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This is a site whereby I will bring forth some great build up ideas that I have been working on this title for sometime. I have decided to add it into the Internet in a hope of giving the assistance to new writers and the changes in writing a first novel that I should have made.This is an example of a novel that should have been published but did not, and the reasons are many. The novel begins in chapter 4, but actually it could be chapter 1 or the opening chapter. Later on I will give the advices and suggestions to the making of a novel and thus helping those who needed a good first hand help, In the meantime do read on...
Chapter 4. (or Chapter 1)
"I love roses," said Alfred, "the more.. the merrier. Good Eden, we could increase the price once the demand is great. And now that the garden have really shown its worthy blooming things."
Alfred and Michael were walking in the rose garden. There, workers prunning the plants, of various varieties in that afternoon. The sweet smells of the scenes were truly enchanting.
" I do think you are correct...we should increase the prices as well as the products to be sold you brought to Singapore. These roses are truly much more larger than, than those they have seen. It is the new technique I have developed with the mixtures of fertilizers, utilizing the soil mixtures.. They would be delighted to know we have orchirds for them too!"
"Really!" exclaimed Alfred as they walked back to enter the house after spending almost two hours in the garden.
"Please Alfred, this time around, make sure you have all the informations correct. We don't want to get all mixed-up with that of other prices."
Alfred straightened himself. "I'll give the news to the R.A.F. and the Millitary personnels as soon as the time is right."
"Have you seen the new plots over the lowland at Dagu hill? Quarter of an acre of it, groomed for orchirds alone! Orchirds are much more profitable -- they are the classical flowers that everyone love to have."Micahael still wondering if Alfred would suggest other material values that he found unsatisfactory. There was none.
The workers are still planting the new hybrids, and Alfred could not see them as he viewed from the window of their home at that far distance. "What about your own project. The reality is that you have spent so much time and effort without any good suggestive locations for the Botanic Garden," said Alfred.
"To answer truthfully, I have drafted a suitable spot and part of the forest land... but I found that the forest here are too dense and that it will require enormous capital! Five acres at least for a start.And then the next phases."
"I think I have an idea that will cut some cost to a minimum. Why don't you begin on the downslopes of the hills which are less denser than the low-lying and water logged jungles? There will be less undergrowth and unwanted
trees." Alfred felt exuberant with his ideas. "You will need less tons of weed-killers, and the new motored chained-saws that I once saw in Singapore really could do the fast tricks."
Michael thought to ponder for a moment, and then said; "I think you are absolutely correct... at that. And I think the chained-saws would do the fastest job.I have seen them in some magazines that our Aussie's friends gave us six months ago. I think we should asked them to bring in some here. It would be a good idea if, if we bought them from Darwin, that is if the price is right. And the weed-killers."
The old house-maid brought them a tea-tray, leaving it on the table and left the living room. The hour was three p.m.
"I have made various notes on the number of plant lives on this island.And there are thousand of genus to be found. Some are rare," said Michael and saton the sofa to take a bite of the cake and finished off his tea..
"I'd never realized there are so many of them good trees here.But one thing for sure... I do hope you could plant some fruit trees, especially bananas -- the Hawaian class-1. And some durians or pineapples."Alfred looking very bright with his ideas.
"I would have to work out the cost of all of it," said Michael and finished off his cake with Alfred looking on still standing.
" Well I'm off now, going fishing at the river-creek with Happy and Magic. If you want me you know where to find me,"said Alfred.
Michael watched Alfred treaded out. He still wondered at this marvelous man, who seemed more and more intense with his proposal. He wondered if Peter Vilch would be worried about his delay to send him news back at Cambridge University of his developement. It was almost three months since he last wrote him. And that he thought Peter would not hesitate to slow down the fundings if, he had not progressed well enough.Or late.Nevertheless part of the first grant of five-hundred-thousand pounds were not wasted away as he had only used up roughly a small portion. And that with Alfred's help they have accumulated some good, wholesome profits from their own source of income. But the letter comes first and tonight he would write one to Peter. Alfred would sail to Singapore in three days times. He also thought of sending one congratulary letter to Lincoln MacKayes for his contribution to the Rasah Island.And the balance of payment he had promise Lincoln.
Michael remembered how Alfred love to see this island prosper.How much Alfred would make him turned the tides with a good trickery motive.That was why, he remembered the two thousand pounds given to him a year ago for the purchase of this island was a decoy to repay back the time he was saved by Happy and Magic. Maybe Victoria was correct ---when she said she found " Alfred to be a bit croony, that Alfred would swindle Michael out with his trickery." Nonetheless everything is turning to his favours -- the ends did justify the means.There will be a pot of gold at every end of a rainbow, or a silver lining in every cloud if one trully search for it.
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"I'm sorry," said Alfred a long time ago one day during the end of the hot season. "Your two-thousand pounds has been used-up to buy these poor islanders a new fishing boat! But you still have been given a good bargain... with the chief here. For -- they would love to hear from you about your good donation.-- And that every thing you wish for from them will be given an open-hearted welcome." That was how Alfred recommended him for all the favours Michael was supposed to have done to the islanders. He was very annoyed with Alfred at first, but his temper quietly cool down when Alfred said; " The chief, Larut Sohe wish to have an audience with you, now. This moment!"
They had an audience with the elders at Larut's that same day. He was asked what favours he had wished to convey. But he truthfully said instead; "My intention of coming here is to purchase a piece of land, roughly a hundred acres, and for a good cause."
"And what would that be ?" asked Larut Sohe with his first warm smile to Michael.
