Little Miss

Little Miss
Prologues



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A woman is seen holding a small child in the hallway of the school. He looked annoyed from the look on his face while the child was crying.


"Mother ..." call the child spoiled.


"What's wrong?" The mother replied with annoyance.


"He hit, Mom. She pushed. I wept. Kan, sick, Mom if pushed," he complained to his mother.


"That kid wouldn't be looking for trouble if it wasn't you looking for trouble first." The mother began to soften.


"What did you do to that little girl, son?" The mother crouched down to equalize her height with the child.


The boy smiled shyly, "I kissed him, Mom."


The woman was surprised to hear the child.


"Do you know where to kiss that girl?" The mother asked carefully considering that she was a five-year-old.


"From mom and dad last night" he said innocently.


The woman nodded and could not say anything more.


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In a corner of a beautiful house. There was the sound of a four-year-old girl crying. His loyal servant did not succeed in persuading his young Miss.


"Non, let's get out of there. Isn't Miss afraid of the rat in there?" persuade his loyal servant, Mira.


Not coming out under the bed. The lady was crying loudly.


"What's up, Mira?" asked his master who got his little girl crying loudly.


"No idea, Sir. When I picked him up at his school. Miss is already crying," nervous Mira when questioned.


"Yes, already. Let me persuade him."


"Dad's son why are you crying? Come here with dad. I'll buy you your favorite ice cream, son," said his father softly.


From under the bed. Appeared a girl with two pigtails crying and immediately hugged her father.


"What's your son crying for?"


"I don't want to be kissed by that ugly kid, Dad. I hit him" he said with a whim.


The father was silent for a moment digesting his son's words. He still does not understand the words of his youngest favorite child.


"Indeed why is your son kissed? Where is it kissed?"


"The ugly boy kissed here" he said, pointing to his right face.


"Toky ugly kid? She doesn't have a name?"


"Yes ugly, fat same curly hair." The little girl grabbed her father's shoulder.


"Then you cried?"


"Yes dad. I don't want it if it's not my dad who kisses me. Dad was handsome, not fat and not curly hair."


It felt like the father wanted to laugh at the words of his daughter, but he could stand it.


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How's prologue? Is there anything less?


I have the character of the player.


Aveliena Josephine Jaya's


Pure Javanese girl. 18 Year old. The youngest of three children. Beautiful with long hair. Have a medium body. Proposional. Eyes like the moon. Loved by many for his hospitality and disappointment.


Salim Tubagus Malik's


Young man mixed Java and Manado. 19 Year old. Already college. The only child of a worker. Have an athletic body. The nose is sharp. White leather. Football lovers. I like a lot of people for their politeness.


Brata Tjakra Jaya's


Father of Aveliena. Successful entrepreneurs in the city. Proctive towards her child especially to her youngest daughter. The 53-year-old still has a handsome face.


Ambarwati Sekar Jaya's


Mother of Aveliena. Ordinary housewife. The same husband. Can't be angry with their kids. The gentle woman of his heart. 50 Years old with a slim body.


Jaka Putra Malik's


Father of Salim. Befriend and work with Aveliena's father. A loving and caring father. 53 Years old.


Your face can imagine for yourself.


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Surabaya, 09 January 2020


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Note: This is from the true story of my grandmother's best friend. This story is the story of the life of Salim and Ave in the past that I packed into modern.