Imram And Arul And My Solid Team

Chapter 39. Take Another Duel, Let Me Serve.

Time continues to roll as usual, Wa ku on nak Imram, no reply words.

That morning, I had no other job, nor did I recall my childhood with Arul.

Arul Flashback

We were in the fourth grade of Primary School.

My mom sells ice wax beans ijo, brown sugar

.Usually my mother takes it to school, and if it's out playing, at break time, I wait for the ice squat in front of the class.

I'm very tomboyish, but cute and pretty face.

There are no naughty male friends I don't duel with, if I challenge me.

I'm very upset if a friend who is the opposite sex, likes to look for trouble with me.

Like today, they sing but their tone makes fun of me, I don't know they're so good with my life.

Are they not playing, duel with me.

As of today, there are four of my classmates, my opposite sex. They sang, but said my name, my address and even the river dam in front of my house.

They also sing.

the lyrics of the song Rasa Sayange by Paul Pea, from the city of Maluku, and change the lyrics with a mocking tone, well I hold my patience first, then I lunge one - one of them.

"Road - way to the path of the rose, I saw there was a big dam, a lot of water.I think the crocodile swam....

Feelings ngeeeh.rasa sayaaang.apai - babeie.see Amira bathing in the river...

that dirty water of his.really very disgusting."

I was still holding my patience, and started singing the same song, but I changed my tone with a sweet smiling face.

It just so happened that my friend was the son of a merchant in the market, so I started singing.

The way to the market, on Sunday.... I saw a seller of eggs.., also a chicken seller.., also an onion seller.., and a vegetable seller.., I think, their father again sells, it turns out his son is forbidden to play ...but in order to sell..

Sayange Taste ..Please dear nge, kasian right child people are told to sell.

Every one of me who knows their lives, even if they are the first, still makes them emotional, hears my song, and comes to me.

Two of my four friends singing mock songs came to me, while the other two friends cheered.

"Come on.beat him, you can be a friend."

Said Irwan and Andi who became the profocator.

My word began to fiercely challenge.

Anton and Dika immediately kicked and I certainly repelled, as usual and hit, some of my friends also hit me, but their punches did not work on my body, and it made me even more ambitious to keep hitting and kicking them one - one that I could get. And always agile to avoid their blows, even though they hit my body occasionally.

I always run in front of the blackboard because it is wide, to hit each other and I avoid blows with lues.

No teacher ever saw, because they were busy with their gossip activities in the office while eating.

Parents in my era are not fussy, if the child is hit and pinched by the teacher, even supportive.

If his son was beaten up by his friends even his parents even hit him again, why he said he could be defeated.

So we fight, stop alone and quickly get better again, and keep the fight secret to the teacher, and parents, instead of defending instead we will be in a cockfight. who loses and wins .the turn of the teacher who adds to the suffering of the loser, and who wins everything in the jewel, or told to stand up and turn his own ears.

So this is how hard the life of a small child in my era, must fight and if tired and lost playing tos deeh and praise deeh who has not given up.

So fantasizing about deeh, I also stayed focused on my four opponents, who were shameless about gnawing at a woman, but I was surprised, too, my female friends were nothing quite as stubborn as me. And my male friends just bother me, like they don't think I'm a woman.

If they want to grab my hand, I immediately pull over and kick hard, the fight goes fierce, and always those who raise their hands give up can no longer get hit by me, he said, though they also have some that hit my body, although I mostly fend off and avoid.

I've gotten used to fighting in the rice fields behind my house, with my friends.If we play the colossal drama Brama Kumbara, and Mak Lampir Even with messy, power-mad immigrants. I'm a woman but my body is already immune to blows.

My pure white skin has a lot of bruises, but I don't care.

The other friend just watched, and was lazy to see our drama, just quarreled before long I got better, behind my harsh nature, I was the forgiving type, finished the business finished the problem.

The friend I was dueling, started coming to me and taking the tos, and gave a thumbs up if I was great, then things got better again as if nothing had happened. I even talked to them again.

On the back bench, all around me are my opposite sex. I wear a short skirt but always wear shorts in the fabric of my skirt, for the preparation of karate sports with my nosy friend.

They put a rubber snake in my bag, just as I opened I just relaxed. Don't they know it's rainy season ? many of the paddy snakes came into my house, and I, while learning, only raised my legs, lazily caught the snake.

Because there is also my father and my brother who is good at catching snakes. Even my mother sometimes even overlapped the snake under her back, was rolling. Mom likes to sleep on the floor.

I just don't like fun, I could have brought them. But I Amira just likes it

facing problems, not looking for problems.

Moreover, I am lazy to catch snakes, if I do not wear cloth, I am the laziest because I always get bitten, I am lazy to see my skin swollen and itchy and rough shape.

If Arul is afraid of snakes, already knows his snake is running away, he is also busy running away.and snakes around my house, favoritism no one wants to enter Arul's house, just my house.

At that time I thought that Arul's father, there was a science of snake antidotes.

Seriate.

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