From Me Who Almost Surrender
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...Life is so interesting...
...In the end...
...Some of your greatest pain becomes...
...A terrible power....
...🌿🌿...
Big brother with his graceful photo, papa with his firm attitude, mama like a socialite mother, only me who is a little nagging. Made her smile thinly staring at the screen where we were a lot of style. There was even a time when I tried to kiss the cheek of my brother who was covered in a cloth of pride, was rejected raw by his right hand that was trying to get close.
Ckrekk, I ran small while lifting a little oversized clothes that I wear. I stared at every photo of the shots really candid and the person. Brother, taking his cell phone for nothing, I ran after the man who had photographed us.
Because I want to take a picture with him. Greb, I managed to get the phone out of his pants on the side. I threatened him and didn't return him if he didn't want to take a picture with me. And successfully, I asked one of the other graduates to take a picture of the two of us.
There are many envious wit on us. Some consider as a couple uwu, girlfriend syari and so on. I don't care, what I want a photo with a handsome guy. Two perfect shots, I'm so happy.
I'll show off to my neighbor if I already have a boyfriend. I want him to shut up, not make fun of me anymore. Even my pretend boyfriend is no less handsome than him.
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He left after saving my contacts. I want him to send immediately and make jealous when he meets at school later. We didn't go straight home, papa's best friend invited us to celebrate the graduation of our son and daughter at his residence.
Not far away just a few meits we have arrived. I saw a building not as luxurious and grand as my house. And not far from here there is a kind of shelter, the difference is that the inhabitants are women. While a lot of men — lakinya.
I looked around the room looking neat. A house that is not too big but makes me comfortable. Young women came out of the mosquito net room carrying warm tea and also a variety of light snacks.
“ Hello om, hello aunt, hello sweet girl. My name Naura can be called Nara too. Em, the point is whatever you want to call in kok hehe ..” my broom on both spouses a little older than papa and mama and little girl.
Mama nudged my shoulders reminding me to say hello and speak well mama whispered. They smiled at her because she whispered and said it was the same tone. So it makes no difference. I just put on a plain face and my white teeth awkwardly. Thank goodness his friend and his wife were not very calculated.
“ Not what — what, knowin. this is the name of Abi Imam Rosyid and This is my wife Nana Aulia can be called umi ” I also crucified abi and did not yelp umi but I immediately sat and hugged her suddenly.
“ Why, what is this, pity deck umi. You are so umi can be short of breath ” I also loosen my embrace on umi and look at her. Right my embrace was too tight on him.
I just kept quiet and did not respond to my words, until our focus on my stomach that was sounding loudly made us laugh together. It's a shame, it could be - my stomach is starving. I finished two dishes of fried rice and orange juice with my aunt.
Knowing that abi took us to the dining room together. Not to forget abi called his sons and daughters to eat with us. Waahhh, my saliva almost fell where when the umi dish was tempting. My feet I stomped gently through every delicious dish neatly arranged. The first time I saw this dish was simple but it was delicious.
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