END OF LIFE THE LITTLE GIRL WHO IS ALWAYS IN THE BULLY

END OF LIFE THE LITTLE GIRL WHO IS ALWAYS IN THE BULLY

Part 2 (IN A LITTLE FRIEND'S BULLY)

"Dina what are you doing? " Tanya mamah to me. "it's okay mah" I replied. It's great to see a chicken floundering with fresh blood here and there because the chicken I slaughtered with a kitchen knife had mamah it had torn the skin of his neck.

" Geez Dina ! " Mamah was very surprised to see me who was satisfied to see the suffering of the chicken.

" What are you doing, son? " mama's voice is a little choked up. " The big chicken is already bothering the little chicken mah, she is eating the food that is being eaten by the little chicken "I explained "But it should not be so, he said, they're just animals that don't have a mind, don't ever hurt let alone kill it's not good baby ".

That morning I was assigned to look after my two sisters, who were one year and three years old, I accidentally saw my cousin through my front door, looks like he's going to the next door to buy something.

I ran out calling and intercepting her, I stood in front of my cousin Yuli, she was one of the members of the group of friends who liked to bully me, she said, but I know Yuli never bullied me, I know she just kept quiet and didn't follow along like other friends. It's just that if a friend of a friend runs around he also runs either chasing what, or avoiding what.

I blocked Yuli from her journey so she couldn't make it through Karna's path. I raise my hand, I hide it to my four fingers and I show my little finger clearly "Yuli is better? I want to have friends, you want to be friends with me ? " I looked at Yuli expectantly. Yuli was silent for a moment, she said nothing she just nodded, I smiled happily.

I let Yuli continue on towards the stall, and I ran happily towards the house .

Since then I always left food for yuli, two candy seeds or a small cracker pack, I gave it silently silently, I was glad that Yuli would accept my gift, even though we were silent because we were afraid of Isah, he would be furious if he knew Yuli made up for me, even so I remained happy because I knew there was still one friend who did not hate me.

" Dina can you please help sell this cake dear ? " Pinta mamah to me while I was scribbling pencil scribbles on my shabby book.

" May mah origin in love wages jigohan four yes, Dina do not want to sneak "welcome me excitedly.

The Jigohan is a twenty-five silver coin.

I went to the market with a tray of cake.

I sat down to the tray without offering the cake to everyone who passed by .

A few meters from where I sold I saw a teenage boy smile at me, I just shut up no matter what his name is but I know his house is still around me.

I still remember when I saw me, they always kissed me on the cheek.

Cake cake that I sold out is not left, I can't wait to go home, want to immediately bill a promise mamah who want to love me jigohan four, happy to taste.

"Heh son of a crybaby selling huh ? " i turned to my left "Isa "my mumbling as soon as my chest rumbled, for some reason if I saw her face wanted me to scratch her, so she would look ugly.

But I was not as brave as my lust, my guts to see his stature is much higher than me, I kept quiet and continued the journey to go home.

Isah pulled my napan quickly, and I could not avoid the Metal money that I kept on the empty tray scattering.

I picked it up while not being able to hold back tears, I don't know how much money everything was, I don't know if any money was thrown away from where I was standing or not.

Isah laughed with satisfaction, with a broken feeling I went home, I told mamah.

It just so happened that my dad was at home and he heard all my stories.

" That brash son of Hartono, he needs to be taught a lesson ! " father's face flushed and mamah so difficult to pull the hand of the father so as not to go out of the house let alone to hit the Hartono mang.

Every time I go to the kitchen somehow this hand always wants to reach for the knife, yes the knife is always used mamah to slice kitchen spices, if there is a chance I always hold the knife, if there is a chance I always hold the knife, I lifted up slowly, instantly shadowing Isah's face.

As usual if the morning before school mamah asked me to take care of my two sisters, my one-year-old sister crying, it turns out my other sister has taken her sister's pacifier.

I quickly stood up as soon as I ran into the kitchen I was looking for the knife yesterday.

While mamah shouted from the direction of the bathroom "Dinaaaa are you what your sister to cry so? "

I ignored the yelling, my eyes searched for the knife, and I finally found the knife, the knife I looked at every day.