It has become my destiny
departure
Three days after the farewell. At the Biby house the fence is towering, the spacious courtyard is filled with various plants such as flowers. Two-story house with a very large size adds to the luxurious impression of elite housing that is complex Boby.
Because by the day of his departure tomorrow keamrik Boby is preoccupied with several suitcases and clothes that will be underneath with a little help from the mother (Nita). Nita folded the clothes Boby had taken out of the closet and then put them in the suitcase next to her.
"you have asked me if tomorrow you want to leave?" ask the Nita to the child only wayangnya who is still busy choosing the clothes that will be below it from the closet.
"mmmmm...." Boby stopped his activities for a moment thinking about something "if it wasn't really bun!" boby answered looking at the mother at a glance.
"why?" ask again Mother
"why what bun?" ask back boby who is back busy picking.
"yeah...why don't you ask me if tomorrow already want to go boby!!" replied the Mother with a little emphasis on her tone because of the annoyance made by the son.
"well.he's abisnya nanya bun" replied Boby flatly.
"do you have to answer first?"
"there are some things that, without being asked, will be said, maybe he did not ask you because he must feel even though he is not asked if you really want him to know for sure you will tell a story in the sense that you will tell. So you always have to ask first your story! well that's even if you think he's special, you mean Mother?" obviously the Mother with great affection.
Boby who listened to the words of the Mother walked towards him then sat on the mattress right next to the Mother sat and thought about the words of Mother just now.
"hehehe.. Mother benner too" said Boby with a cry
"new yh you?" answer the Mother to pride herself.
This Boby is**** or pretend to be*** anyway? or just found out that women are always right wkwkwk.
Women so yh girls are always right never wrong heheheeh!!..
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Rahardian family residence with wall paint that is almost all sides and corners are white combined with brown in several corners of the room. Seemed a girl busy with some work affairs.The girl is a martyr, now she holds a kemoceng in her right hand with a washcloth over her left shoulder.
kemoceng is used to clean the dust on tables and some corner cabinets are lined while the rag is used to wipe some jugs, vases, photo frames, and some other decorations.
after cleaning some house decoration syasa then replace the cleaning tool with a broom. sweat began to pour all over his body including on the white smooth face but it did not make him complain about the situation. after everything is comfortable with storing and re-cleaning all the equipment clean it and return it to its original place.
"huft... finally settled too" said Syasa while wiping the sweat on his face using the back of his hand.
it turns out tired to also clean a house this big alone but it's nothing itung this is a sport.
