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S2_1W. Kinara Indian Doll

Hi, my name is Kinara Pramudita Maheswari Mahardika. Yes, ever since you married Papa Nathan, you gave me his last name and sister Bhishma. Uh! Papa is the best dad in the world.

Let me tell you, my three brothers and I are the luckiest kids in the world. We have parents who love us so much. Living in an environment of people who love us with all their heart.

After a year of marriage, my mother finally gave me a handsome little brother named Gerry Pratama Mahardika. Hem. My sister is so handsome. Once the lyrics alone a lot of girls who are subdued by him. I'm just, if she's not my sister, I don't mind having a boyfriend like her. Hihahi. Why does the handsome one asking to be collected have to be my sister?

Well, besides giving me a charming handsome sister. Five years later, Mama gave me a beautiful little sister. But I am still beautiful. Haha. Her name is Dini Syarilla Mahardika. She's a centil, pretentious pretender. Such is.

Must you be wondering, right, sister Bisma? Huh! This is what I love most. My brother loves me too much. Until the age of me who has been twenty-one this year I have always been immortal. Sister Bisma always makes run all the handsome guys who are the target of my dream boyfriend.

Sister Bisma over protective.

Any guy who intends to approach me will be made to run away. I should be.

I am no longer a teenager. Twenty-one of these. By the way, I'm in my final semester in Business Accounting. It was my love for money that made me end up here. But what I did not expect was that this major was what made me crumble because I thought hard.

How not? I am the money lover asked to count the amount of money that comes in and out without any money. What if only fantasizing about it? Why not use real money to count. I guarantee there won't be a single mistake that will go wrong with my tally. And finally I regret having taken this major in the end. Makes the brain go broke because it fantasizes too much. If it wasn't a threat from my mom who was going to cut my monthly money, I'd have left this department a long time ago.

Our mother says we must be consistent with what we choose. Responsibility and really. Can't give up. Alright ma. Mama is absolutely right. Finally with all the hard work I got to this stage. In the final semester full of struggle.

Back again talking about my dear brother and ternyebelin for me. With the dilution of his brain that can not be denied, since entering Junior High School, he always participated in the acceleration program. So it only took two years in Junior High School, two years in High School and two years later got a Bachelor degree.

Great of my brother!

So even though I was only one year younger than him, since Junior High I've never had one more school with him. Envied? Lt's not. I am the one who wants it easy. Don't want to be complicated. For me, life is a process. Enjoy aja.

Brother Bisma is currently working in papa company. While pursuing his S-2 in Business Management. I admit, Bhishma is great. But yes back again with unfortunately that made me stir.

Like at the moment. We both sat in the same car. That's not the problem. But, Sister Bisma will take you whenever I go to campus. Oi! My friends brought their own cars. Well me? I'm not a kind of kindergarten kid who needs to be picked up like this. Just give the car keys to me, already say hello at the door. Easy right?

“Kak, starting tomorrow I bring my own car huh?” my many.

“No.” Answer's short.

“Why?”

“No reason.” Huh. Really nice bum, right? But I know the reason. She doesn't want me to date the wrong guy. Oh come! It's just a courtship. Still in the search stage. Understandably it is still messing around and wrong in choosing a partner.

But what can I do other than shut up and obey? I know Bhishma's sister like that because she loves me. But not like that either, right? I feel like a pingitan girl.

“Kak, when the hell can I date?”

“Indeed why not date?” Not that I answered the question, I asked back. I know my sister Bhishma is also a single immortal like me and there is no problem at all for her. But we are different.

From High School I already had the nickname Indian Doll. Know right? Can be glimpsed can not be held.

When I got home, my one goal was to find my mom. As soon as I got out of the car, I left. Do not even look back until the car driven by sister Bisma out the fence of the house to return to the office.

Still with a tote bag complete with my laptop bag. I walked around the house screaming for my mom.

“Stop shouting Nara. You think this is a forest? Mama's on the edge of the pool.” That's the great mama. As soon as anyone calls, mama will immediately tell her whereabouts. I'm sure mama always lost when playing hide and seek. Hihahi

Knowing my mom's whereabouts, I'm gonna walk my feet behind the house. Where there is a swimming pool. It was the most comfortable atmosphere there. With a few shady trees and a variety of flowers that live lushly and neatly arranged in the garden around the pond, making this place a favorite place to gather with my family in addition to the family room.

From behind the glass door, I could see her sitting quietly in a poolside chair with a magazine in her hand. Mama who is still very beautiful at the age of almost half a century. Mom was like ten years younger. Papa was crazy until now. Ah but now is not the time to tell their love story that I envy.

Now it's time to fight for my future freedom. Next time I'll tell you the story of mom and dad.

“Mama, sayin kak Bisma dong for permission Nara bring the car starting tomorrow.” I said as I struggled to my mother who was reading a magazine by the pool.

“Why else?” asked my mother without looking at me. I know my mother must have been annoyed by this. I complain about this almost every day.

“Tomorrow me and friends will look for companies for field studies for thesis material.”

“Then what's the problem?”

“The problem is mama, all my friends bring their own cars. Cook yes I have to take the driver everywhere. Shy mom.”

“Why shy?”

What is this question? Yes, shame. When all my friends were sitting cool behind the wheel, I was sitting in the back seat.

“Ayolah. Why try I have a SIM if it has never been used at all.” Narrator. My face I'm setting with the clearest look.

“Nara, your sister did all this not for no reason. He did it because he loves you so much, son.” Said mama gently while stroking my head. Mom's mainstay moves to calm my anger. But this time I won't falter.

“Nara knows mom. But Nara is a grown-up now. Nara knows what is good and what is bad. Nara can take care of herself. If sister Bisma continues to press Nara like this, it is precisely Nara will never be ready to face the world until anytime because it continues to be in the arms of sister Bisma.” I clearly. Believe me if I've been stringing these words together since a week ago with Syila, my best friend.

Looks like it'll work this time. Mama looks like she's gonna melt with my long speech.

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