Love Tactics

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^^^13-July-2012^^^

^^^Myhouse^^

👑I entered a minimalist house but impressed magnificent.

I came home earlier than yesterday because today is Friday which indeed the whole school ordered its students to go home sooner than any other day, except the pesantren (not ponpes) are closed. The room looked silent, no commotion had occurred but within a matter of a few minutes.

There was a noise of goods falling and followed by..

"Ouch... Rian don't kick dong!!" the ear-splitting sound of the boy's screams made me flinch at the first rung of the stairs. Not long after that scream was heard again.

"Aush.aaushh... Mama!!! Mama!! Rian narik brother Ma's hair!!!" Shout her by shouting the word mama.

Immediately I threw my bag onto the sofa and I sped up my steps up the stairs afraid something might happen to them up there. The noise in the room sounded so clear that it made my heart beat so fast.

I was in front of the closed room. Immediately I pulled the door algae and entered in in a hurry.

My room is so messy that the market is no longer a broken ship. On the floor there is rice that has been destroyed or rather sticky porridge scattered where. An upturned bowl, a spoon sitting on top of my study book, a pillow strewn about where.

I took a breath before starting the fight. It would be nice to prepare the mental and energy to make the fight much more exciting and stressful.

"Who's messing with brother's room?" I yelled and approached them, which was an eight-year-old boy sitting on the floor in a sticky shirt with porridge. While on the bed a two-year-old toddler sat while looking at me with glassy eyes. I don't have the heart to scold him.

"Not me brother but Rian," pointed at the toddler who was still looking at me with a terrified look. I can't believe he did it.

"Lying" I said and pinched the cheek of my sister, who was four years younger than me. While my very small sister laughed when she saw me torturing her brother's puffed cheeks.

"Sakiuitt..," he cried and tried to release my pinch on his cheek.

I also lowered my hand and walked towards the toddler who was still laughing in a sitting position, the hand that held the soles of the feet. I lifted her body and sat on my lap.

My other brother just snatched. My treatment of them is different. Since I prefer to pinch her puffed cheeks while my other sister, I don't have the heart to pinch her so I just kiss her hehehe.

"Silver sister" he said and left my room. Sniping.

I don't really care. My eyes only focused on the little boy who kept looking at me with his brown eyeballs.

"Bang Maheer seems to be craving again. You fuckin' mess up brother's room" I kissed his cheeks white, snow-white.

His lips that had been smiling had now dropped to carry. He hinted that he would cry and scream.

"Ehh cup cup. My sister was just kidding. No baper ok," Persuade me while kissing her cheek a few times and luckily she pulled a smile as if understanding what I said.

I play his finger holding my palm. She was so tiny and her skin was as white as her face. Coupled with my hands that are brown in color is very contrasting.

Rian started yawning and leaning against my chest. He's already asleep. His legs that had been sitting cross-legged were now straight ahead. I fixed his sleep and put his head on the pillow.

I change clothes in the walk in closet first. After that I cleaned my room. I should have had lunch by now but seeing things around made me have to put it off. I took a tissue at my study table to wipe away the scattered porridge. I removed the trail of porridge on the cover of my book because the spoon had a little porridge. I took all the pillows that had fallen on the floor and put them on the bed beside Rian.

The cup that was overturned I immediately took it and brought it down to the sink. When I entered the kitchen I saw Maheer sitting on the pantry reading a book blocking his face.

I don't care. I want to keep the bowl in the sink right next to it. Maheer still did not know my whereabouts, so as to bring up the idea in my brain, I stored the bowl violently so as to make a sound. Maheer looks at me briefly and then goes back to reading his book. Pura pura doesn't care about me apparently, okay.

"Which mom?" Ask and sit next to him.

Maheer looked uneasy and got off the pantry. I felt offended and glared at his back which was walking out of the kitchen. Really not polite.

"I never taught him to be vengeful" I murmured.

"Heyy where's Rian?" Ask someone who is awakening my daydream. It turns out that mama, looks like a dress and black hijab is tangled because it carries a lot of plastic bags.

"There's a room on top of Ma, sleeping in my room again" I answered and came down from the pantry to kiss my mother's hand. When it is salim mama put a large red pouch on the pantry and remove one by one the contents.

"Where is my mom from?" My toot.

"Anterin papa, Maheer was invited by Papa to pray on Friday at the mosque but did not want so mama told Rian to take care of him.....Maheernya now has fallen into prayer, well In shaa Allah papa will love enlightenment to him if he has returned to prayer, so keep the secret yah," replied the mother and smiled at me. I just O-ria then smiled triumphantly.

"Papa's clothes in the anter to the mosque? Can you bring the car?" I was surprised while helping put vegetables in the refrigerator.

It was silent for a few seconds and instantly I woke up from my daydream.

"Mama know not.. was Maheer berantakin my room kept all the tires...."

Just now I wanted to complain about everything but I stopped when I saw Maheer go back into the kitchen and interrupted my words.

"Not Maheer Mama but......

"Riaannn it's time to eat~" cried Maheer with a hand carrying a bowl of porridge.

While Rian only shook his head and the mouth that was salivating kept dripping. Maheer stepped towards him and sat down on the bed.

"So brother took mama's porridge. Mama said five times a bribe can make you full, yok tried," his hand holding a spoon he pointed to the tiny lips Rian who was still faithful clenched.

Rian kept on shaking. Even though he was persuaded he still keukeh did not want to eat. Maheer did not want to lose he forced a spoon into Rian's mouth to make Rian rebel and kick Maheer's stomach so that the bowl in Maheer's hand hit his clothes and fell on the floor in an inverted position.

Maheer who still does not believe can only gawk and complain of pain. Not yet there. Rian pulled her hair tight and finally pushed Maheer down to the floor.

I grimaced to hear Maheer's story, ohh so sorry.

"That's mama's the story, so it's not Maheer's fault, is it?" Maheer looked at my mom and me.

Mama smiled and lowered her head, aligning her height with Maheer while holding her cheek.

"Abang ngak wrong just if for example adek ngak want to eat should be persuaded in a gentle way so that the adeknya ngak tormented brother," advised mama. Mama does, does not want to scold her child harshly or loudly, she said instead of changing but will make them mentally tortured and become depressed.

"Denger tuh," I timpal and leaned against the pantry with both hands folded in front of my chest.

"Sister, don't be too hard, brother, either" said the mother. I was momentarily sluggish even though I kept nodding.

Bwaa aimm iumm.

The babbling of the little boy who was mixed with saliva made us glare at each other then look for where the direction of the sound was. Turns out Rian was on the stairs.

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"Haa????!!!"

"Grandfather"

"Yohr!!!!"

Shouted us at the same time and ran fast, as if he was running a marathon race, who was fast he would get his trophy.

Hap

It turned out that the mother who managed to hold and kiss Rian's forehead first. Me and Maheer were defeated by a four-headed mama.

"Astaghfirullah adek" he complained while bringing Rian to the living room.

I went with you where mom took Rian with a pale face. But I stopped my steps when I saw Maheer again walking into the kitchen leisurely.

"Ehh you!! Why go to the kitchen? Not even nenangin Mama instead...."

Maheer looked at me sangar, I looked at him sharply, as sharp as a knife that had just been sharpened.

"Maheer is thirsty" he said and left me.

I was just mimicking the way he talked as if he was making fun of her.

"Mwher auss nemyennyye," my frown with a pouting mouth and went towards the living room.