At the End of My Tired!

CVI Part

"I don't like learning the same miss. Dora?" Kira just finished studying with her private teacher. Reegan wants her son to catch up, to prepare for mid-year school.

"Like well, miss Dora is good. She also learned to use her English. He said he could go out of the country. Not really yeah?" Ask the boy enthusiastically. Don't go out of the country, just get out of town never.

"Yes right, even though Kira is not yet fluent in English, still the father of the same mother invited a way out of the country. Where are you going to see Disneyland? Later if the brothers are already on school holidays, we go to Paris, Hong Kong and California. Kira would have liked." Reegan was no less enthusiastic. It's time to please her own son.

"Like it, but Kira doesn't know what it is. Love it if you want to take a walk." The boy said innocently.

"That's a playground that is abroad, we will all go there. Kira would be so happy." Except for Killa, if the kid's still stubborn and always throwing a tantrum. Then she will be very hearty, leaving her home with her workers and her new nanny, Arumi.

"Horary.. Thanks yah. Dear dad." Kira kisses dear cheek of the father. Makes Reegan Very Happy.

"Well, the aunt in front of the father's room was very good with Kira. Kira made the same warm chocolate milk given biscuits also." What Kira meant was Nindy.

"Oh, yeah his aunt is good. Kira likes not to play with Aunt Nindy earlier, that's her son who yesterday gave me the same gift Kira. The girl wears the green dress." Reegan reminded the boy.

"Yes yeah, Kira remembers. Kadonya the panda doll that Kira posted in the room."

"Yes, that's the guy. Later I think playing with sister Nina too if come to play at home." Nindy and Abdi's son Nina (Nindy-Abdi).

"Okay, Kira's happy to have so many friends."

"Yes, Kira wait for me in the back room, yes, I want to meet first." Guess he brought it because Killa always yelled at his son. Reegan fears her caliphate, and plays hands.

Kira ends up tutoring private at Reegan's office. Kira was not a problem, even he was enthusiastic when he knew he would be invited to work. In his little brain, it crossed what work he could help. Getting used to working from morning blind until late at night, making Kira a little bored. Especially if all her sisters go to school, only her and her mother, sometimes the oma also accompany her. But he did not want to be greedy, he always reasoned to want to take a nap, so that his mother and oma had time to play with Killa.

Indeed, in the dictionary of Kira's life, the little girl did not know the word nap. Both of his eyes were used to being literate during the night, being forced by circumstances. He will only play in the room with his toys that are like a toy store, so much. And it was all given as a gift to her without her asking.

"Well, I guess it's here. Afraid of being alone inside. It's okay, Kira just play here. I don't bother Dad's stuff, promise." Ah, Reegan's heart always melts at the adorable behavior of her son.

"Yes, where did Kira play, no problem. Just don't go out of dad's room yeah, afraid Kira his stray. Dad's out first." Reegan kisses the child on the cheek before she leaves the room for a meeting.

"Killa wants this room for Killa, but the one above is still Killa's room as well. He'll sleep anywhere, whatever. Killa doesn't want to share a room with a kid who doesn't know himself." Geez, Sarah's head is dizzy facing the behavior of the child in front of her.

"Killa can't do that, son, this is Kira's room. It's not that Killa didn't want this room, she said she didn't want a small truss room." Although the true room was not small, it was just that the child was not satisfied. He occupied the main room on the upper floor which was originally Keenan's room.

Despite having a fight, Keenan finally relented. From there their distance spread even further, Keenan increasingly disliked his sister. Which according to him is too arbitrary and unruly.

"Don't want to know, this room must be Killa's. All this junk stuff. Mbooookk mbooookk, here's the hunt. Very basic lelet is old." The child's anger is becoming.

"Yes non small, what is non?" Mbok Darmi was caught with napkins still held by his hands.

"It's this kid's junkyard out in all, I want to use this room. The mattress pads are also changed, later I'm allergic to the former child's padlocks." His orders are as good as jidat.

"Killa, that's enough. Mother has not been able to stand the behavior of you who are rich gini, this room Kira will forever remain like that. If you don't like it, you'll come back with your birth mother. You can arrange to sleep where you like, if it's in your own house." Having stocked Sarah's patience, he was already quite hurt and physical because of the child. Don't let your child experience the same thing.

"Killa does not want, the mother's father still the parents of Killa is not the child of the collector. The opening! Mbok threw away all this stuff, Killa doesn't like it." Killa turned her wheelchair towards Kira's display cabinet, throwing it in a vase. Until the glass cupboard and vase were broken scattered, the water seeped between the glass fragments.

Sarah gawked in disbelief, There were footsteps entering the room. It turned out that Sarah's two in-laws, the two of them were also surprised to hear the sound of objects breaking very loudly. Soon bi Surti, Puput and Mamat also followed into Kira's room. With the same shock, Killa was still raging, scattering the nightstand as well as the ornamental table beside her.

While Arumi could do nothing, Sarah had already coded her to avoid being approached. It was seen that the girl's arm was also fitted with a wound plaster, it can be ascertained who did it.

"Killa's enough. You are a human child, no matter what. Your behavior is rich child demit like this. Take him out, go up to his room, all locked up. Let's get kapok." Sarah's mother-in-law was angry, all this time she's been holding her. Not anymore, the boy had to be taught a hard lesson.

"Mat, you help Arumi take her to her room, lock her in there, let her go berserk with her own stuff. Lock the bathroom too, he'll make the drama-drama turn on the tap water again." The absolute order was immediately carried out by Mamat.

"Wouldn't go, down, down. You crazy gardener, you idiot. Come down no, Killa's jumping this." The boy thrashed as Mamat and Arumi clutched his wheelchair up the upper floor.

Truly, Killa is the definition of the true child of Satan. Although it is not his fault to be born with such bad behavior, but there is no harm either. If the child wants to control himself, it does not kill his conscience as a child and also a child of man. May there be no other Killa Killa, in our real world yes, dear Readers and budigilr😄😄