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Hi, my name is Lea, for ages, I hope you didn't ask. Why, because I hate to tell you my exact age, not just me, I don't think every woman in the world likes it when her age is questioned.
I am not a person, the house is just a small plot of rent. But I'm quite happy living together with my family. There's a kind and a little chatty mom, there's a dumb smart sister, but pretentious to know everything. Two pairs of little angels complement my life, and of course if there is a little angel, there is a companion in my life.
Have I not told you that I am married, if I am sorry, maybe I forget a little because of the habit of forgetting my status.
Let me introduce my family to you, starting with my beloved mother. My mother's name is Nurhasanah, commonly called Bu Nur. Good, friendly, generous, if angry like to explode.
Second, my husband is not handsome but not ugly as well, like the lyrics of the song 'Which is mediocre' to be exact. The man was patient, never shouted angry let alone hit. The laundry business he bore, he said I only had to focus on our two angels. Isn't that because, I think it's really cool. When about loyalty is still questioned, but until this moment he is loyal, hopefully in the future also remain loyal.
"Three, my blackest sweetest sister train-style. Name, Nasmi. The person cannot be silent, every second there is always something coming out of his mouth. The nickname of the relentless train is perfect for my sister. He's not smart, but he's always smart in everything. Though the only thing that is relied upon is Mbah Gugel on his phone.
My four sons, his name is Ardi. A little bit of a coward, a whiny, and a hobby of eating. However, I don't know why he never got fat despite eating as much as anything. It could be a factor of descent times yes.
My five daughters, her name is quite short and easy, Arti, it's the name I made for her right when she was born. The little boy looked up and always did his best. Cute, cute, gemesin. This is according to a survey sekampung loh yes, not my personal opinion as his parents. Sometimes they are brave, sometimes they are afraid. Sometimes smart, sometimes lazy he thought. Well, anyway sometimes it was.
Someone asked where my father was. He's gone, gone, has a new family. Meet, maybe it's harder than finding a needle in a haystack. Forget about him, I used to have a surrogate father too, wanting to know how he was. I'll tell you later.
A typical morning, with the weather and atmosphere as usual. There was nothing special until the chief mother in the small contract shouted out loud enough. "Sister, are you awake yet? School, today?!" loud shouts made without caring for neighbors may be interrupted.
"Already, ma. What sister's breakfast?" reply to the child without shouting.
"In the kitchen, my mom was cooking fried rice with cow's eye eggs" said the mother. The firstborn rushed to the kitchen ten thousand kilometers away, joking. Ten steps did not come true.
"Ne, breakfast first, the ulcer will be crammed again. The porridge is ready!" lea told her mother to eat.
"Yes, yes, not yet hungry, told to eat, eat, and eat!" the mother grumbled as if annoyed, even though she was smiling happily because she was noticed.
"Sir Lea, he said cow's eye eggs, how come his eyes are gini, anyway?" nasmi protest pointed to the egg on his plate.
"Jiah, Brother Lea sa ae, brother. Very cool is the same big brother's brain is thin and cepet muter think the answer!" nasmi said half in praise.
"Although the original answer, ye," the mother chimed in while blowing her porridge.
"Let's get an answer!" bela Rudiat, husband of Lady Lea.
"Ho'oh, the answer is too, but the value is different," said Nasmi chuckling.
Raising his small, short hand. It looks so cute and cute with a pile of fat in her hand. "Why baby?" lea asked with full attention.
"Said Bu gulu, if it can be zero to home in ten goleng," he said with an adorable lisp. Ahh, my son is indeed the adorable queen from birth.
"Fried as an egg, huh de? Tomorrow's brother dapetin zero, make adek!" chirp Ardi while rubbing his sister's hair full of affection.
"Thank you, bang," said the meaning that does not understand at all if the value of zero is bad.
"Find his zero which is two, yeah bang. Do not forget to invite number one to pick the zero?!" my mother said full of threats.
Nasmi laughed, Meani clapped, the father was busy copying while reading the newspaper (Used newspaper, anyway), the grandmother was busy spending the porridge in her bowl.
That's how my house is every day, sometimes noisy, sometimes lonely, sometimes crazy, sometimes it's the point. But we kept getting along well, there was food still divided equally. Our lives are happy without lies. Even if there is a problem, there is never a meaningful fight. Only a small difference of opinion can be taken care of easily.
The house was quiet once the children went to school, my mother also sometimes went to her friend's place and came home at lunch. My husband ate at work, of course he brought the supplies I prepared. If I'd followed my youngest son to his school. Preventing a kidnapping is better than waiting for it to happen.
If the kidnapper wants to be exchanged for me it's okay, otherwise the address stays in place. Not me, but the kidnapper. Because at any time I won't let them go until they release my children.
Hedeh, think about the kidnapper even spread this wide, yes. Yes, I want to accompany my son Arti to school first. We'll continue again.
