Imram And Arul And My Solid Team

Chapters 70. Try It If You're Brave.

It does not feel like time is rolling, I and Arul have finished elementary school, we are currently up in second grade Junior High.

I grew into a beautiful girl and Arul grew into a handsome man, with very red lips. Which made me always envious, seeing her lips so red.

Also the nose is very perfect, and sharp with its shaded eyes, which are alluring, clean white skin, even has a high posture and an ideal body like a model, like a model, even Amira and Arul measure their height using their father's handyman's meter. Arul 165 cm and Amira 160 cm. and Arul's hair, which is rather thick but soft and slippery, and a little gondrong split in two, like a Korean idol haircut, who is currently a female idol today, who likes to watch Korean dramas.

And I just realized one thing, if Arul also has a face that is not less handsome than Korean idols.

His father made a swing on a branch of a mango tree, with a small piece of board, for a seat, and a long rope right and left, which was fastened firmly on the branch of a mango tree.

Even though we were Junior High but we never grew up.

Arul sat on the swing and I sat on his lap, and his sister I told him to push us from behind. But Arul was not angry, and we laughed happily.

And Arul replaced the one who took his sister and I pushed, and got involved with my two sisters and another friend the next day.

That's how if there's a new toy, everyone wants to feel it.

His father knitted the nets again with a rope, and made us another swing that we could lie on, whose rope was tied up in the guava tree, and the mango tree.

Asrul's house is very many large trees, there are six trees decorate the terrace. Guava trees and mangoes of different types.

Arul and I were very happy to sleep together on the swing, even though our bodies were almost overstretched and I hugged him, or sat alone in the new toy again, and the other, too, will definitely be able to feel it too.

Arul even often the arrival of friends. But I was embarrassed to join in, and just peeked out of my house.

Ever since my father exiled me for about a few months in my grandmother's house, when I was in first grade Junior High, so I turned into a tomboyish figure to be feminine.

My dad even put me in high school there, so Arul and I don't have any more. While the distance was very far, about a dozen kilos from my house, I was originally riding a bike, but because my father saw me racing with my schoolmates, who were all men, I was riding a bike, and I'm the only woman myself. My father also told me to take a public transport car.

Even told me to live with my grandmother, my mother from my mother who lives in the suburbs, and my mother's parents there are including landlords who are many rice fields, and the garden, he said, and when my mother was a child and went to school her parents were also traders of produce, such as rice and other garden produce, of which there were many men.

Bugis stilt house, which is very large belongs to my grandmother, if the lebaran is full of children's cars, under it, because almost all children have vehicles. Most of my Grandmother's children are well established.The two children are Lurah, One PNS Hospital, One Head of Service, One More PNS in the Religious office, My Mother Is Also a Teacher PNS, My Mother is also a Teacher, My uncle there is also one in Surabaya so the Police are also high in his position, and his wife is also Polwan there, while other Farmers but have several hectares of rice fields and gardens, ' he said , likewise, her husband has assets of rice fields and gardens.

In the past in my grandmother's tribe was still a thick matchmaking system in effect.

My grandmother said she had twelve children, so in the days of my grandmother, almost all women are very strong to give birth, children up to a dozen, because there is also a lot of land that wants to be processed into rice fields and gardens. And the economic life of my Grandmother's day, only lazy people worked hard.

So do not be surprised if there is a party, all the mothers - their mothers are filled with gold jewelry on their bodies, like a walking gold shop.

Necklaces up to three stackings, pul bracelets, right and left arm wrists, hands to pul rings, new very large ring size, as well as earrings that are large and wide even their pins of gold. Amira was so dizzy to see it. Even his mother had a lot of gold.

Even some of her gold necklaces are gone, because Amira often takes them off. Her mother really tried so hard her son wore gold, but Amira did not like it.

As Amira said, it is better to hit the kitchen utensils Mama, rather than using gold, eventually her mother sometimes gave up and sometimes forced her, although the gold was always eliminated Amira.

So Amira never goes to her family party, she's so anti-party because she doesn't like to wear gold. While the party for Amira is not a party, but a gold exhibition, and a jewelry store that runs, which makes his head dizzy.

My grandmother owns dozens of acres of rice fields, which she has shared with her children. The rest of Grandma kept a little for the rice field for herself, and saved her money, so that Grandma said, if Grandma died her child did not have to spend money for her.

Even told to sell the rice field that is still in Grandma's possession, if not enough cost, if Grandma was sick or died. Really good planning.

While my Grandfather had long died about five years ago, only a few days sick and my Grandfather died with an adorned smile on his face, because my Grandfather was a very beautiful man

religious, patient, and generous.

I don't feel at home with my Grandma, because I really don't like her always wetting my hair with real cooking oil, made by herself from the squeeze of coconut water.

My hair was a little blond red, only three months there was black, and there was no red blond anymore, and the neighbors were mostly women who made me a little feminine.

If I go to the market with Grandma, I start to attract the attention of other types of me, but my age, even above my age, who start mischievously wink, and want to get to know me, is my age, but I was uncomfortable and passed away, usually the man is just his dueling opponent.

Why do they like me now.?

It didn't quite fit into my logic at the time.

Even my aunt and my cousin often took me to the house of her relatives, around my grandmother's area, so I targeted the men, and started whining to her parents, she said, to keep me as his future wife to my knowledge.

But my cousin sister, named Winda, was unable to hide the secret, and told me. Which is certainly my recalcitrant answer to say.

"Just try if you dare, marry me at such a young age, I'll make sure to run away."

My sister Winda just skipped.

Right now in my grandmother's village began many men who exchanged news, even some

the parents of the Amira family, who came to bring a proposal for their child. But Grandma said that Amira is still very small, let it be if the soul mate will not run away.

Seriate.