GROWINGS
30

"Ohhh..!!"

The boy with chubby cheeks and black piggy hair immediately ran up to the source of the voice with an anxious face.

"Kan Hassel says it later, Brother Nata!! It's so stubborn...!"

Nata, a teenager who had just been stabbed by a sewing needle, could only wrinkle his ring finger with a grin on his face.

"Somehow, Hassel was very surprised by Sister Nata. Yesterday it was a whole day of hiccups. Ehh, today keep needling! This Nata sister is actually why the hell?! Hassel became suspicious.."

"I don't know either, Hassel. It seems like someone is talking about me."

Hassel gives plaster on the wound on Nata's ring finger. Then blow it with an adorable face.

"Today we got what money, Hassel?"

The boy sat across from Nata. Back counting banknotes and metals, with origin. To be honest, Hassel actually still likes to be mistaken in recognizing currency fractions.

So, when Hassel said that today he got forty million from the results of selling cakes at his school, Nata believes it. Rather than having to argue with that cherry-picked and stubborn boy.

"Hassel must be spit out of money, because it can be serious if until the mother gossipmonger knows. Maybe later our money is taken, continue to be used to buy makeup again!"

"Who do you mean 'the gossip mama' is a bad boy?!" A woman of medium stature, emerged from behind Hassel with a disheveled face like she had just been hit by a tornado. "You forgot, who gave birth and took care of you all this time?"

"Please ahh, mami!!Sakiit...!!"

Sandra tightened the jewel on her son's right ear.

"Whose money is that?!"

Nata grabbed his thick book. Open it. And pretend not to see and hear what is going on between the mother and her child.

Sandra pulled the chair next to Nata. Scattered the table with glaring eyes. "Whose money is that?! Answer Mami!!"

"Can take!"

"Where?!"

"Mosque charity box!"

"Hassel...!!" Sandra is becoming. It felt like his head was about to break, every time he had to face the ridiculous actions of his 7-year-old son. "Mommy take another walk, huh!?"

Hassel tilted his lips. "Who would like to take a walk around the complex!? I'm like a hard man!"

"This is definitely due to most cartoon movies!"

"Mommy also watches the phone a lot, right!? What, another kiss to watch! Surely envy was getting angry constantly..!"

Sandra's patience is over. He returned to his son's ear.

And he did not care, though Hassel continued to thrash like an angry son of Godzila.

Until then...

Sandra reflexively let go of her jewel and rushed over to Nata who was crouching while grabbing the shards of shard around her.

"Sorry Aunt, I didn't mean it.."

"What the hell is Nata?!! Kan Hassel has said, if you want to drink say it's the same Hassel or the mbok, let it be taken later...!"

"Yes, Hassel. I'm sorry."

"Break the glass again. If this continues, it can run out of glass supplies in this house."

"Let me clean up, Miss Sandra.."

"Please, Mbok.."

Sandra grabbed Nata's hand. Then lead her to Nata and Hassel's bedroom.

"In fact, the glass supply in this house is running out, Aunty?"

"Well, why are you listening to the chili boy, Nata?"

"Hassel's not a chili boy, Mami!!" I knew the boy had appeared again. "Mommy is the mama of cayenne!!"

If there's cardboard and plaques, maybe Sandra's gonna put Hassel in the cardboard, close it up, and she's gonna send the kid to the end of the world. Let it live with the taper-mouthed penguins and cherry blossoms in Antarctica there.

"Hassel wants to take a shower... After the new bath njai continue to play while snacking, deh.."

"Very well, if you're just going to play!Mommy won't give me any pocket money!"

"Let's go, wekksss!! Hassel can ask for Nata. You see Kak Nata money is more than mami money!!"

Luckily, Hassel disappeared behind the bathroom door. Otherwise, Sandra would have locked the hyperactive boy away in her stuffy, narrow closet.

"Nata..." Sandra let out a short breath. He held the teenager's hand. "So, the cause of this burn and scratch on your hand is..."

"If Auntie objects, I won't go on anymore.."

Sandra sat down next to Nata. Both tend to the head of the bed.

"Tante doesn't mind Nata, it's just that Aunt is worried about you.."

"I know Aunt has sacrificed a lot for me. And of course, Auntie has also spent a lot of money on my operating expenses."

"Nata--Aunty please don't ever think like that again huh.."

Sandra's heart trembled when she saw the teenager's facial features that had limitations with both senses of vision.

"Thank you, Auntie. Thank you for accommodating, caring for, and considering me part of this family.."

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