IF YOU ARE A FOOL

New Child Gede

"Kayra Princess Almahira"

Well, that's the name my parents gave me. Often I find the writing of that name in any place. Kamling posts, roadside trees, even sidewalks around the house. Since entering Junior High I often get interference, whether it's from people I previously knew, new friends at the new school, upperclassmen, upperclassmen, even from people whose names I don't know.

Often it passes in the ear "like a doll". But whatever their perception I don't have to respond to it, right?

I am not of white descent, a pure Javanese native. It just so happens that my skin is relatively white compared to the Javanese in general, who are on average yellow. With high plump, curly hair, brownish eyeballs. I don't know what mom was when she was pregnant.

Feeling stupid with names written in any place. Mama or papa may also occasionally know, fortunately not a problem. Maybe they understand that his new son is starting to have fans everywhere (uhhhuk uhhhuk 😂 kedondong).

Because we were very close in the family, or maybe more precisely they believed that their little girl would stay awake.

Often also the package came to the same name "Kayra Putri Almahira" lucky mama did not ask too much detail, only occasionally said "the brother likes to shop online"

"again promo ma" hahhaa, the weakness of women in the word "promo" well, but do not know what engineering the seller did before pinning the word.

Already almost 1 cardboard of mineral water glass of collected items. It is written from the same store delivery, and at the end it is written the initials RPA. Once several times open at the beginning, before finally almost every month the package comes. Bored or whatever, just be reluctant whenever it looks from the same sender.

Several times that I opened, the contents of the package were none other than acc girls. It's true that I like to wear acc replacements, but there is no interest in packing the foreign goods.

Once upon a time the letter came in Arabic, at the lower right end marked "Rahardian Putra Argantara". Perhaps also because the initials show his name so reluctant.

" sister, mama's going to the bookstore. Wanna come? " mama opened the door, startling me.

"no ma, again PW"

PW in front of the TV??? the mind goes everywhere.

"yas my mom stayed"

"eh ma, where's HP kay? want to call Melan donk" mumpung deserted house, a chance to chat about yesterday. Early in the morning, my dad was gone too.

I dialed Melan's number, after a while of being picked up too.

"dead house neng" I said briefly

"ok glide" already understand by code only, long time together.

Because Dian is so often at home and appears between the 3 houses, so I was more worried. Melan who so more often maen to the house.

"it's safe at home"

Melan has stepped into the house.

"no ah, rather than suddenly appearing"

(I led Melan into the room)

"look" as I pointed at the cardboard box containing a mysterious object.

"whatts? this much? (with a tone of shock and head bobbles)

"bener-bener's sister. What do you want kay? "

"disposed, or burned maybe" I replied as long as I could, with my eyes fixed toward the TV

"hush, as long as you. Honey ah, it's all new again. Just make me that"

"hemmp" I just cleared my throat, it's not really what I want to talk about. But more on his mother, well.the hatred of ustadzah makes me restless.