Hand Leaf
The Past Helper

...Shower, bath, bath...

...Wash, wash, wash...

...Get used to clean life...

...With clear water...

...Nature also beerseri~~...

...StarLova_Book...

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Geri frowned angrily watching her sister dismantle the contents of the garage right next to the house. He clucked and snorted, and this time the delusion about his mother came with a deadly delicacy and a broom in hand ready to hit because it had made a mess.

But it wasn't Geri who did it.

"You're nothing?" Half angry, but lazy, Geri asked and approached. Putting his hands in the pocket of a blue dongker baseball jacket, he had no interest in helping out whatever his younger brother was doing. "Mama can hunt us down if you know—"

"Sister, you see a tennis racket in the garage?" cut off his younger brother, turning around after hearing Geri's voice. He again moved in place with his hands busy moving goods, looking for the object in question. Clucking impatiently as it had yet to be found, he looked back at Geri who was still standing indifferently looking at him. "Oh come on, if you don't know, at least help me find it!"

"It can be done tomorrow." Geri sat on the porch of the house, inching to take off her shoes without taking her eyes off her sullen sister. "What are you doing looking for that thing?"

"I'll make a deal with a friend to compete tomorrow, count on finding a new atmosphere. Anyway, tomorrow's off." Disappointed at not meeting the tennis racket, Geri's younger brother sat next to the older brother withered. "Please, Brother."

Geri lips give a cynical impression by pretending to cleft. "You try to remember again, where was it last stored?"

"I kept it behind a spare bicycle tire," the fourteen-year-old replied quickly, and his fingers pointed to the place in question. "I really kept it there!"

"Yes, I'll look for him later! It's late in the afternoon, you don't miss your chores to clean up the house." The clean house in question is sweeping the entire room. The rules were enforced since both of them turned seven years old, and the mother divided the time.

Geri got the ration sweeping in the morning, while the youngest in the afternoon.

Geri grinned triumphantly at the reluctant look of her sister. He waved one hand, while the other hand held up his shoes and entered the house. "If you don't want to, yes, you have. It's none of my business to be hunted by Mama."

"Argh! Alright, alright!"

Jeffry, a fourteen-year-old boy, Geri's younger brother, must grab a broom and sweep before his mother hunts for neglect of duty.

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"How's your day this week at the new school, Geri?" Dessy started talking after dinner. His hand propped up on the head of the sofa and looked at Geri who had already looked at him after Geri's shoulder was poked. He smiled broadly at his first son who seemed to be looking at him expressionlessly. "Do you like school?"

"Uhm .. I think so." Geri nodded at a glance before returning to focus on the graffiti in her sketchbook. He tried not to fret with a disappointed look implied on Dessy's face though imperceptible. Geri chose to re-scratch the pencil on the paper.

Jeffry returned to the living room after finishing washing his hands, then casually approached the busy Geri himself. Jeffry's height that had equaled Dessy made him still had time to hug his mother from behind and landed a light kiss on the cheek, making Dessy jerked in shock and ended up hitting her cheek slowly. Unravel the clumsiness of Jeffry's plan before ruining Geri's mood.

Jeffry tugged at his brother's short sleeve, trying to attract the attention of Geri who furrowed his eyebrows and brushed off the ignorant hand, feeling annoyed at being bullied. He again tried to pull the sleeves harder because Geri did not pay attention. Causing a slack crack and a slow growl from the brother, looking back at him with a frowning face.

"What?"

Jeffry glanced at Dessy who was previously pensive on the spot and turned to the pantry. He breathed a sigh of relief before looking back at Geri.

"Son didn't forget about this afternoon, did you?" Jeffry whispered with his hands covering the vision access, just in case his mother suddenly wanted to poke and sabotage the conversation.

Geri blinked, glaring at her activities this afternoon. Come home with Sulli, almost hit by a bicycle, up to the house, then lazing until dinner time. Geri's shoulder lifted at a glance, he felt that there was nothing else that should not be forgotten. He saw Jeffry who snorted bitterly and cupped both cheeks Geri anxious.

"Tennis racket, Sister ... tennis racket ..." growled slowly, Jeffry's eyebrows rose because of anxiety eager to claw Geri's face made plain. "Sister promised to help"

"You how? I just ate bakwan. Though the one who eats garlic, right, he himself," Jeffry sneered softly. However, before long the grin rose to see Geri's back disappear from the main door. It seems that the brother is willing to help find his tennis racket.

