Olives
Attendants
"elive..........
The cry of the pointy-leaved red-haired drop-in-waiting named Maria clara adtmojo who was none other than an olive half-brother sounded deafening to all the inhabitants of the small house.
Olive, who was taking a nap due to exhaustion after school, lazily opened her eyes wide.
" why again it's people, bother me aja. " groused olive binding the original hair.
In this house all homework is olive duties ranging from nyapu, mopping, cooking and others. Not that I did not want to resist or rebel against this injustice, but everything olive did because for the sake of his devotion to the mother who had taken good care of him at that time, before everything changed as it is now.
" uwaahh.... why? " ask olive when it reaches in front of Maria with the situation still coughing.
" if again nguap it is closed, your mouth smells stale. "maria grunt while covering his nose .
" pack the mask there, let's not smell. " replied olive did not want to lose.
" i'm laper, masakin cepet. "maria's orders are haughty.
Olive walks into the kitchen to carry out the orders of the attached master who lives in her house.
While maria was even engrossed in laughter to see the Korean drama that she was watching again.
With a heart of dongkol olive deliberately knocking the pan used so that it raises a noise, want to make the show watching maria disturbed.
Instead of being angry, Maria even hardened her laughter because she saw a funny scene from the drama she was watching.
"pantes aja not angry, people his ears are gouged with earphones." grumbled olive thumped his lips after knowing the white cable that depends on the phone maria.
A bowl of warm soup and fried tempeh has been neatly arranged in front of maria.
" it's ready, hunt for food, hunt for cold, I don't want to make food manasin lo. "
" it's your job, so don't worry. There go, enek I see the ugly face lo. "push maria rough
" happy, I go. "said olive with emphasis at the end.
" eat that salty soup as rotten tempeh, hehe. " murmured olive with a triumphant smile and ran away.
In the count of five, there will be a more powerful shout than before. Be ready to close your ears so as not to budek later.
1 ..... 2.... 3... 4..... 5
" olive.................
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Already since 2 hours ago, heavy rain continues to pour the city of Bandung which is famous for cold and stretches of tea plantations that thrive .
A teenage girl sitting on the bench in the park is seen waiting for someone. A strong enough wind managed to ravage the hair of a boat that was deliberately allowed to decompose.
The grains of heavy rain did not make him leave his place at all. Letting the cold rain water wet his entire shirt just like that.
A black-robed man appeared to approach the girl with an unusual smile.
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The hot chocolatte he ordered was almost gone. It has been almost 2 hours Olive sitting in a cafe near his house to enjoy the rain that is falling through a glass wall that surrounds the cafe and use free wifi to see the comments of the readers posted online, but no more than 30 comments. But, it had already greatly helped to encourage him to write.
For olive who is an amateur, to produce good writing really requires extensive knowledge about anything. Because in writing must have many interesting ideas to be written material. Just look at the work written by olive only has 200 likes from 43 episodes . A little slinky, no, hehe. But, from there olive slightly understand that the reader will be very enthusiastic if the story in a work that has a problem that is curious and different from others is not ordinary and flat, flat, like writing.
Sometimes olive until made amazed when reading the work of others who have a story with an extraordinary plot, great, the arrangement of words that can make him feel at home to linger reading each episode that has reached hundreds of episodes. There are messages that can be taken in every event that occurs, and able to give life in their writing, so as to make the reader laugh and cry along carried away the atmosphere described through the writing.
But there is one that Olive likes when writing, for a moment she will forget the problems that are happening to her, forget the time that feels running so fast, so that sometimes olive to forget the meal time, and sometimes even eat, shower and all.
The sound of the ambulance that passed by made Olive stop her activities and pray for a moment for the people who were stricken by the disaster, even though they did not know each other, if they were sick, hopefully immediately removed the disease , if he has died, hopefully placed in the best place at the end of his life. Aamyn
After the hot chocolattenya completely exhausted and the rain had subsided olive moved from his seat and left the cafe to enjoy the smell of rain that was still left uniting with the cold night air.
Puddles of water appear to be visible on potholed roads, creating small splashes if any vehicles pass through.
Arriving at the olive house did not see 2 attached mak who usually sit back and enjoy the broadcast of their favorite soap opera while enjoying the sweet potato chips they bought from next door neighbors.
At least tonight the olives can relax a little because there is no need to listen to the scolding and serve all their orders.
Olive was shocked and angry to see the table in her room was very messy. Tear of books scattered everywhere almost filled the floor of his small room. Reading books that were originally neatly arranged in mini-streaks near his bed, all seemed tangled and scattered indeterminate direction.
Olive immediately took a thick white notebook with a picture of cherry blossoms that are now not formed apparently walked quickly to the maria room.
" might you be the one who ripped off my book? " cried olive who had been ignited emotions threw the book he was holding.
" yes, why? " question back maria who did not seem to accept with the throw of the olive that hit her face.
" why the hell? You do not think, how hard I wrote the story in the book that you destroyed it. "
Olive was really angry at this moment, she was already completely unable to control her emotions .
" halah, why also lo the style of storytelling that is not good at all. Do what huh? Waste of ink tau not lo, free. " snapped maria no less angry than olive.
" anyways, you have no talent at all to be a writer. See, your contract application is not accepted. That's because your writing is ugly and not interesting at all. "katamaria with full emphasis in every sentence.
"stopp.......
Mama appeared with a white face as she was wearing a mask while shouting loudly at them.
" you guys, don't remember time. It's late, still fighting. Shame on the neighbors "said mama firmly
" you olive, instead of being filial and making your mama proud, this is even troublesome and embarrassing. Get in the room, don't make a fuss here." throw mama out while pushing olive's body out of the maria room.
Then shut the door hard.
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