Ameera Ku Darling

Good guy

Actually, the distance between the shop Rosma and the house of alex is quite far, but Ameera did not complain at all he kept walking with a smile.he could have been riding angkot but ameera was reluctant. his body would vibrate every time he rode a four-wheeled vehicle as if he had a severe trauma to the vehicle. The day that Dio drove him Ameera held her to death - the death of the trauma was only for the sake of appreciating Dio.

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Along the way Ameera could not help but smile, she was very happy today she got a reward even though not much but she was very grateful.

"Alhamdulillah.dk, today mama got wages we can buy martabak according to the whims of adek." said ameera to her future son in the stomach.

" sir, sorry how much?" ask Ameera as soon as she gets to the martabak seller's place.

"24 thousand mbak." replied the martabak seller while preparing orders.

"mmt if I order half a serving can not sir?" ask Ameera again.

" can't mbak, if you want a portion." replied the seller a little ketus.

Ameera thought that if she bought martabak then the rest she would have saved and other necessities could be enough or not for her eighth week.

"so the message doesn't mbak?" ask the seller to surprise the dreamy Ameera.

"sorry sir, not next time, excuse me." replied Ameera lethargicly.

"sorry deck, martabaknya we postpone next time when the money mama has collected." said Ameera in the heart while stroking her stomach.

"if you don't have money don't buy, go don't block the back queue." throw the seller out of annoyance with Ameera's presence.

without answering Ameera also left the place with a feeling of disappointment without realizing her tears dripped, while walking occasionally she looked back. he was so disappointed with himself just fulfilling the wishes of his simple child candidate he could not afford.

"hiks.hikss sorryin mama deck, we can not buy it for you hiks.. hiks. simple desire mama can not give it to you. hiks .hiks .." Ameera's cry broke out along the way.

" sister.sister stopped sis." shouted someone from behind.

"you're calling me?" ask Ameera to the teenager.

"yes. the brother of the person who wanted to buy a half-serving martabak, right?" ask the teenager later.

" yes, but it doesn't" replied ameera with a nod.

"this is for brother, I happened to buy two portions but I just remembered that at home there was no one. So rather than in vain - not eaten for brother alone." the teenager told Ameera, handing her a pack of martabaks.

"eh. no need." reject Ameera not tasty.

"it's okay - what sis, I sincerely give it. than in the waste is not in the meal is better for sister. let's take sis." pulled Ameera's hand to accept the gift.

"is it really okay for my martabak her?" ask Ameera to make sure.

"sister is absolutely fine" replied the teenager with a smile.

"all right I take, thank you." said Ameera with a smile.

"same - sister, introduce my name Hana kak" said Hana stuck out her hand.

"Thank you again" said Ameera.

"yes, my sister, don't thank me. By the way, what's her name?" ask hana

"my name is Ameera, you can call me meera." replied Ameera.

"okay alright, brother meera, then I am first, my papa has been waiting there, bye kak meera may we meet again next time" said Hannah as she waved her hand.

"alright hana. heart - heart." said Ameera reply to a wave of hana's hand.

After making sure the car hana is no longer visible, Ameera again walked. her lips can not be separated from the smile really - really grace meet people as good as it is.

" don't be sad yes deck, it turns out there are still many good people around us. later until our house eats martabak as much as the deck" said ameera to her prospective children all the way home.