Destiny Love Nirmala

Red Car

"Y...! Papa..!"'s chat...!" nala shouted from the courtyard of the house. "Pa.. come out, Pa.." she cried again to everyone.

The neighbors flock to arrive because they think something happened to the girl who screamed in such a way. "What's up Neng, screaming. Any maling?"

"Where's the thief, Neng? Here let me hit you with sodet!" timpal the other mothers.

Nala flicked her lips and spoke very cynically. "What a hell, tacky! Who said there was a thief? These mothers, I just call papa because there are these mas-mas car new...."

"Eh, Neng .. have you never been taught your father's manners? Older ama talk no manners!" scold the neighbor next door. "Just bought a cheap car, it's a dagger!" he was upset again.

"Rempong, mother! Why take care of people's children, anyway? Take care of the kids yourself!" ketus Nala ruffled waist.

Arman finally came out of the house hearing the commotion from the direction of the courtyard. He frowned while staring at his neighbor in turn. "Is there a rame-rame in my house? Early in the morning make this a messy mother!"

"Pantesan si Nala's songong really his son, emang nurun directly the nature of his father!" say mothers wearing blue negligee. "Same as Nirmala. It was nice, beautiful, polite and her son, too" the mother added.

Arman turned the faucet and lifted the hose for him to blow towards the neighbors. Everything was scattering away while screaming. Not spared from their mouths a scorn of resentment. "Tell you, Arman! If one day you are with your child is a difficulty .. we will not help you. Thum!!!"

Nala waved at the mothers. "Fat mom-dad's a fizz! Seger, right, early in the morning already got a guyur? So don't mind people's business!"

One of the neighbors who was carrying sodet, he threw the object towards Nala. "If it wasn't because you were screaming incoherently, it wouldn't have been possible for a neighbor to come here. Just be careful, if one day you are the same your father is asking for help, we will not help. Our humiliation will last us a lifetime!!"

Nala plays the tip of the middle finger nail and memahuti the speech of the interlocutor. "Udah speaking? If so, go there! Hus. hus... hus...."

Everyone shook their heads inexhaustibly with the temperament of Nala and also her father. One by one they dispersed themselves with their mouths throwing curses as well as swearing. "Hopefully baby, hopefully my son is not rich Nala!"

"Ih... family stress! If it wasn't for Nirmala, then I would care about both father and son songong!"

"Gue doain the Arman is broke! Let's not keep getting heads up so people!!"

Such is the swear by the curse addressed to Arman as well as Nala. However, both of them seemed foolish, as if they would never need help from anyone. As if they could dig and bury themselves if one day the death picks up.

"Udah Nal, don't care about the neighbors less picnic!" Arman grabbed the shoulders of his eldest son. "Mending you Papa's car check," Arman suggested to his daughter.

Nala pecked with both hands crossed over the chest. "It's a cheap car, huh, Pa? How much the hell is it? Nala's ashamed to know Pa, in the case of cheap cars!"

Arman snorted and patted Nala on the shoulder. "the food... Papa says don't care about mothers. They are just like you. 300 Million cars are cheap. They cannot buy it themselves!"

The face that was originally moping is now suddenly glowing cheerfully. "Still yes Pa. although actually Nala wants a car that costs 1 M. But that's okay, this car is good too."

Arman rubbed his daughter's head. "Doain Papa dapet tender big-gedean, hence. Let me buy you what car you want."

Nala put her hands around her father's waist. "Yes Pa... Nala always nedoain Papa really, every day."

Nala nodded then let go of her embrace and approached the red-colored car parked in front of the yard. He got into his new vehicle, with eyes looking at every inch as his hands fumbled about every inch of it. "It's cool, Pa. Nala likes!!"

Arman bent his body. "Thank God you like it, Papa heard it."

"Thank you, Pa.." said Nala twirling the wheel. "Pa, mintain key dong!" tell Nala to her father.

Arman nodded and walked over to the man wearing the hat. "Mas, my son wants a test drive, which key?"

The man pulled out a black object from a box. "This sir, the key. And this is the purchase and delivery note. Please sign it when you're done ngetes the car."

Arman muttered and picked up the object and paper that the man was thrusting in front of him. "Okay, my son tried this car first. If so, I just signed the delivery note."

The man in the hat nodded his head, obeying Arman's words. "Well, sir, take it easy. Check the vehicle first."

Arman got in the car, and Nala would try her new car around the complex. During her new car drive, the spoiled girl turns on the horn constantly bothering other road users. "It's really fun, Pa! Nala can be free clubbing every night dong, if rich gini?"

Usually Aman immediately approves Nala's request, but not this time. "Pope from now on, you're less likely to hang out unclear. Papa wants your college to be more successful than Nirmala."

Nala clucked. "Papa is not happy ah! How come it's suddenly gini-rich?"

"Not a colot, just Papa wants you to defeat Nirmala. Inget yes our agreement, if this semester your value is under Nirmala ... Papa confiscate your new car!"

Nala rolled her eyeballs. "Yes-yes, I remember, Pa! Even very remembered! It's chatty, Papa!"

After circling to test the car bought by her father, Nala pulled the vehicle in front of the house and turned off the engine. He came out with Arman.

"How about Sir, the car. Okay?" ask the dealer who delivered the car. "Is there a shortage? Any komplen? But I can confirm that this car must be very satisfying because it is still new" he told Arman.

Arman threw the question to his daughter. "Where, Nal? Once upon a time, there was no complaint?"

Nala's eyebrows intertwined, indicating that she was thinking. "Em. There is no Pa. The car is okay. The interior Nala likes."

Arman took out a delivery note from his pocket and signed it. "This is it. I signed."

The dealer employee grabbed the paper signed by Arman and reached out to shake. "Thank you very much, sir. We're waiting for the next purchase."

The man with glasses nodded his head. "Well, you're welcome, Mas."

After the departure of the man wearing the red and white shirt, Nala's attention returned to her new car. He continued to stroke the red object, occasionally kissing it and leaning his head as if he was spoiling with a lover.

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