Imram And Arul And My Solid Team

Chapter 98 Yes..Aye ..Amira Ku, No Crying Again.

Father still hesitated with the explanation of his closest friend.

Father went back to his sweet daughter.

"Son...I really want to help you son, even if you owe ten million, I will help pay son, the important thing is not to repeat again..!!"

Amira was quite touched by his father's attention, even though in that era, ten million money was very much, the salary of the PNS only, at that time only 1,200,000. per month.

My pocket money is up to 20 RB every morning to school, not yet home, ten thousand more so thirty thousand, really a lot of money. My parents are very royal to their children.

My sister, Nia, always has a hobby of making her own food recipes, watching and recording them on television, even if only she herself tasted them. If it is a matter of eating, Ana should always have many parts.

Even the story says Mama, when we were babies. Parent and Mother's PNS salary was only 700 RB per month so 1,400,000. Per month. We all bought milk cans branded for us, the most expensive in our time, until the salary of both my parents just buy milk. Because the three of us, I, Nia and Ana were only a year and two years apart, while I was five years old, he said he was still strong to drink milk.

Fortunately there are rice fields, and gardens to eat every day.

Even my mother said I was five years old still in swing too, so sometimes Dad had to use his legs to paddle me, because his right and left hands he used to paddle Nia and Ana, so sometimes he had to use his feet to paddle me, Dad was very loving.

In the Bugis tribe, children are used to sleeping in a swing.

Father's family said, I'm the most stubborn. If the night likes to cry. So Dad pretended to be two people.

Dad ran out and hit the door, then came in again, and it was as if there were bad people outside who were angry that we were making a noise.

My mom and dad can always be a great drama couple.

Mom was paddling as I saw, 'cause Mama was covering the scabbard I had in the swing, so as not to see Dad running out knocking on the door so hard.

"TOOOOKK-IN...TOOOOOKKIS.....TOOOKKK"

Then Dad ran in slowly, and said.

"YESY...IIYA...Amira ku, no cry anymore, Amira ku khan, smart child, do not bring well, especially in stored on a tree, later Amira Fall you know."

My father scares me, who loves to cry, which is my mandatory bedtime ritual.

"Wkwkwkwkwkwk"

If I'm still crying Daddy's running out again repeating his acting back.

Even Dad sometimes makes a loud gecko sound, or a howling dog. So I'm afraid, and stop crying.

"Wkwkwkwkwkwkwk"

From childhood, Dad worked very hard, took care of me, and was very dear to me, considering that my father was crying bitterly again.

"Hic..hik..hik...hik..."

Alright My Readers continues again well, the story.

From a toddler, my mother said, I was very stubborn.

Even if you run out of formula milk made by Dad, which has been filled in the bottle of each pacifier. I always crawled around in the middle of the night to get some more water, Milk Dot Nia, or Ana, because I was gone, made my sister cry, and woke Dad up to make some more milk.

Mama and my family said that our neighbors had not moved home

next to Arul's house my true friend.

After the age of six we moved in next to Arul's house. The share house from the government for the PNS at that time, namely two housing that was in the middle between a large river and a lot of waterwheels envied, namely, and behind his rice fields that may be hundreds of hectares so vast as endless.

Mama said at that time I was about four years old, Ana was still in my Mama's womb, and Nia was two years older.

If I cry even at home away from home, because I am a very cute and sweet doll-like toddler, pure white, many like to take me for their care, from my father's family.

They said that if I was in a bad mood, and cried, I wouldn't if it wasn't my mom who came to take it, I would run to my place again and roll back crying. If someone forced me to take it home.

Mama who can not walk, because her stomach has been counting the birth days are very upset with me. even told my father to send me to Grandma from Dad, out of proportion. Because it is very merciful with my attitude that is very wayward, already likes to cry, and very wayward, if there is a desire I must be carried out.

From toddler Mama and I never get along, even until I've become a girl who has been in third grade High School.

Dad was so sad to have to take me to my grandmother's house, who had to take a boat one night to get there.

Because Grandma and Brother Dad wandered out of propensi, who slowly and surely became successful there.

Grandma is very happy, with my presence, said Grandma from Dad, I really like snacks, it's six in the morning, it's already at the grocery store.

Grandma was so happy because I was not fussy that it was important not to be late for her milk, and diligently brought to the stall, and sleep fixed on the swing.

Grandma lives in Daddy's youngest sister. Her husband buys produce, and my aunt owns the largest building tool shop in the area. Even hundreds of acres. My aunt was very successful there. Everybody loves me.

But my dear Dad was always moody, and sad and for only two months, Dad lied to my mom, if there was any important duty outside the city, but ran away to come to my Grandma's city, to take me back.

Grandma was very upset and crying - crying, unwilling to give me, which Grandma already loved so much.

Unfortunately Dad was also crying - crying could not live, tampa saw me next to him.

The crying ended, and my father came out victorious.

Grandma was very upset with Dad, but I was very upset to take me home.

I'm a little girl, I don't know what if I'm up for grabs with her Mom and Dad.

Dad was so happy to take me home, despite having to see my mama's pouting face, seeing her wayward son coming back.

I always managed to make my mom, always upset with me. This cute, sweet face of mine, doesn't make my mom change her mind. Even until I had a child who had gone to college, My Mom and I still fought a lot, because we both had two different characters.

But I really love Mama, who has a very high sense of caring for her son, just too defending my sisters who I often oppress according to my version of Mama.

But according to my version, I do not oppress me just a little hard on sister, because it is wrong, and must be given firmness.

And Mama can always be the heavenly angel for my sisters, always patient with my sisters.

Seriate.