MY HALAL IS WITH YOU
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"Your.......!!! Wake up and it's noon.!, girls. Not good taunak.pamali. Get up and help mom.. Then again I want to go to the market" exclaimed mother nita. Yes mother went to the market to sell her shields from her neighbors, nguli wages, and,,
"hmmm, hoam hoamz.." while squirming and pulling the roll back.
" Wake up son. Help mom cook, nyapu, nyuci mumpung clothes you nit holiday... Build nit..
while rocking his youngest child's body...
Yep! Nita is the youngest of three siblings
>His first sister is married and migrating in malaysia. His name is anni, nita used to call him mbak. Anni has two sons.
>both boys are married. Working as a fisherman.., his name is taufik with the name of his brother he called him.
"well buk!" ngedumel nita immediately woke up from her sleep! "even though today is Sunday kok ea not da kasian kasiannya ibuk same me...."
"what's nit?..... Here to sit... Dengerin ibuk.." waved and patted the chair next to him...
"yeah buk, what else is buk... Ni nita is awake"
"Sit down, son, I don't want you to mengedumel not clear that.." explained ibuk.
"it is not clear that ibuk. Was told to wake up now told to sit.nita want to take a bath first buk... Smell acemm. What else is buk?".
"dengerin ibuk nit, kasian ibuk nak from two o'clock in the evening ibuk nguli ntar plus a whole day ibuk in the market.. If you don't help me, who else, son? Your mother is in Malaysia and she has her own family. Father of sea work. If you get fish? If you can't, who will pay your tuition? Not spp, lks and bertar again your exam money plus graduation money etc like it. You are just a fisherman... Mbak you work mrantau kemalaysia what work there ibuk do not know. Your brother's just a fisherman.. What do you want to be proud of, son...??
"busy? Did I marry young ea buk?"
"huzzz.... Kok ea kmu gk have mind2 anyway nit.. Cook us to ask for marriage, son.. Your age is only 14th yet to pass smp kmu. And which boy wants to marry a nit kid?
" there's buk.. Nita has a boyfriend... He said srius ma nita..
" Mom nak please... You're my only hope, son... Pursue your mind2 as high as the sky, son.. Make me proud of you, son..!. We are hard. Our lives are as they are... Don't be weird.. And act like her.. Don't you freak out..."
" yes well buk. "without further objection..
" beginih. My life is potluck money.. Eat your own cooking drink, beberes own house, wash your own clothes.. Be tired of it. Life is not as beautiful as in soap operas soap operas and stories in novels". with tears in her eyes with occasional breaths of light bemoaning her life is really slicing all ~what is~
"i wish I could be like Cinderella... From the ashes to a queen...Hiks hiks hyks can not ea...? Hm hm hm"
"don't dream of heights...! If the height of ntar falls your head down....!" knock my brother out the door...
"hmmmmm evil brother...! While glaring and holding a broom Ijuk tuk his beloved brother
" It's already... If you dream of being destroyed.. Not kelar kular tuh nyapunya.ntar father returned home not yet kmu ready what what.. . "exclamation bang taufik.