"Yes, we want to know for what purpose of measure of used for our land?" asked the thin-man with oval-face by the name of Neng Subari.
"Perhaps you have never heard a place that we called a Botanic Garden," said Michael.
"A Botanic Garden? Is it another business venture that Alfred will be carrying out for us?" asked Elong Subari, the plump-faced one.
"It is more than a business venture or anything else that you have ever heard... It is a place, a large garden where we keep special trees in a serial plots of land and that required a good hand and money to upkeep them, to protect them." Michael said exclusively hoping that they would understand and to agree. "I wish to buy a hundred acres of your best plot of land with all the price you could offer."
They all looked at each other with perplexed eagerness. "Well..." said Larut, "we have to make our own discussions, Michael. And that would take about...a week or so. I do hope that you will have a nice weekend here as our guest. You are staying with Alfred, are you not ?"
"Yes I am . But I do hope everything will come out all to your favours."
"We will see about that," said Larut hurriedly.
It was very quick when the decision was made. Michael was called upon for their answer. The six elderly men consisting of Larut Sohe --the chief, Neng and Elong Subari -- the two brothers who owned twelve provision shops, Gambir, the head fisherman of the island, Iko---the vegetable trader, Tawi, and Raden Jasman, their religious leader.
"We have our long discussions and for many nights," said Larut opening the meeting.. "We have come to a conclusion that --- we could not offer you the hundred acres of land that you want to buy!"
Michael was totally stunned by the declining answer he did not expect to get. He felt he could not breathe the air at that moment of such inconclusive answer.
"But,"continued Larut, "we have also come to a very decisive, agreeable solution...that is if you accept this offer, we will give all the support to assist you."
"I'm not sure I understand what you mean by that offer or support," said the bewildered Michael.
"Well...if you agree to our proposal, we will lease-out the land for the...the garden you wish for --- about fifty acres!You can choose any plot that is suitable and uninhabited, even the north island. We offer you this with good faith, that you have to pay us two-thousand dollars in Straits currency...each year. If you accept this offer, we will also want you to develope this island which was agreed by Alfred beforehand --- that is if you accept.Do you accept our offer?" They were all watching for Michael's reaction.
Michael wanted to ask Alfred if he had promised them such of the supposed prerequisite agreement for his behalf, but declined in favour of this one opportunity he could have. He believed then, that whateverAlfred had promoised to them, must be his own way of persuasion ---
"Yes, I accept your offer and your terms..." answered Michael looking jubilant but a litlle puzzled.
"Then the offer is yours to have as long as you wish to have it,"said Larut while the others nodded their heads with graved-satisfaction.
"And about the agreement.---We have to write it all out and each of us should hold to the said papers with good faith,"said Gambbir.
"You do all the writing Mishael and start tonight with my typewriter.Later you can have all their individual signatures,"suggested Alfred, looking very friendly.
"Then we all agreed on that term then!" said the exuberant old Larut. And rest nodded in agreement. They shook hands with Michael and then Alfred and dinner was duelly served soon after.
It was a simple, easy process of agreement made, and Michael was feeling the pride of the accomplishment that any successful man in every part of this planet would be proud to have. The lease on the fifty acres of land to him could last a lifetime or till in the future and generations after him. And they would all be benefited from it.
There were numerous trips to Singapore which he had in mind. He thought of procuring the structural ideas from the Singapore Botanic Gardens which he had frequented often, and had a few acquintances with staffs there.Mrs Williamson the secretary and librarian was one of them. And also Professor Ernest Tham.
The foundation structure at the gallery there were too numerously informative.He had to personally do the biddng of buying seeds and young plants to supplement the garden.Or he could just tried out whatever he found in his research here and that if sufficient he would have to forgo anything else. But to depend on Alfred entirely would be a mistake, for Alfred do not have the required knowledge. But the thought of landing in Singapore boils him, firstly because he did not wish to meet anyone familiar, or the old scar with his aunt would ripen again.Not that he trully hated her, or he would be send back to the old stuffy place in the Daily Journal.Forgiveness could easily be done when he wished for.All he had to say to Victoria, he was trully sorry, and that he regreted the things he had done. But it was not like that at all.
All of his life he did not bother much about food or clothings that the young man of his age in the early nineteen-forties should acquire. For the truth is, he needed a sense of belonging, a touch of love more often and the pride of achieving his dream to materialize.In London once he had a woman acquintance, so charming as she was to his eyes. But something just did not work out between them.And then his parents who had to be transferred to the hospital further up north of England left him with Victoria for the rest of his adolescent.Victoria had groomed him up to be a gentleman, always bothered about his looks, and clothes or food he ate. Trying to be more than the man like Michael could take.Nonethless they have been able to live together as a family of a sort. Victoria's late husband had left her a huge inheritance in stocks and bonds. And of course the Daily Journal Newspapers in Singapore.
When it was time for her to take control of the lots from her late husband she humbly begged Stephanie to allow Michael to be with her as she herself did not have a child of her own. When Michael completed his University degree in Botany, he was shuffled through hurriedly to Singapore in case Michael would decide to follow up his own course of career.For in Singapore there could befound the same leisured times as in London, she had told Michael.
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There are more than a hundred inhabitants in the deep jungle on the Rasah island---the remnants of the early natives they called the 'orang dalam' before the influx of a new immigrants from Palembang on the island of Sumatra,who had followed the ousted king of the last Sri Vijaya Dynasty --- Parameswara, the founder of Malacca and had wish to remain on the Rasah Island for they could find peace and plenty of games for themselves and their childr
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