Degrees of My House

CHAPTER 146

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Today is Sunday. Tomorrow is Al's first day of school in a new place. At four o'clock in the afternoon, Al and Kina were playing in the front yard. While Ibra is certainly being spoiled with his beloved woman. Al seems to be teaching Kina who is learning to ride her bike. Although Kina's bike has used auxiliary wheels, but still Al is afraid his favorite sister is okay

"Aban," called Kina to Al who was holding her rear bicycle.

"Yes Dek" replied Al.

"Loda help you off, yes," said Kina while continuing to pedal her bicycle.

Al shook his head firmly. "Later down, Dek," said Al.

"It's a bica, Aban," said Kina.

"Such can be because using auxiliary wheels, if not wear certainly can not," said Al.

"This time, Aban. Later to date again," said Kina pleading with her cute face.

"No, Deck" said Al firmly.

Kina's lips wrinkled funnyly hearing her brother's rejection. Kina's feet stopped pedaling her bike and immediately went down. Without making a sound, Kina ran into the house regardless of Al who was calling her. Currently, Kina is in on-match mode.

Al sighed softly at his sister's behavior. She would rather her sister be angry than Kina to be hurt later. Only a foot Al stepped wanted to catch up with Kina, his ears accidentally caught the noise coming from next door to his house.

Al slowly walked towards the fence and out of his yard. Al's feet stepped into the house that became the source of the sound.

"House doors are closed, but why are there angry voices and crying children?" murmured Al asked himself.

Not wanting to be more curious, Al immediately stepped his feet closer to the house. Quietly, Al peeked out from the window glass that was not covered in curtains.

Al's mouth was open and his eyes were blackened when his vision caught the figure of the little girl who had always been on his mind lately. Al covered his mouth with his hands so as not to make a sound. Al seriously tried to hear the words of the girl's parents.

"I've told you how many times, you don't have to do your duty to God. We don't have to trust him. Because I worship him, your mother must die. Why don't you understand too?" snapped the father to the little girl. Mukena patterned flowers wrapped her tiny body nampang very messy.

"Hiks, Runa believes in God, Father," said the girl in tears.

The father gripped the girl's shoulders very tightly. "One more time I see you worshiping him, I'll send you to Hell!" snapped The Father threw the small body on the floor. After that, the Father walked up the stairs of his house.

"Hiks, sick," the girl cried and hugged herself.

Al's eyes glazed over seeing that. He had once felt how painful it was to be hit like that. But he's a man, and he can still hold it. But this is a woman. How could he endure the pain in his body? Thought Al.

The beautiful eyes that let out the crystal circle accidentally caught the figure of a tiny body behind the window of his house. The sight of Al and the little girl met. The girl looked at Al with a very sad look.

Unable to see the scene in front of him, Al immediately ran away from the house. While the little girl just cried hugging her body that hurt.

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Al entered the house with an irregular breath.

"Why, Boy?" tanya Ibra who just came from the kitchen.

Al walked up to Abinya who was already sitting in the living room.

"Abi, who lives next door, Abi?" ask Al to Ibra.

Ibra's thick eyebrows meet. "Where to it, Boy?" ask Ibra.

"It's a big house next to our security guard post, Abi," said Al.

"Oh, he said it was one of the state officials, Boy. But Abi doesn't know either. You know for yourself people here are very private and private, Boy. So it's only natural not to know each other" replied Ibra.

"He's been living here a long time, boy. Have you ever been outside the house?" ask Ibra.

"Yes, yes, too. Al will never play first," muttered Al who can still be heard Ibra.

"What's the matter, Boy?" ask Ibra wonder. This time, the boy asked about his neighbor. Usually Al just doesn't care.

Al shakes. "It's okay, Abi. Where's Umi, Bi?" al asked in a daze looking for the whereabouts of Dee and Kina.

"After Kina's room. He's poking because of you" said Ibra.

Al breathed slowly. Then he sat down next to Ibra. Drinking the orange juice that was brought eh Ibra from the kitchen. Now Anak and Abi are focusing on television screens that broadcast badminton broadcasts.

"Abi," call Al.

"Yes, Boy" Ibra said without taking her eyes off the television screen.

"Do children always follow the words of their parents, Abi?" ask Al.

Ibra immediately turned her gaze to Al as soon as the ear heard Al's question.

"Why ask like that, Boy?" ibra asked confusedly.

"Ck, just answer me, Abi," said Al annoyed.

"As long as it's good, yes it's okay" Ibra replied casually.

"Then what if the parents do not obey the orders of their children, when it is a good thing, Abi," said Al again.

"For the good of all, there is no barrier for parents to obey the words of their son, Boy. Parents are not always right. He is also an ordinary human being who does not escape mistakes" Ibra explained.

"Like Abi?" tanya Al spanking Ibra.

"Ck, don't judge Abi again, Boy," Ibra said.

Al chuckled softly at the words of Ibra. A second later, the boy hugged Ibra's waist from the side.

Ibra smiled and gently rubbed Al's hand that was coiled around her waist.

"Abi, if parents tell us to go far away from God, and we don't want to follow him, we won't be a bad boy, will we?" ask Al.

"That means we're good kids, boy. For reminding parents to go back to the right path" replied Ibra.

"Is Al a good boy, Abi?" ask Al again.

Ibra confidently nodded and kissed Al's head. "No parent thinks his son is bad, Al" Ibra said.

"And one more thing, Abi is grateful for being given the Amanah to be Abinya Al," continued Ibra.

Al smiled happily. "Al dear Abi" Al told Ibra.

"Abi loves Al more," replied Ibra tightly hugging her son's body. Now it's the turn of the television that watches the beauty of the Son and Abi.

Means Al's girl is a good boy. Al's heart did not choose wrongly. May she always be well and be Al's soul mate. Inner Al recalled the girl who had been crying before his eyes. Baby, he can't do anything.

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