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Thank God after all and keep my book2 and stationery in the closet, but more precisely the pile of used cardboard that is arranged open sideways like a shelf cabinet or what's the name is clear there are 6 piles of cardboard and in each cardboard there is a partition of bamboo wood that is divided, and there is a box of bamboo, made like a closet shelf in general.
The bottom card contains school shoes.
The second one, contained some rosettes that I collected to decorate the masterpiece tasks, such as bottle caps, buttons, ice cream sticks, rubber bands, etc, also some colorful paper cutouts from the gift paper I took pictures that I thought were interesting to be used as a decoration of the masterpiece.
The third pile of cardboard, containing school textbooks, also used books that are still empty the rest of the books in the previous class.
The fourth pile, containing LKS books.
The fifth stack contains textbooks or textbooks that are loaned from the school, later after the rapotan the books must be returned to the school library.
The last stack contains an assortment of my stationery, from pencils, colored pencils, crayons, markers, ballpoint pens, erasers, rulers. And everything is in a state that may be quite funny because I like to collect them in various sizes, especially for pencils, there are very small sizes as high as 2 segments of my little finger. Then line up neatly in order based on their height.
Thank God I am a tall child, a pile of 6 boxes that only reached my shoulder height. Not because I never went to class or was late for school, but my height grew very fast.
Want to know the secret??
Whether this is a myth or not, which was clear when I was a child I loved to eat fish. Especially fish that often exist at times or in rivers. Mother said since I was in the womb, the mother who when young never wanted to eat fish even kegandrungan eat fish. Almost every day I find fish to eat. Especially if you can eel, such as forgetting the existence of a father who has been difficult to find eels, but fried eels have been directly eaten by his own mother.
This is in the opinion of such a mother, because just imagine our lives are far from luxurious foods such as eating chicken meat only once a year even when lebaran peeled, even when we have, as with beef or goat, we can only enjoy it during the Qurbani. In addition, only vegetables from the garden and tempe or tofu, sometimes there are salted fish if we visit the father's homeland in the fishing village.
Where are my clothes and clothes?
Again in limited conditions will be financial so that makes you good at overcoming all problems.
The wardrobe is made of wood, with a bamboo bulkhead topped with cardboard and clear plastic, plastic ice packs or plastic detergents and their friends to make them so beautiful and worthy to be used as a closet.
Some used plastic that has been cleaned and connected was used as an outer cover, so that the clothes and clothes are safe comfortably in the closet shelf, safe from rain and dust.
After I saved all my books and stationery, I then headed to the terrace, there was still a Harti sitting while daydreaming.
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"DORR..."
"Aaaaaaa. mas Irwan shocked tauk"
"Okay. ouch.. ouch .. yes sorry, well do not pinch keep War, sorry pardon..pain.. ahahahaha..."
We also run around chasing, seen Harti who was upset more cute in my opinion.
Shortly thereafter, Warti sat on the roots of a sizable mango tree sticking out of the ground.
"Maaaass ah. hahh... sah fek tah huuk, si.ni jah.ngan run lah.gih.. hah.. "
"Don't want to, tar you pinch me again, can be swollen I got your pinch, anyways run a little bit did not jab-nos War"
It looks like Warti is still bored and indeed like difficulty breathing. I immediately approached patting her back for fear of seeing such a Warti.
(Why is this kid? I used to see him like this in sports lessons) I was astonished to see Harti.
I immediately went to the kitchen to get a glass of warm water, then I gave it to Warti to drink to help calm him down. But Harti just drank a little and started to calm down a little. In between his breath was like the sound of a cat snoring.
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