Imram And Arul And My Solid Team

Chapter 34. The Infant Snake, Must be Mama Cariin.

Time keeps rolling, I've been fourth grade Elementary School, Sister Nia Third grade Elementary School and Ana Second grade Elementary School.

We have a large fish pond next to the house. My sister Nia is very good at catching fish. He likes to go down to the pool, and look for a hole and put his hands together with gloves.

So don't be surprised if he gets a water snake instead of a fish in the hole. But he was very good at catching his head as it was bitten, and quickly threw it behind him, Was he not afraid of the snake coming at him ? and bite his bowed butt again, focusing again on finding fish in the other hole, not caring about the snake.

But like the snakes know my sister well, they'd rather give up and find another hiding place.

In contrast to me, I prefer to wear fish nets, if looking for fish, and of course many snakes I catch, too, and it was the Nia part that released it from the net and kept throwing the snake into the pond, so how the snake would be reduced even more. I think Nia thinks the snake is a fish as well that she needs to preserve. I can only pat the eel thinking my sister is bego, and I also can't rebuke her.

Arul and his sister just so loyal audience, they both fear dirty life, and always clean, perfect and fragrant.

The children in front of my house cheered cheerfully, we automatically kepo as usual, approached them.

"Come.you can...!!"

Go on.. beat him bego..!!"

There were five boys, cheering and busy stabbing - a small wooden skewer in front of him.

I am also the queen kepo, and my ladies and gentlemen namely, Arul, Ani her sister Arul as well as my two sisters Nia and Ana. join the kepo also dong, we also abandoned our activities to find fish and throw away snakes.

We sat in rows, and we also shook our heads.

Not a cockfight, eeh even fighting a snake boy.

They made an elongated pit, kept the snake boy locked in the rice field, and stabbed them both and complained. If the snake runs up they pull it back into their artificial hole.

"The baby snake's ass, must be his mother's carin."

I said more, even though I was interested in doing the same thing.

I also pulled Arul, and Anita and a boy my age too. To the back of my house which is very wide paddy field stretches as if endless hundreds of hectares, no matter who the owner. I was busy looking for a snake hole, like exciting also fighting snake children so.

I also did not forget to take the cloth clothes that my mother dried, I khan not Nia, who likes to catch snakes with my bare hands, I better swollen in the fist, than swollen in the bite of a snake.

We also find a hole in the rice field.

I rolled up the cloth wrapped around my finger, then put my hand in the hole, but I couldn't, only got the snake but the child wasn't there. Almost desperate. finally can also two snake cubs.

I also took him and challenged the snake boy, who was playing in front of my house.

But it's a pity that we haven't played the game in disbanding Mama Arul, who told us to give her back the snake. And shower home soon.

Me and my two sisters went to take a bath, and so did Arul and Ani.

The three of us took a shower together again at Arul's house.

Arul is very tame if my two sisters order it, cut the nails, even told to see the lice also want, if I try

giving my head directly on the toyer by him. Finally the duel happened and the sneaky way again I used to be able to oppress him.

But Arul is so good, he always helps me if I need his help.

Wherever I take him, he is his servant and I am his shepherd.

I'll take the boys to a duel, I'll call Arul. Point him if I lose help me. So if I fight and his friend wants to help his friend, whom I have defeated, Arul goes to help me.

So the enemy also knows that there is Arul as a referee, if the circumstances are fair one-on-one, but if Arul cheats dare to plunge in the field of battle to defend me.

I'm a woman, but very immune to blows. Maybe because there are too many men around me, and the wayward is also not inferior to me.

Even I want to sell guava, and fish in the market, Arul also wants to accompany me.

We sat squatting near the fishmonger, and began to hold our wares. Even though we are surplus to pocket money also from parents.

But unfortunately the first sale, we both even caught my father in the market, we saw his shoes we thought eeeh buyers. After deeh I got lectured. Threatening me, if I repeat it again, will not love any more pocket money, and decided my school, and told me to be a fish trader and water guava in the market, even want to capitalize me.

My father really had the bright idea of crippling my interest again selling fish and guava. Because if he hits me, he already knows the answer..I will have more ambition to do it.

What my father could do if he scolded me, told me first to ablude so that he said the devil ran away, told me to pray Sunnah two rakaat just started to speak very softly and wisely, although not making the talk go in my ear, it makes me sleepy, makes my mother upset and face nauseous expression and staring at the jantas of the two of us who were sitting cross-legged facing each other.

My father sometimes talks about me because I like to fight, and realize my status is a woman not a man.

Bathing in a huge dam reservoir, with the water bubbling big, even I followed my friend up on the wheel of the reservoir and jumped salto to the water.

"It's not me who's wrong Dad, Dad's house is facing a reservoir of rice field irrigation water How can I not be good at swimming and salto. " I just grumbled in my heart. But still patiently heard my father who smiled sweetly preach, in his mind what he said I digested very well, when

"i just love you, Dad."

And my mother chose to enter the room, because my mother if faced with me very much the ultimate weapon. The pot, the spoon, the sandals were very easy to float on my lips and my face and the ultimate mainstay was a little chilli some seeds she was tenacious on my face, she thought my face was her tear in the kitchen.

Even though my father always told me to run away, if my mother goes into the kitchen, take the ultimate weapon.

I don't want to run away, even though my father pulled me, I'm very proud to do it.

Sitting back and forth received my mother's blow, which had already supplemented my suffering with the bonus of her very noisy nagging in my ears.

My father can only grimace like he is in pain, if my mother punishes me this very wayward.

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