I'm the Haram Child
episode 1
gaiiiis happy reading..
this storyline is back and forth yes, so don't get tired of continuing to follow my story..
2005.
Mela is still a 6-year-old little girl, today is her first day of elementary school.
with a red and white uniform, knee-high socks, red hat with a garuda logo, and not to forget, instant tie with rubber without the hassle of forming a pattern.long hair pigtail two, ponytail, with a backpack containing books and pencils..
"the spirit of learning yes son, do not cry later at school." message mom for me who happily went to school between using a bicycle at that time.
arriving at school, a lot of children my age were also delivered by his parents that morning.
some were crying, did not want to live by his mother or father, I was the cheerful child and already had friends happily following activities on my first day of school.
princess, yes she is my cousin's sister, one class with me.
at that time I thought she was my cousin's sister, but she was my aunt.
"sister, we sit the same" said Mela. "yes, we sit in the front seat yes" replied the Princess.
"Good morning child, welcome to the class, introduce the name of the mother, the mother will be your homeroom teacher" said the friendly teacher.
"now we introduce our names yes, we start one by one from the front" said the matriarch while pointing to the front row on the right.
at 11:00 class was finished, this time I was picked up by my father using his beloved old motorbike.
at that time, my family was classified as a family capable for the size of a small village, I was classified as a spoiled child who every day was not enough ten thousand. in 2005, in 2005, SD child snack more than ten thousand a day is already extraordinarily wasteful.
"mel, let's go home" the father said as he watched me walk out of the primary school's first classroom.
my school is only a kilometer from home, when I got home, my mother was waiting for me, I kissed her hands while having fun to tell her about the activities today at school.
haven't had time to tell me, "change clothes, then lunch" said mama to me. huuufffttt lethargic.
I ended up changing my school uniform for home clothes, I was pretty tomboyish for girls my age. Even before the first day of school, I didn't want school to wear skirts, I wanted to wear pants, I didn't want to wear skirts, but the school rules don't allow it, so my mom still forces me to wear a skirt.
enough shorts, with sleeveless t-shirts, waltzing into the kitchen, "maaa, why no fried eggs" my whine spoiled . "eat dong mel vegetables, cook every day eat eggs!" answer mama.
"you're not eating" I answered, returning the plate to the plate shelf.
with annoyed mama forced to cook fried eggs for me. yes omelet without salt or any additional spices. already spoiled, much demand.
"it's been spitting, eat there. it's cooked eggs" said the mother, although upset, anything is still done for her favorite baby bontot.
when I was 6 years old, my mom was 47 years old, and my dad was 50 years old.
hello gaiiis, wait up next yes. don't get bored with my writing friend.sorry for just learning ya 😊😊😊