"Yes, yes! Racquet Wanted!" Jeffry followed while jumping up and down in excitement.

Oh, my God, those are. Dessy who was secretly observing her children's interactions only held back an amused laugh. Ah, he was quite staring from afar with occasional focus in order to capture the direction of their conversation, despite wanting to participate in the conversation.

Maybe, someday, and Dessy wouldn't mind waiting until the time was right.

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Elly looked at all the items scattered in front of her with resignation and a waist-rigged hand. He remembered the school holiday agenda this time had to fix less useful home appliances.

Some items that are considered less useful must go into the cardboard to be museumed in the home warehouse. Kitchen utensils that begin to turn yellow, sofa foam that has been shabby - no longer soft, broken fans, and some home decorations that have so long displayed themselves in the room. Not to mention his father's room, he had to get rid of unused files and collect them, then sell them to scrap collectors. Elly had wanted to sell a little other used goods, but considering the price is too cheap, making it stoppage. Elly won't turn over the capital, she'll only lose!

Gosh darn. He snorted, trying to get patient with his breath. I don't think Elly wants to clean a house, but move house.

God, if there's a Doraemon magic bag here! he lamented in his heart, looking at the ceiling of the room as if it could penetrate to the sky Arasy. He frowned at a glance, then thinned his lips to cultivate determination and returned busy grouping items.

Maybe next time he should be more careful in buying things. His mind was silly to think of comparisons not spending money on furniture. He could use the money for something else; buy cooking utensils, perhaps? Or just culinary until you forget time.

Haha! Yep! Elly will be very satisfied, then end up getting the wrath of the father. Real nice.

The girl put an end to her useless delusion, then went back to cleaning with the occasional whine.

"Yeah!" His scream suddenly airs as he feels something twitching in his toes. Elly reflexes stomping her feet repeatedly, then exhaling because something that was moving the legs was a child lizard.

Almost thought Elly was a cockroach. Oh, naw! If it's true that one creature, Elly will immediately run away in a storm.

Eh? Elly's eyebrows popped up, astonished and curious to see the photo leaflets falling from the old book. He was seen for a moment the cover of a book that read "First Intermediate Photo Album."

Slightly confused as to why the album book could be a discarded category, Elly picked up the photo that fell earlier. Observing the goals of childhood faces of his friends first. Some of them had changed - Elly had met one or two of them, while others were somehow face and nature now.

He recalled, there used to be bullies during the eighth grade; Radit. Elly recalls once being locked in a shed containing the carcasses of a classroom bench and broken gym equipment. The girl cried for quite a while while banging on the door, hoping that someone would hear her. Fortunately, there was one boy who heard and was kind enough to help her, get her out, and even bring Elly home.

Elly remembered that her body was limp not playing, until finally the young teenager who helped her was forced to carry the tiny body of Elly behind her back. They don't talk, of course. How can Elly talk?

But the problem doesn't finish there. Arriving at home, her misunderstood father immediately interrogated the helper so Elly had to tug on her father's shoulder to read the gesture. It was only the teenager who did not mention the name could go home, and Elly was immediately asked to eat because she looked pale.

I don't know where he is. Elly stroked the album cover, smiling wryly as she felt foolish not to ask the name of the helper.

By the way, Elly's stomach suddenly rumbled uncomfortably. Make him stop again and stroke the stomach, then look at the wall clock that pointed at two o'clock in the afternoon. As he remembered he had not had lunch, because from morning it was busy. Worth the tummy protest, Elly almost forgot mealtime.

Diverting his hunger, he thought about finishing his work first. Put the items in cardboard according to size, then one by one the cardboard is transported to be removed from the house. As much as possible Elly moved quickly because her stomach worms wriggled for offerings.

Last cardboard! the cheers are in the heart. He smiled with relief, sighing with satisfaction to see several piles of cardboard from small to large size seen in the courtyard of the house. Time eating!

A little brisk walking, he grabbed and opened the food hood, staring at a simple side dish at the dining table before switching to hand washing.

The food has arrived! The food has arrived! Hurrah! Hurrah! Elly played the cheerful tone of the song "The Holidays Have Arrived" in her mind that seemed to change the lyrics. He took the rice and side dishes, then sat quietly before praying and eating his lunch.

However, his mind suddenly recalled the silhouette of someone who looked similar to Elly's helper at Junior High.

Eh?

...TBC...