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035 The Fruit Harvest
Author: KaJiKaRin 02
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Bejo’s response shot back instantly, like a soldier receiving orders from his commanding officer.

Jaka quickened his pace toward the backyard orchard, stifling a laugh. Behind him, Bejo’s stuttering attempts to explain himself echoed through the house.

Every so often, Susi would interject with a soft, gentle tone that somehow only made her husband's explanation sound even more hopeless.

Jaka could only shake his head.

They were a humble family. Their house wasn’t large, their furniture was mod
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    But the peace didn't last.As Jaka and Susi walked down the side street of the market toward where they parked the cargo trike, three burly men emerged from an empty stall. They moved without any rush, yet deliberately positioned themselves to block the path.Jaka stopped in his tracks.All three were massive, their dark skin baked by the sun, with tattoos snaking up their arms and necks. One wore a tight black T-shirt that showed off his broad shoulders. Another chewed on a toothpick, a crooked smirk on his face. The third hung back slightly, his eyes sweeping over Jaka and Susi like a predator sizing up his prey.The atmosphere shifted instantly.A few busy vendors glanced their way, but no one approached. The market crowd knew this kind of trouble. They saw, they heard, and they pretended not to notice to save their own skin.Jaka narrowed his eyes.Behind him, Susi immediately tensed. She grabbed the hem of Jaka's shirt and took a half-step back, using her son as a shield. Her b

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