Lara Karina's

SIRE

"Assalamu'alaykum... Karin has returned home.buuu"

"Wa'alaykumussalaam's chat.. Yes Alloh Rin, don't shout so scream son.. Girl why scream so. Kayak lives in Rin's forest" exclaimed Karin's mother as she stroked her chest.

"Have you ever lived in the woods? Fun dong, meet Tarzan. Take Tarzan's mom. Why don't you marry Tarzan. Can I be as beautiful as the bule bule ma'am.why Tarzan must be the same Jane try ma'am." said Karin while pursing her lips.

"Tarzan is there in the foreign forest, Rin. Not in the woods here. The forest here is a local Tarzan, said the Mandra" said the mother chimed Karin said.

Karin rushed towards her room while humming. A small sling bag that always accompanies wherever it is placed on the bed.

The mother followed Karin behind her.

"Rin... How did it go? graduating right? definitely graduated. I'm sure. Isn't it Rin? Graduated right?" ask Karin's mother.

"Where are you, ma'am." said Karin put on a lethargic face. He breathed a little rough. He stared at the shiny floor of the room, which was always swept morning, afternoon, evening and night. Defeat the rules of drug dosage.

"Rin.. pass what's not? how are you sad? time not to graduate? Rin.." said the mother, stroking her child's shoulder.

"If you do not graduate, we can try elsewhere, do not be discouraged son.maybe your educational sustenance is not there, Rin..."

"But I want it there, Mom. I don't like going to the Secretary's department. Must learn make up, wear a mini skirt. It's not really me mom." said Karin half sulked.

"Bak Karin wasn't accepted into the school?" said Rayhan, Karin's only brother who arrived was at her brother's bedroom door while carrying his favorite basketball.

"Who said I wasn't welcome?" sahut Karin as he opened his eyes towards Rayhan. "Udah ahh, I'm changing clothes first." Karin gently pushed her sister's body.

"Mother too.I want to change clothes first" said Karin with a big smile. The mother spontaneously came out of the room measuring 3 x 4 m2.

Cekleeek...

Karin closed the door of her room while grinning widely.

Not 5 seconds, there was a knocking sound that was knocked whole heart, soul and body.

"Rimin.. Karina Nefertiti's. You yaa.. Riin, you escaped right? I really feel mom..

tock.tok...

"Cariin... Yes Alloh... This child, very ignorant..."

"Reran.. that's a child, already want to be a student, jahilnya not reduced as well. Exactly his father. I've never been so ignorant" the mother monologued while slightly raising her head.

Cekleek...

"Yes ma'am, I was accepted" said Karin with a flat face without expression. A pink towel was slung on his shoulders. Relaxing walk to the bathroom. Before long the sound of splashing water sounded like a very heavy rain.

His mother just shook her head to see the behavior of the firstborn.

"Mom..if mbak Karin is not accepted there, do not need to be lectured only ma'am. Married aja ma'am." said Rayhan half-screaming near the bathroom.

"Rayhaaaannn. What is mating. Why am I a cow.." cried Karin, her voice booming to where it sounded.

Mother just shook her head to see the behavior of her two children. Even so, his children loved each other. Protect and protect each other.

For a moment their house looked calmer. Karin enjoys taking her afternoon bath, Rayhan is engrossed in playing basketball in the yard and mom is struggling with stitching orders from customers that are getting more and more.

Yes, the Karin family is a simple family. I work as an employee at a BUMD. Mothers receive stitching orders from neighbors around them. At the end of this, there were some new customers who even came from a place a bit far away, entrusting the materials to be stitched up by the mother. Karin was the eldest of four brothers. Rayhan is the only son in the family. After Rayhan, there are twins Dina and Dini. The Twins are always compact. The twins who often make a splashy house. There's always been them. Of his four children, Rayhan was the most calm. The other three, although women, always make the atmosphere of their homes become crowded.

Today the twins are staying at their cousin's house. The atmosphere of the house, although not arguably quiet but not as crowded as usual.

"Assalamu'alaykum.." there was the voice of the Father who had just arrived home.

Father, that middle-aged man, a man who loved his family very much. You are more relaxed and have more smiles and laughter than you are. His father, a very patient figure, according to Karin.

Before dawn, the Father had woken up and helped with homework, easing his wife's duties as their child.

It is the father who, since their child, bathes the child. Who even combed his son's hair. Mom and Dad share their duties at home. Mother who washes, father who irons clothes. Mother cooks in the morning, prepares breakfast, the father bathes and tidies his children.

For Karin and her younger sister, no one else had more patience than her father. Humorous and always smiling. They rarely see you angry. I always bring my hands with me every time I come home from work. That's what makes every afternoon, they always can't wait for you to come home from work. Like this afternoon...

"Wa'alaykumussalaam's chat... What did you bring?" asked Karin as she approached the father who had just sat on the terrace chair to take off his shoes.

He smiled and gave his hand to Karin. The enthusiastic Karin immediately opened the white plastic and took out a small brush from it. There are 4 small red and white boxes with crispy fried chicken.

"Riin. mbok ya you take father drink first, instead of directly asked by first.." reprimanded mother to Karin while giving a glass of water to the father.

Karin pursed her lips. "Yes.. sorry, tomorrow only sir.. right now it has been taken by mom... indeed you want to drink two glasses at once? If you want, Karin get it right now" Karin said, offering her sweetest smile in front of her father.

"Emang mbak nih habit.." sahut Rayhan avenged sharp glances of his brother's eyes.

"There are no noisy twins. If there are them usually I'm the same you rarely get food, Ray.." replied Karin.

Shortly thereafter, the voice of Adhan Maghrib was heard. They simultaneously enter the house.

It was late at night, but the warmth inside the Budiwiyono family house was still felt...