Beautiful Guards
Explanation

Sitting in the living room, Zaky snorted in annoyance as he watched his sister continue to cling to Milea while he was ignored. Even with Haikal, he felt annoyed when he saw Nala was more fun playing with Milea and Suci ketibang want to serve his talk.

It is not willing, people if you talk about the luggage want to nampol! Such was the content of Nala's careless duck seeing Haikal pout.

"What class is the Holy One now?" Tanya Nala looked at the anxious girl who was eating chocolate while sitting her henchmen on Milea's lap.

"Udah 3rd class sis." He answered without looking at Nala. His current focus was only on a bar of chocolate that he had almost finished eating.

"Wahh is big dong you. Don't you know the same guy at your school?" Tempta Nala was increasingly asking unreasonable things to the 9-year-old boy. While 'kan Milea appears to put a flat face with a profession as a listener.

"There was. He is passionate, very fond of narik narik tip veil Suci if you are learning again. Diomelin he even ngadu with the teacher, so 'the Holy who got angry with his teacher, when Suci is not wrong what," gerutu Suci began to tell the spirit of his school period which was always disturbed by classmates who were too ignorant, aka Bengklek bin bengek.

"Whahahaa this soul mate sign," Nala's laughter instantly broke out hearing him. He remembered his childhood friend, how is he now? Ah, he forgot. His childhood friend died after the incident. Remembering that Nala instantly misses her childhood best friend, who was her first love. Especially when they make silly promises that will never be possible.

At that time, in a beautiful lake and deserted. Two other children of different age were sitting together under a tree while leaning on its trunk while looking at the vast expanse of a lake that was grown by several lotuses.

"Lala, if I grow up later I want to apply for you," said a boy named Ikal.

Lala who was leaning on Ikal's shoulder just glanced at him at a glance, then re-directed the view of the lake's emptiness. "Got ah! I like boong, Lala doesn't want to! Intar pas gedenya Ikal even nyantol ama another girl again," grumbled Lala ripped annoyed.

"I don't lie to Lala. If it's big later, Ikal promise Lala's wedding and make Lala the only Ikal's wife." The curls really. He grabbed Lala's hand and grasped it tightly.

"Really?"

"Yes!"

"Where is the evidence?"

"Wait a minute!" Lala silently watched Ikal who went to her bicycle and returned with two pots containing sunflowers.

"This is proof!" Ikal handed over two pots containing sunflowers.

"flower? Could flowers be proof?" Lala asked to take a pot of flowers.

"Yes. Come with the curls!" Lala resigned as her hand was pulled Ikal towards a fairly fertile field. Lala noticed every movement of the curls that looked to dredge the ground like a cat. When it felt deep enough, he took the soil and the flower out of the pot.

"This is the decketan la!" Lala is approaching her friend. The curls swiftly pulled Lala's hand to hold the flower land next to her, while next to her again she held it.

"Let's plant the same!" Haikal said the same way they planted the flower into the ground.

"Emang what does this have to do with the sunflower plant the same proof of its promise Ikal?" Wonder Lala but still obey Haikal's orders.

"There was. This flower is like you with my heart. Same beautiful and shining. This flower will be a proof, as long as he is alive, then as long as Ikal will still like Lala," he explained smiling sweetly.

"And as long as this flower is alive, Lala will wait for the curls." Timpal the little girl returned a smile.

Plaques

"Awh"

"Don't teach a child that doesn't!" Omel Milea with her flat look. Buyar already Nala's mind is nostalgic, replaced with a face of sinless grin.

"Yes my beloved mamak, forgive me," Milea stared flatly at the behavior of her increasingly finished best friend. Not what, he was afraid to slit the throat of people's children.

"Here please drink," Maulida came from the kitchen carrying a tray containing drinks and other snacks for guests and their children.

"Thank you aunt." Nala and Milea smiled politely at the woman who was now three heads old.

"Ahhhh bubu airing, you know how to get thirsty again," style style lebai, Haikal grabbed a glass filled with juice water without hesitation immediately drink it.

"Who are you calling bubu airing?" The cold and gripping sound of someone who arrived came from the direction of the stairs while rolling his shirt arms up to the elbows made the room that was originally warm, turned cold.

"Uhuk uhuk uhuk" Haikal who was shocked immediately choked on his own drinking water. He glanced at the man whose age was old but not with his face afraid of fear.

Zakey? Don't ask. He acted relaxed as he glanced at Haikal with his wry smile, as if saying. "Mampus lo, soon there will be hanged on the pole of monas," so if Haikal read from his sticky gaze.

"Where was yayah, abis where was yah?" Haikal asked with a strange call trying to divert the conversation.

Bagas walked up to his wife hugging Maulida's possessive waist, as if his wife was a precious object he had not allowed to steal. He stared at Haikal with his eyebrows raised one side and his sharp eyes that were able to make Haikal instantly kicep in place.

"Hehee don't misunderstand me. Bubu is the title of Ikal for Mama Lida which means Mother. As for Dad." Obviously Haikal before himself was really hung on the pole of monas.

"Whatever." Tuh 'will make this dongkol father, want it feels like he ate live and vomit again. Uda clearlyin at length in his answer was just "Terusah" while putting on a songong face. The mother wants mutilation.

A pair of bright brown eyes sitting beside Saints looked at Haikal with an elusive look.

"Calc?"

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Hallo-o...

Emm for loyal readers waiting for this novel update. The author wants a lot of apologies because it rarely goes up.

Because this already wants to be widan, in addition to busy, the author's brain is also deadlocked. Actually the story has been arranged in such a way, but yes it is. Sometimes the author is lazy to tick so rarely update.

Again many authors apologize for the loyal readers of this typo novel. Bye bye 👋