Naughty Girl Om Doctor

The pieces of the past

Gale threw his face to the side, rubbing the eye and cheek circle area. Not wanting to look crybaby in front of Fatur, after this morning he wet his bed in front of this young doctor with great embarrassment.

Fatur's story contains onions, not to mention, his chat with the father this afternoon. Success makes this bad girl the most beautiful girl in the world.

Always and always, this girl always avoids when it comes to matters of the heart, she is not the type of girl who likes to mellow-mellow, she does not answer instead grabbed a mug filled with chocolate milk and drink it to the toilet. Listening to the story smelling melow made him thirsty. The water supply in the body should not decrease, he thought.

"Le," Fatur has since seen Gale's movements that look uncomfortable.

"Now do you know why you married? You used to have no guts for your samperin. Brother also does not know because you are not honest your real name," Gale even giggled, remembering the act that hit Fatur with a mukena bag and accused him of maling shoes.

The beginning of the second meeting.

"Waiting for your answer, Le?"

"Say brother, Gale can't say shit or talk, before you finish talking!" answer Gale.

No!

"Abang has finished the story, baby.." Fatur long growled also at his naughty wife.

"Oh!" Gale nodded and groaned as he rubbed his forehead. Gale's forehead has long been a marbles fighting arena.

"Ih, chew it too!" snapping Fatur's teeth, made Gale giggle.

"Gale kasian the same brother," the girl slid her hands between Fatur's arms and stomach while tearfully slashing in Fatur's chest.

"A kid that small has been working a bone slam! Gale didn't know that tough brother back then," he said with a trembling speech, Fatur smiled and rubbed Gale's gentle mane.

"Ga nothing brother sincere. If that's your way to meet you. And how to fight for you! You know, how to get to you is not easy. My brother's struggle to get to this point,"

"You've always been my motivation, brother,"

"Where's my dad?" tanya Gale looked up. The look on Fatur's face began to change, such as holding back the overflow of emotions, sagging disappointment and resentment.

"There," he replied briefly and then drowned Gale's head in his chest again.

His gaze was straight towards the dark night sky, as dark as his relationship with the father.

Brother, brother does not need to tell the problem of the same father you, brother himself embarrassed, father is not as good as father. You're afraid you can't accept it, and you're ashamed.

Fatur chose to keep his dark story with his father and let it sink with the past that will never come back.

"Dear baby Gale," Fatur ends it by pecking at Gale's head.

"Gale.also dear brother," he said shyly.

Fatur smiled widely, waiting for almost 14 years of sweet fruit.

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Gale was already sleeping beside him, curled up in a blanket. And he himself, now can't even close his eyes.

Gale's question managed to evoke memories of his past, old wounds that began to fade now as if the pain again.

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"Sir! Don't hit mama!" Fatur was banging with all his might, trying to help and defend the mother. Although knowing the strength of his little hand does not help much, it might feel like a massage for his father.

Brakk!

The body of the 8-year-old boy crashed into a wooden wall.

"Do you know what?!"

"Fature!" shouted my mother, there was a bruise on the corner of her lips due to the impact of a large fist with an agate ring.

"Chick is usually! You fucking hot chick!" His father came out of their semi-permanent house with a stagger, the result of drinking alcoholic beverages.

"Mr! Wait, sir!" yelled Fatur, even though it felt like Fatur's small body was crumbling.

"Son, Fatur! Don't be chased, let your father go!"

"Mama, wait!" Small fatur immediately entered the kitchen, where the room was not filled with many items, let alone complete kitchen equipment, the pan was already many fillings. But at least this is where his mother scavenged fortune by selling fried food, sometimes mama became a washing worker.

A small fan takes a green basin whose color has faded due to frequent use. Pouring water from inside the flask covered with a plastic cover. The lid? don't ask again, it's broken in the slam of his father.

Actually this thermos is not as good as it used to be, the hot water inserted can not last long.

Tears were unceasingly flowing from my mother's eyes.

"Fature! Fatur see what you do with mom?"Fatur nodded.

"Fatur see how sick mama is?" Fatur nodded again, the water on the face of this 8-year-old boy could not hide the sadness as well as anger.

"Kelak Fatur will be a husband and father. Fatur do not like the father, like to make women cry, especially to physically hurt. Fatures have to be protective,"

"Yes ma,"

"Fatur want a promise?"

"Promise," Fatur stroked my mother's stomach, inside there was his sister-to-be, maybe there he felt what the mother felt.

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"Dam! Get some newspapers for sale!"

A small kiosk, with an assortment of newspapers and magazines being the first place he went every day, had to be as early as possible in order to peddle more newspapers. It just so happened that his school hours were coming in. A shabby t-shirt is his great shirt conquers the day, this 8-year-old boy put aside the words shy and tired, when friends his age play, he prefers to look for rupiah to help mama.

"More. Bae-bae loe n'tong!" babeh Mi'un replied, the old man with a scabby belly handed him a stack of newspapers in the small hand of Fatur.

Not infrequently insult scorn and hit Fatur received, there is nothing more painful than seeing mama grimacing hungry especially there is a sister there.

Mister? Comeon! The b4jat market thug never came home, several times Fatur heard the br3ng_s3k man was arrested for snatching a grandmother's gold necklace.

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This time Fatur was forced to find the whereabouts of the father, after several months of being fertilized.

Sweat flowed profusely soaked a small face that began to brown due to the scorching rays of the sun and street dust hit his skin. The hardships of the street world, fostering the independent soul of Fatur. No crying for a boy.

"Sir! Mama, want the baby!" his eyes sparkled even though his gejo_lak grudge was still locked tightly.

"Perz3t4n! Take care of your own mama!" Fatur clenched both his hands and attacked the ungrateful man in front of him.

The boy came home with a packet of bruises, the fruit of his father's impact.

"Tur, mama loe has been in the puskesmas, helped by neighbors with RT!"

The Fathya Khaira Umimah.

The word revenge was increasingly piled up in the chest, and the peak was when he saw his father holding another woman who was also carrying a baby. that means before dibui he was already playing fire.

In marriage, there are intolerable mistakes, namely violence and infidelity.

Fatur's hatred cannot be muted anymore. He's keeping a pile of newspapers today. Looking for a piece of wood big enough.

Fatur's big little foot steps up in front of his father and the woman's contract.

"Male br3ng_s3k!!! You should be rotten in jail!" Fatur advanced running, his gaze sharply piercing.

Both were surprised, "brother!" shouted woman.

"Lake in!" the man answered, bringing his new wife and child into the house.

Fatur floated, smashed and destroyed everything that was blocking his steps.

Prankk!

Grombyang!!!

Home glass, benches, pots, whatever he smashes as a form of impingement.

And what he remembered after that, he entered bui. Yep! he was dragged by his own father into the bui.

Lucky he was a minor, and mom wanted to guarantee it. Although mama had to drop her pride by pleading, in order to retract the report and release Fatur to the men who did not even want Fatur to see her nose again in this world. Just for her sake.

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