" I'm Not My Beloved Child"

chapter 2 shirt

"Mom" cried big brother very loudly.

it happened to be a Sunday where we were busy with our activities.

he came out of the room to the kitchen, because the mother was busy cooking in the kitchen.

mamak just looked.

"you see not my white shirt with floral patterns" she said.

" don't know" my mother replied.

"if you don't know where" my brother asked again.

"looking first "my mother answered slowly. Again she looked for clothes to the room, by randomizing her clothes rack.

suddenly my brother surprised me who was behind the house again drying clothes that I just finished washing.

while pulling the clothes that are held firmly.

" why are you washing my clothes" in a loud voice.

"where do I know, the other brother's shirt is in the dirty laundry basket" I replied with annoyance.

my brother always separates dirty clothes from our dirty clothes.

and she also never wanted her clothes washed by anyone I mean my mom.

I continued my work.

"it's been washed, angry angry again.

" who asked to be washed, besides, I told ahhh "in a louder voice, with a glaring look at me.

I stared in annoyance, and I went straight into the house to the kitchen, the mother who was ready to cook and serve it on the dining table. I, who was followed by my sister from behind to the kitchen, pulled my hand.

" what do you mean I'm concerned about like that" as if challenging me.

I sat down at the dinner table, intending to eat because I was hungry, my sister pulled my hand again

" what do you mean" he asked loudly.

"no mean sister" I replied in a still irritated voice.

no need to doubt, pretentious to seek attention with a still angry voice.

" what's "my mother said staring at us one by one.

fight continues , fight continues with a rather strong voice, because mamak annoyed to see us .

by cleaning up a messy kitchen .

" defa continues, bela continues to be a favorite child"

in a somewhat offensive voice.

" defend who my mother answered" the direction of his gaze to my brother and stop his busy while I was busy taking the rice that had been provided and immediately ate because my stomach was hungry.

" so who else if not this mother's favorite child" by turning her eyes to me.

I didn't heed my brother's words, 'cause I'm used to it.

" why be a favorite child???

weren't you the one who was angry just because of clothes?? "

clothes have been found, especially ???

my mother said by lowering her voice that was a bit loud.

why are my clothes washed??

with a still loud voice.

" i told you brother, brother in the dirty basket, if I knew neither or his grandson." I answered him and continued eating.

you must have worn my shirt, right?? with. my head.

"what sich brother, sick tau kak" by stroking my head and looking at him.

" take this habit of hands, light hands" by pulling my big hands.

brother pulled my mama's hand.

"let me care about it"

with my head again.

" you" said my mother as she looked at him,

"bodo very" brother went straight to his camp.

"you also said you washed his clothes"

you already know your brother is easy to get emotional!!

where do I know Mak , arrived just in the basket dirty clothes, his name was already hunted in the soak. want in what else ."

I replied with still being annoyed at my brother.

"father where Mak , I didn't see it.

we went to the rubber garden from dawn said my mother, and we continued our delayed meal.

my brother and I rarely get along, I also do not know why. since the birth of me, my brother likes harsh words with me and I also do not know why, everything I do in his eyes is wrong.

roses ...

the rose...

the rose...

I turned towards the front door, and rushed straight towards the sound, and it turned out to be the voice of my friend.

" what a lita "I answered while approaching him who was already sitting on the porch chair.

Lita was my best friend from childhood, and until now we are still friends, still one school just another class, and,

he's the same as me as a closed person, doesn't talk much more fittingly quiet.

as long as I was friends with him, he never confided about his family.although I know, the family is less harmonious, unlike me he is from a family that is quite capable.

he never lacks anything, all needs are always fulfilled.

" play yuk" with her sweet smile.

"where "I answered.

" ordinary place" while standing up and pulling my hand.

" yes yes, while following him.

" basik mamak mamak brazen, if you don't know what not to say a lot"

take care of your family, I'm sure your family is.".

hi Lina, your mouth is polite.

that's your parents, by the way.

a woman who is not too old with my brother, but she is already married.

" emang why, although my parents do not care. he should be as a parent love example, can not be his insulting family people. with a still loud voice.

dear grandmother, once again you insult my family, I will turn you off.

by pointing the finger in the direction he was referring.

" already Lin" do not need to be in the gubris, sri immediately pulled my big hand.

Sri is my brother's best friend from childhood, I also do not know why Sri is at home with my brother who is super fierce.

everyone was a little horrified with my super-great brother.

moreover, the mother who was in my village, if when my brother was angry, all would be silent.

"once again grandma dropped by talking like that, I strangled you alive" by staring at emotions.

" let's go" said Sri to my sister Lina.

while leaving the group mamak mamak mama again gossip.

when Sunday mamak mamak average in the village most work holidays.even though they have their own garden.

" how angry are you Lin" Sri said

while continuing their journey to their destination.

"he's an old man, it's inappropriate for you to talk like that" Sri continued.

" keep on fitting" my brother replied

Sri could not answer.

" grandmother's speech was outrageous, how dare she insult my family" with a voice still emotional.

"the guy's like we want anything else"

Sri answered.

yes, but let it be a habit.wantu it was the mouth of the grandmother attached in torn so that his mouth is not carelessly talking.with still the voice is still emotional.

the grandmother in question my sister is my neighbor who often gossip about our family.We also do not know why she does not like our family.even we never had a good time with her, we never even had a good time with her, don't mind asking for rice never.

but he's a hobby to insult my family, let alone insult my parents.

sometimes I also see my neighbor is a bit sprained, just that I'm not as brave as my feet.