Olives
Arga
" arga, where are you from? " Ask a middle-aged woman named bu Nela who is none other than her mother smiling sumringah with fashionable clothes enjoying pieces of fruit in front of her with pak Kuncoro the one who is busy with a laptop in her lap.
" they're at home." murmured arga in the heart
" from brandon's house. "answer a short arga and then get into the elevator.
Don't ask why Arga is being indifferent to his parents. From childhood until now his parents were very rarely at home. Always busy with their business affairs that he said for the sake of his future, so as not to feel the same as those who used to live hard to have to sell a traveling newspaper before he was born.
From a small arga always accompanied by the assistance of his parents' trust to keep him up to grow up until now. In one month his parents will come home only once. By bringing a variety of luxury toys that are deliberately bought for children only wayangnya.
His name alone lives, not only treasures and expensive items are needed, but affection is also very important to be given, especially to children. No matter how much money they give, the luxury car they love is still a child in desperate need of a warm hug from his parents. But, yes, maybe this is the destiny that must be accepted in his life.
Geck.. Geck..
The sound of knocking on the door outside the room, making Arga open his eyes lazy and walk open the door of the room that is always locked.
The mama smiled as she brought him a glass of warm milk.
" tired really? " ask the mother who was sitting on the bed of Arga.
" no, mama tumben go home. " said arga then dudum beside the mother.
" yes, my mom came home from morning, waiting for you to come home. But the family did not go home. "said mama was a little disappointed, when her plan was she would invite Arga with her husband to dinner outside.
" arga was at Brandon's house, alisha kangen. "
" oh yes already, no papa we can eat together at other times." said mama holding the arm of arga.
" mom tomorrow you'll be back ?"
" yes, tomorrow mommy just want to go to nenem's house, has not been there for a long time, so in the next few months mama can not go home. "
" oh. Ma, Arga tired of taking a break. "said arga standing up taking off his clothes walking towards the bathroom.
Disappointed, that's how Arga feels right now. It's just that his feelings can not be expressed , even if it can also be free.
" don't forget to drink the milk" shouted the mother from outside.
Believe me, as busy as any parent because of his job, actually they still love their child very much and just want to make him happy. Although maybe, at this time they have not realized that true happiness is not only on treasures.
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Olive has to be more patient today, the clock has shown at 23:15 should have his eyes closed to rest. But in fact he must be made busy because the house is very messy, dirty clothes deliberately scattered everywhere, red water spilled on the floor, and books scattered indeterminate direction.
Olive picked up all the clothes that were deliberately spread out and put them into the sacred machine. Just as his hand was about to pick up a broom hanging from the kitchen wall, the mother's cry echoed throughout the room. With a quick step Olive walked towards the room of the mother.
" what's wrong ma? " ask olive when she gets to the room.
" take my mom drink. Cepet. " snapped the mama with frowny hair.
Olive immediately turned her body to carry out the edict of the honorable queen.
Suddenly came the idea of ignorant, to slightly prank the mama by entering salt so salty.
" but don't be, I don't want to be an ungodly child, cursed to be a stone to be able to call my life." grumbled olive to himself.
Following his heart, Olive did not come to prank the mother, fearing sin. And gave a glass of water to the mother who had returned to sleep with her mouth open.
" i go in garem, I think it's exciting." bathin olive in heart.
" but that's a sin yes, can't olive. "the bathin again while patting his head slowly expel the whispers of the devil who continues to wander in his ears.
Olive hurriedly came out and closed the door of the mother's room. How surprised he was, when he turned to see a long-haired woman dangling forward.
His eyes seemed to investigate the mysterious figure that was in front of him. Circling around and looking from head to toe.
" mba ghost huh? " ask olive on the figure in front of him.
" but, he said if hano hantukan his feet do not stick on the ground, this is really sticky. Is this the ghost of the 2020 millennial well." chanted olive with the argument of his sonplaknya.
" ghost, lo bucket's mouth." ketus maria, waving her long hair.
" oh lo mar, why? " tanya olive is no less gritty while besedekap haughty.
" masakin I noodle, laper. " orders maria and then sits at the dining table.
" don't touch me again lo, I'm aduin to mama just know the taste of lo. It could be that the punishment is heavier than this. "the word maria reminds with a mocking smile.
" yes ndoro the demon princess. The decree was immediately implemented with unreasonableness. "said olive wanted to throw kemocheng held.
01.03 Olive has just finished her schoolwork and assignments. After giving up, olive laid her body and closed her eyes hoping that tomorrow her happy time would come.
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