of the fat woman, making Gani's chest suddenly tight.

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