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my dad got fired

My parents' busy work ' forced them to leave me to my grandmother . Even though they knew my grandmother was very fierce . But they have no other choice . Lucky for me to have 2 aunts who love me so much . When my grandmother was about to be rude . My aunt always stood up for me and took me out.

This morning was Sunday . My father and mother are gathered at home . At 5 am . They both invited me to leave.

We're heading for the horse race . Yes, little andik is very happy to ride a horse . The cheerful rails he showed were able to wipe away their fatigue .

The day passed . I remember that day was a work day . But by the day my father had come home .

He invited me to play for a while and then left me to sleep.

In the afternoon my mother came home from work.

"Belg . Sorry father . I just got in PHK". Saying my father .

Little you don't understand what a PHK is . All he knows is play and play .

"patient is good . Try to enter - enter the application again". Bundaku.

"Yes bund ". The answer.

Days passed my father was unemployed for a month . The charms my father got were thinning.

"Well .how is it ? If father does not work continue to bother us well if only ngandelin mother's salary is not how much. I try to find other work alternatives that are important to produce and halal". Bundaku.

"What gini yes bund . Dad's charms are still quite strong. I'm going to buy a motorbike for ngojek". Said my father.

"Yaudah gapapa yah . As long as it's true and doesn't hurt anyone else you support". Bundaku.

Finally the next day my father bought a Yamaha motorcycle output 75. A small motorbike that will be used as a tool to find my father's money.

Hari pun berganti minggu. Ternyata menjadi seorang tukang ojek tidaklah mudah. Ayahku bahkan sering pulang malam .

Although my father left early in the morning to come home at night . The income is just enough to eat . Little Andik who grew so many snacks . Especially gather with neighbors who incidentally conglomerate children.

Little Andik gamau know about the financial condition of his family . all he knows is ask for snacks and toys only .

On the other hand my grandmother would not take a headache . When my father confided in him.

"Kalo ribet stay in bud . There are still many girls". That's the magic word of my grandmother who loved her son so much.

Because of the insistence of my bundle and the sacred words of my grandmother . My father rarely came home . He reasoned that he was looking for money to meet the needs of his small family .

When my father wasn't at my grandmother's house, he sneered at my mother.

"it's gapantes to make a favor . You're just a village man can what ?". That's my grandmother's scorn.

Cruel ? Yes very cruel . But my mother was still strong to face the wind that hit her household ark.

6 Months have passed . My mother was pregnant young not to be burdened by my grandmother's scorn .

Yes . Me and my two sisters are only 2 years apart. So when I was 4 I had 2 younger siblings.

"Aunties. I tipped kaka yaa. auntie know how mom is the same me . His father rarely comes home now. I want kebogor aja tee. Go to my sister's place". Pamit my bundaku to my aunt.

"Jude mba . Later kaka let me be the same yani who take care". Aunt yati's.

Finally my bundle left me . I don't understand it yet . I was closer to my aunt because my mother often left me to work . So I didn't cry when you left me.

Long story short little andik grew up among the cruelty of my grandmother . My grandmother was a killer . Wrong little must've been a broomstick hitting my ass.

The day passed. Now little Andik has aged 4 years . Little Andik grows with a thin skin pigment so that the skin is white . His narrow eyes make a small andch is often called another ethnicity.

My mother only occasionally looked at me . He must be smart to divide his time between me and my two sisters . My last brother was a baby . Even at his birth . My father is not beside my mother.

Little Andik getting more naughty so that makes my grandmother growled.

I was pinched until my entire waist turned red.

"Mbaa hallo. Can you take a hand, please ? But fitting mother gaada let gaada forbid. Next month I want to get married". My aunt spoke on the phone.