Hand Scribbles Fad.
Still About Lea.
Hi-hi, hello, hello, good morning, afternoon, evening, and night to all of you. Still want dong same I am beautiful but not very pretty. Still dong, yes, yes dong, hmm, hmm.
Aha, if you forget let me stimulate your memory back. In the last chapter I told you about my family. There's Nurhasanah my mother. There is Rudiat, my handsome and ugly husband. There's Nasmi, my little brother take me. There's Ardi and Arti, both my sons. And myself, of course the cheerful Leah. How, you remember now, hmm, hmm?"
For this time I will scream about my mother's nyinyirnya, understand that the mothers nyinyir. Fortunately I am not a mother, I am only a woman with two children status. What's the difference, different names if you don't understand.
By the way, I've been having super-duper headaches lately. Not if my two children are busy learning their lessons. One more active time, the other serious time. The meaning is busy crossing the walls of the house, all the walls that were plain white, now are full of abstract images or beautiful circles that WOW once.
On the other hand, Ardi even seriously learned to calculate multiplication, division, addition, and reduction. The most annoying lesson that if it can be eliminated. If you agree, it means we're a server friend.
My kind husband was not arrogant, did not talk much and just kept quiet to see his son crossing various pictures on the walls of the house. There is an arrangement of numbers that are not sequential, next to it there is an incomplete alphabet and scattered between the upper and lower case letters, on the other hand there is a picture of a typical scene of Kindergarten children once. You know what it is if you have a sister or a child at home.
Not that it does not want to repaint, but what good if it will be doodled again. Mending money bought more useful, such as rice or gas. Then my boy stopped scribbling, then the wall was replaced with a new color.
Neighborly problems do not need to be confused, I will live with my family, not my neighbors. Whatever they want to say, the important thing is that I still breathe, yes I don't really care. I feel like I've been friendly enough and never bothered them.
I'm not a neighbor who likes to socialize. I'm a housewife who really takes care of her work. Even the name of the next door neighbor I just do not know, it's lucky I still know where Mr. RT's house. If not, I would be an illegal citizen here.
Hmm, so long ago, yes from me. Don't forget Lea, this beautiful and cheerful one. I'll stop by sometime to say hello if there's time. Now I want to be busy taking care of the house, going back and forth the land, want to actually tile, want to wash and dry, all you want to listen to the Indian version of the style of mother-memak times now that is loh.
