Lala The Dancer

Lala girl crybaby

I've been decorated. A small barricade is attached to my waist. With black interior decorated underneath. Also the crown is shaped like a cucumber. I'm beautiful hihihihi I like to dress up like this. My hands are trembling waiting to show up. My mother is still beside me. Accompany me until I get on stage.

"Ma, Lala is afraid," I said, shaking Mama's hand in my hand. Mom smiled. He bowed, aligned his height with me.

"Before appearing, take a deep breath and exhale. Do it three times. It will reduce your stinginess. It's a little drink" Mama said as she handed him a small bottle of mineral water. I shake and drink it.

"Did Mama do it too? Does your mom often perform on stage?" my many. Mama shook her head.

"Mama is only often sent the race first, only witnessed by several judges and other participants. Mama got the trick from your Om," said Mama. His eyes looked far away. I'm nodding. I was the one who said I was an artist. I have heard stories about him a few times.

"Po's spirit" said Hector, appeared behind Mama's back.

"Pa po pa po!! I'm Lala. Vanila, not Po," I rented. My other brother laughed.

Hector's quiet, but talking sucks. He never called Mbak Lala or what a nice cake. Call him Po. He thinks I'm a member of the teletubies. But my nickname Lala became a member of the last teletubies. That's Po.

"But you look more like Po than Lala. Moreover, Vanila hahhh your name is too good," said Hector. I slapped his arm. He just grinned. Arguing with Hector turned out to make me forget my tension.

I was with three other friends. We nari peacock. The dance that Bu Joyo said symbolizes the behavior of male peacocks that show off the beauty of their fur. Dibahuku draped scarf patterned feather beautiful peacock.

I saw Papa and Mama in the audience seats. Also Mbah Kung and Hector. As the music ended applause was heard from the audience. I saw Mbah Kung applaud the most. His hand also pointed at me. I'm a happy smile.

I went off stage to be greeted by my mother.

"Great!! Mama's son is great. Your movements are pretty, like real peacocks. You're a great Mama's son. Mama is proud of you" said Mama as she hugged me. Hector always followed behind Mama come along.

"You if Nari looks pretty Po. It's not rich in teletubis, but if you don't know it's not pretty anymore" Hector said. Just ignore. I have no intention of gelud with him.

I ran to the side of the stage. I saw Papa and Mbah Kung there. I ran towards them.

"Wooo here's Papa's little dancer. It's great! Lala is great," said Papa, crouching down. We cuddled. I really want to know this my dad. If he didn't work out of town. I also hugged Mbah Kung. He rubbed my back with love.

"Lala beat Mbah?" I still ask to be praised. Hihihah.

"Great dong, of course great grandson Mbah. You look like an angel. Mbah Kung confused your bedain as an angel," whispered Mbah Kung.

"From no one's fuss, Mbah, Po is too chatty" commented Hector. Mama smothered Hector's mouth.

"Today don't tease your brother Tor" Mama told Hector.

Event finished. I went home with Papa. An Om Om approaches Papa. Papa smiles. They hugged.

"It's been a long time. You look old." They were talking to me. I was tired of getting in the car and sleeping.

A boy was behind Om's back. Haaa..... Mas karate taker queue cerpes!!! I immediately glared at him. He approached.

"Your eyes can fall if they keep glaring" he said. I got pissed. Pushed body. Not move. My small posture is far different from her rather fat body. He laughed mockingly.

"Eat a lot!! A little kid is so good at fighting!!" he said while grimacing. We got a quick look. I finally cried Papa.

"The mom's naughty Pa.... Why am I a child, but he is a kegedean," I said as I tearfully. Papa patted my back.

"Udah is not papa, Lala is still a child," said Papa just make me cry. The parents laughed. No one believes me.

***

Farel was waiting for me in front of his house. Stand up as I run closer.

"Good dong, said Mbah Kung I look like an angel if nari," I said proudly. Farel laughing.

"Emang bidadari like you. Just meet you every day" he said. I laugh. We talked what. I always talk to Farel. We've been close since toddlerhood.

We were confused what to play. I'm tired of talking here.

"Main what's good about La?" ask Farel.

"See, what good... Cook the yuk!" invite me spirit.

"Don't want to.... Yang laen's. Play cuisine always you are the seller," said Farel. We finally climbed the tree again. Viewing the school in mini form. It's delicious here.

We came down when we wanted magrib. But my foot slipped. My footing on the tree trunk missed. I didn't get to hold on. Falling pretty hard on the ground. I cry hard. Farel panicked and hurried down.

"Sick La? Here I help you stand up" said Farel. I even cried out loud. Farel was confused and ran towards my house.

Papa came to check on me for a second. Then carry me and take me home.

"You also went home to Rail, this already wants magrib," Papa told Farel. He nodded in the house.

"Is anyone sick?" ask Papa. When we were home. Papa put me on the living room couch. I pointed at my back. Papa checked it out for a second.

"It's just a bruise. No papa Darling. Rubbed oil yes, let it warm and no longer hurt," said Papa while looking at me. I'm nodding.

"Mbah Mar.. Get some rubbing oil!" papa's orders. Mbah Mar comes with a special scented rubbing oil. Papa rubs it slowly.

"It's just a little bruising. Why cry if you climb yourself?" tanya Papa rubbed the rest of my tears with the back of her hand.

"But Lala will fall Pa, sick." I replied.

"That's called risk, son. You climb, there is a possibility of falling. Like earlier, you push the mas first, but you are crying. Funny right? You don't have to cry if you start yourself. Think before you act. Every act has its risks. Okay," said Papa. I'm speechless. Papa rubs his waist with oil again.

"Where are you going to play tomorrow?" asked Papa after she had oiled my back.

I was excited and immediately forgot the pain on my waist. Confused to say tomorrow with Papa. Rare things I rarely feel.

"Torr, Sentoooor where are you going tomorrow?!!" I shouted while looking for Hector around the house.

He was playing with Mbah near the garage.

"I want to go!!" said Hector spirit.

"Not water safety," I would argue.

"Fishing!!"

"Water park !!"

"Bait Pooo!!! Just fish!!"

"water park. Swimming pool!!" we keep arguing. Mbah Kung just looks at it while smiling at the head bobble. Finally, my mother decided.

"We swim, then we eat fish," cried Mama from the kitchen. Preparing dinner with Mbah Mar.

"Now take a bath there, it's been a very late afternoon" ordered Mama. Hector and I went back to taking a bath in Mama's room.