From Me Who Almost Surrender
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“ I know I'm more contained than visible ” I don't accept said by him. Obviously, my body is very clumsy and plump.

“ I want to ask you something, why you invite me to the roof makes me forget the time ” sounds slowly near his ears.

“ Little mouse, stop whispering ” refrain from turmoil below. Although only getting a warm breath about his ears.

“ The echo of my voice is very melodious that is why, after all I am not a small mouse ” how can humans be equated with animals. Especially with rats.

“ If you still say I'll stay. Damn, it was heavy ...” grumbled and as fast as possible for me to get away from it.

“ I said I'm not heavy but I'm containing it is clearly different. Don't equate I don't want ” I hit his sturdy little back.

He called me a little mouse so I would be quiet. Not that I was silent, I became. His footsteps staggered and stopped. Looking towards the direction where I was still blabbering. I was too perceptive to look around.

Cupp ... one kiss landed on his right cheek. He looks like a statue because of my lips. As well as my late response, my lips were fused with her white cheeks. It's like stinging a bee, but bees aren't poisonous.

I threw my face away after I explained I was the one who accidentally. While he was silent without responding back to my words. And stepped back until he found a taxi passing by on the big road.

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I said once again my apology to him, he just kept silent. Since there was no response, the taxi I was riding in was walking towards the direction where I was staying. Along the way many notipes are scattered in one of the green applications. From papa, mama, and also brother, I also reply to the message of brother only because it represents all.

The first thing I saw was a large house that towered three levels above. Fish pond fountain in front of a small garden flower house in the yard next to the house. The lights outside are magnificent, not only is the interior very beautiful. Until a door was opened by an old woman, who was none other than the chief servant.

I was helped by her walking, until the worried voice of my mother approached me. She was shocked to see me hurt taking me to sit on the luxurious living room sofa. Papa came because my mother never returned to where they saw the ball match accompany papa.

Papa walks side by side with brother carrying P3K tools. I was helping my mom treat the wound on my leg. All they know is that I'm just their girl who likes to act. Silent and dislikey in the bridle. I am not a submissive child like a big brother who willfully accept papa's decision.

I have my own principles and views about my life. Papa saw me hurt, instead of asking me why it was like this. Instead more scolding me and compare - compare with brother. Indeed, I am not a child who is too obedient like a brother, at least I have obeyed him.

I resisted my anger so as not to explode like an erupting volcano. I can't afford my original, stubborn soul to hurt his heart. I close my eyelids while grimacing the pain between my legs and heart. Brother felt sorry for me with papa's treatment. He knows I'm like this because I can't stand papa's restraints. Trying to master yourself without involving the house person.

Just like the old brother, but the difference is that the brother has already repented first. I don't remember the cause, so I was a little surprised by the way the clothes were dressed. Closed from head to toe. Only her eyes seemed to blink, helping my mother deal with my injuries.

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