Imram And Arul And My Solid Team

Chapter 33. Be Careful If You're Fouling It.

I went back to my room, and my husband entered the night ship.

I am also sad to remember the memories of my father and Arul.

Dad and Arul's flashback

That afternoon as usual, I made my mother angry again. She really dislikes it when I bully my sister, and says my sister by the name of the beast An*ing.

My father, who once also hit me with wood, went to bathe in a big river and salto on a reservoir mill following my male friends, because I am a tomboy and brave figure.

I couldn't walk for three days, which traumatized my father because I didn't want to say the word Forgive me, my father told me to say the word Forgiveness to stop hitting me, but I'm very proud to say it. Finally my father kept beating me and I just kept quiet to endure the pain of tears.

Since then my father never touched me again and always stood up for me and if he advised me, he told me to wudhu first, and the Sunnah prayer the two new rakaats he sat lecturing me very softly and gently. Even I pretended not to know if every prayer shabuh, my father came near my head and blew the Prayer.

My mother slapped my mouth, and said.

"Behold if you run, wait for me to get the little chili I smash in your brazen mouth."

As usual, I stared in annoyance and quietly waited for him.

Seeing my mother enter the kitchen, my father immediately jumped up and ran in front of me, persuading me to run away, but as usual I just stared cynically at my father, it was my prestige to do so.

My mother came and my father could only scratch his head. My father loved my mother very much, he did not want to defend me brightly - Karna's vision would only make things worse.

There were four little chilies she instantly smashed on my lips and face. My father closed his face.

"Indeed if you fan it, your mouth is more and more there is no ethics, you are very stubborn never at home, always playing somewhere, always playing somewhere, come back home to bully your sister and say something animal, so you take me for an animal."

My mother as usual nyerocos tampa pause, my father can only grimace to see me.

But I'm Amira, a very high-priced, and very wayward girl. The harder I get the more challenging.

I just kept the heat and pain on my cute face, and the white was clean but red. I just kept quiet and kept staring haughtily.

My mother went into the room, and kept ranting.

"Be aware that you wash your face.."

My father didn't waste his chance and said.

"If you had taken Dad's advice, you wouldn't have experienced it."

Just go to the kitchen wash your face, I go in the room close the door and you run wash your face.

I don't care if I leave my house and go to Arul's house next to mine.

I went to the well and washed my face with soap. My mother, if she went into the room, would go straight to sleep. Moreover, my father has entered also in his room.

Arul saw me, and I entered with him into the house.

But my face was still sore and hot, and I washed my face again.

The pain and heat are no longer felt. I went back to Arul while watching TV. Arul also began to ask.

"What's wrong with your face ?"

I also looked at him.

"It's Mak's habit of dropping by, attacking me again with his little chili gun."

Arul.

"Haha...."

I was upset and immediately hugged his neck, stuck it on my chest.

Arul also rebelled and released my hand.

"Yes.yes, pardon deeh..."

I released it too.

"Actually what are you saying, so your mama is angry..."

That's how Arul has always been with my life.

I told her, she laughed but kept her mouth shut.

"Ooh Yaa.still mending you, when we quarreled, and I threw you with a small stone in your window. Because of your mother, keep your mama angry, and yell resentfully scold me. You know what happened to me."

I also shook my head.

Arul looks at me with a sad face hoping to be pityed.

"My father and mother hung me with a sarong, and my head was down."

We also crumpled together, Arul began to tickle me, and I also did the same thing we hugged each other while tickling in each other's bodies. Until we got tired and fell asleep with one pillow in front of the TV.

Arul and my father always supported me, even though I did the wrong thing.

I woke up after Arul. I went to his dinner table and ate as usual. Arul got up and sat down beside me.

I also started scooping the rice and side dishes and gave it to Arul, to feed me. He stared very annoyed I always bullied him.

I also harassed his body again, carrying my hand to grip his vital instrument, even though I had not pressed hard. Arul also brushed my hands and began to bribe me to eat and he also ate, although his gaze was very upset and careless to me, but he still fed me. I'm very wayward but the original is very nice to Arul.

I also like to kiss her cheek even licking it. If she keeps wiping it off. She finally doesn't wipe it anymore. Arul a very clean child does not want to open sandals if playing, does not want to play the ground, he is a lover of cleanliness.

We were already 3rd grade SD, we if the bath together have been asked to use ************** by mama Arul. Unlike still Kindergarten and first grade Elementary School, I often shower with cover, I was very close to Arul but often also duel.

Seriate.