Idol Man, Never Leave a Trace with Hurt A Woman's Heart
Episode 116 My name is Prita Pujaningrum
The girl had just entered her house in a quiet and lenient state. But the door of the house opened both in front and back, the curtains moved in the wind.
"Where are people going? Are they not afraid of letting the door open front and back! just go away and don't close the door."
The girl then closed the door either the front door or the back. Then he went to his room, but there was the sound of someone calling his name, "Prita! Prita! You're home, aren't you?"
"Yes, I'm home, Mom!"
A fat, tall and big woman entered the house and looked at Prita.
"You must have come home to ask for tuition, right?frankly, I can no longer afford it you better hurry up and just work, son."
"No, I came home because I was on vacation. Take it easy I won't ask for my tuition payment to mom, all this time, who's paying for my school, my college, myself!"
The woman fell silent, what the girl said was all true. Ever since the little girl he's been working hard to earn money.
Since kindergarten school the little girl has been forced to go to school. He went to school and told his teacher that he wanted to go. Every day he kept doing that, appearing at the office door smiling at the teacher's mother.
A teacher eventually went with him to the house to meet his parents. The little girl's father had died while she was still in the womb and her mother was very poor. There were a lot of people in the house, who were his grandmother, om and aunt and mother.
The teacher then told what he had seen to the principal and also the owner of the foundation. Finally they gave the uniform to the little boy, shoes and bags. He can go to kindergarten every morning.
So when the other children were weeping by his new world, frightened and had to be escorted by his parents, he cheerfully, casually, walked alone to his school, no one ever accompanied him. His mother was busy selling food and food. Results are not how depleted for large family meals.
The little girl was more often alone, she looked always cheerful, never crying. They are big and helpful. He is very diligent and has a good school spirit.
Some teachers try to ask why they all ignore, especially his mother does not care about his education. Not giving encouragement never even showed up at school. All the teachers took pity on him and tried to help the little girl through to the end of her school in kindergarten.
He also asked his teacher's mother to enroll him in an elementary school not far from home. Fortunately the little girl had complete documents, her mother and grandmother would also provide the necessary letters.
The teacher at the elementary school also finally learned of the little girl's state, and praised her desire to learn. They all let the little girl come to school.
The feisty little girl was named Prita pujaningrum. She is tiny, beautiful and friendly. Her lips were always smiling, with thick lashes. Everyone outside of his home loved and loved him. He is smart, sincere and grateful, all the teachers he considers are his parents.
What he found in his home in his family was very different. Her mother never cared about her, whether she had eaten, taken a bath, had pocket money, felt healthy or sick.
There were no such questions to his little son, his grandmother also only occasionally called and gave him food.
An open environment like his family situation, where anyone can enter as he pleases, free to do anything even in front of the children gave little Prita many lessons that are mostly bad lessons. His school gave him balance and ethics lessons.
"Prita! Prita!, are you at your house?"
Just as Prita was about to take off her sweaty clothes, wanting to change her clothes with a negligee, she suddenly heard the voices of her childhood friends, and now they are both young women.
"Hey, Cing Encing, how are you! know how to go home!"
Two girls who were no less tomboyish with Prita immediately shook their bodies on the sofa that had faded its color, they put a package of food.
"I just brought by - by a little, the ticket price is now expensive."
"Therefore we bring fritters, quickly make hot and sweet tea for all of us."
"I've made him, you drink, don't go, Prita just arrived, let him rest, you guys just chat here ya."
"Ups!"
"Ok, Auntie take it easy, today we want to talk about what can be done tomorrow,"
The large woman walked forward and sat on the terrace.
A lot has changed in the house. The grandmother who owned the tenement had died a few months ago. His children have got their share.
His first son occupied the last house, then the number two occupied a tenement not far from his eldest brother.
While the house in the middle is currently given to Linda, the mother of Prita. The house was originally a family gathering place, slightly larger than the other houses. Because the tenement on the left and right is a house that was built later, for the inheritance of children.
When the children were young, they all gathered in the main house, but the years passed by the houses that were originally rented and then taken over and occupied by themselves.
At this time the house is only lived alone, Prita and her mother. It became neater and cleaner, also quiet and peaceful, unlike it used to be, boisterous low by the voices of his uncles, aunts and cousins. There was never any calm.
"Cing, you're far away from college yet?"
Yuna grabbed Prita's pretty white face, and her natural pink lips, long and pliable eyelashes.
"Can what? rowdy guys? Lagian Gwe far learn not nyari cowboy cing! Gwe nyari nyari nikilkan
gwe ama mother's life, Gwe's lifetime just live in a tenement of late crank grandmother's house anyway."
"Cakep!, Elo from small and eager to learn Prita, klo Gwe dizzy every open textbook, Gwe mending course."
"Yuna is a slacker from small, her work is just playing a doll."
"Have a lazy boy! Klo you what his name is! playboy? ngayeng ya ha ha ha."
Three different girls of the character chat until dusk, until Prita's mother disbanded the child and his friends.
"Tomorrow we go, Prita!"
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