Princess Surgaku Khaula

My two balloons

Three years have passed, we look after and raise our two children lovingly. The ups and downs of our economy do not lead to a reduction in our gratitude. My daughter grew up to be a beautiful, friendly, kind and social child. While my son Ammar, he grew up to be a kid who likes to play outdoors, likes natural things, likes to help but seriously, can not be invited to joke.

Today, we will go to visit the house of the mother and father in the village. Stayed there for two nights. Our trip was so pleasant, along the way we were presented with a green view of the mountains that are still beautiful and not much pollution.

"Open the glass, Brother, breathe. The air here is still very fresh" my youngest told her brother.

"Yes Dek, there are still many shady trees here. Mah, is Grandma's house still far away?" Ask daughter.

"Maybe in ten minutes we're here, baby." I answered, smiling at my daughter.

Upon arrival at our Grandpa and Grandma's home we were well received and full of hospitality, many foods and fruits were served. Many neighbors came to say welcome and say hello.

"Grandfather's granddaughter is more handsome and beautiful." Grandfather said while embracing his two grandchildren.

"Sir, Ammar wants to see Grandpa's garden." My son said excitedly.

"Khaula is also Kek, Khaula wants to learn gardening." My daughter said enthusiastically.

"Eh, rest first the child. Later in the afternoon we go to the garden together. There's some ripe pumpkin, we'll take it later." Take Grandma. But that's how children, it is difficult to be told to remain silent to rest. Ammar ran here and there while Khaula, as usual when he set foot somewhere he always saw the situation around.

"What are you doing?" Khaula asked a girl his age who was deleting books sheet by sheet all of its contents were removed.

"I'm deleting my writing." He replied with a sad face that did not stop moving his hand that was removing the paper.

"Why are you deleting it? maybe you can read it again someday?" Ask Khaula.

"If it's not deleted how can I possibly write my new PR? I only have one book, every full I always delete so I can use it again." Answer the boy.

Khaula ran towards the car. He always put some stock of books in the trunk of his papah car, because his papah always take the school pick up, so if needed no longer have to buy because it is available stock stationery and books in the car. Khaulas love to write stories so books should always be available.

"This is for you." Saying daughter.

"A lot, can I share with my friend?" Ask the boy.

"Please." Answer Khaula.

"Thank you, you're the granddaughter of Ratih's grandmother from the city huh? your shirt is so nice." The boy asked again while paying attention to the clothes Khaula was wearing.

"Yes I am the granddaughter of Ratih's grandmother. I'm Khaula. You who? where are your mom and dad?" Ask Khaula.

"I'm Rita, and my mom and dad are in Grandma's garden. They work at Grandma's." Answer Rita.

"Do you know you're short on books?" Ask my daughter again.

"No, Mom says they've been a lot of trouble so I can't ask for anything else." Rita answered while bowing.

"Well, I'm going home to Grandma. This afternoon I want to see Grandma's garden. I'm going home to Rita. Assalamu'alaikum." Pamit Khaul.

"Getishalight." Answer Rita.

Arriving at Grandma's house, Khaul told her what happened. Khaula approached his papa and whispered something.

"Father, cut off half of my pocket money, buy me a book and stationery, then send it to Grandma's house, say it's a book and stationery for Rita and her friends." Whisper our daughter.

Adryan already understood the character of his daughter, my husband agreed to Khaula's request.

Evening day arrived. My two children went to the garden with Grandpa and Grandma. They played in the garden until magrib. They were taught to plant onions, by Grandma.