Died Marriage

Mangos

A little boy interrupted my morning activities in the kitchen.

"Mama Nadia..." Call the little boy from outside the living room.

"Yes..." My answer. "Mama Nadia doesn't exist!"

After that, I continued my activities while singing.

"Mama Nadia..." Call back. The little boy was about five years old.

Well, I've lived in this complex for almost four years with my aunt. After returning from the village to spend time off, a lot of changes. In front of the once empty house is now inhabited by others. The house around the hall before the Aunt's house is not only empty, there are also residents are boarding children. This residential place is close to campus. So many of these housing communities.

"Yes... Wait." Wait." Reply back. I wanted to get out of the kitchen, but I looked at my clothes from my legs to my body. I wear shorts on my knees and a t-shirt on my body. That's my dress when I'm at home and I'm not at home.

Can I wear clothes like this? Well, maybe it can, because it is not yet baligh. But...

My daydream stopped because the little boy was still calling.

"Yes. A minute!"

I showed my head at the kitchen door. The house I occupied was quite simple and not spacious. The kitchen door is directly connected to the living room. In the living room there are two doors.

I put my head out a little. "Why deck?" I asked while watching what he was holding.

The boy went in to give up what he had held all along. Inevitably I had to get out of the kitchen, even with unworthy clothes in front of the little boy.

He offered the bag without saying anything.

My curiosity arose, I opened the canteen. There are two mangoes. "Where's the deck from?" Ask me, 'cause I don't know whose kid this is. I asked her like that with the intention of mentioning her parents name. But unexpectedly, the boy seemed to think and gaped at my question.

Whose child is this? Asked even dumb.

"Where's this mango from, deck?" Rework me.

Maybe the little boy was shocked at what he saw. I look 100% different when I'm outside and inside the house.

"Dad?" My hello back.

Duh, that's it. The memory of a child like this is very sharp but how else, in the kitchen there is no preparation. Everything is in the room. My grudge is upset with myself.

"Where is this mango from?" My voice was different but still showed a smile. I was very curious, so that if the one with the house came it would be easier for me to convey it.

"Huh?" I was stunned at the little boy's answer. I pat my head while laughing.

Gee whiz... The question is wrong or what. Haha

The little boy was still staring at me confused. I repeated my question, but he repeated the same answer.

"Haha. Whose son is that deck?" I held my stomach because I laughed.

"Mama papa." His reply made me laugh more.

It's possible that a suitable question for her to name her parents is 'who's your mother's name'.

I immediately thanked him. I still couldn't help but laugh until the little boy disappeared.

Hello brother...

sorry if waiting for an update but still not up. Oia, the reason why knp ngk up is because my cellphone is often Heng in typing. message WA sj jrg I bls. mkanya I often tlfn or not bls message at all.

Oia, for info up, I need to do next bkal routine up dsni like hari2 sblmx.

some might say, 'knp gaulis on laptop.'

sorry, the laptop's lg reht. ckck..

doain aja mg no obstacles whatsoever.

lopiyuuuuuuhhhh somayy 💕💕💕

this is just an entertainment story as well as info up well. yuhuiiiii..

come also so that I up nulis dsni😙.

come onl.. 🤣🤗🤗🤗

Or if the comment penetrated HUNDREDS before the next year, I will immediately up that day too.come on. you guys are my encouragement.😘

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