The Tomboy Babysitter the Heart Thief

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MSD#01

"Mmd! Mum!" a girl shouted from the bathroom behind the house.

The woman who was called mbok then approached the source of the voice.

"Ono opo to, Nduk, what,? Esuk-esuk kok ws. Isin Karo Tonggo teparo"

(What the hell is it, son? Early this morning I was screaming. Shame on the neighbors).

"My inner palace is gone again!"

"Well?!"

"In a month, I've lost five underwear. Is there a genderuwo who is ignorant to me huh, Mbok?"

"Hushy! Be careful when you talk! At most your panties are worn by the gendhis."

The above conversation occurred between a mother named Sumirah with her eldest daughter named Sekar who was twenty years old. Sekar himself has a younger sister named Gendhis who is three years from him. Though born from the same womb, Sekar and Gendhis have vastly different traits. Gendhis tends to be quiet and loner, while Sekar is a jovial and sociable girl. It was only natural that enough young men in the village were putting their hearts on him.

"See you************ Not now?" the two-headed girl asked the middle-aged man who had just finished tapping the coconut tree.

"Kok ono-ono wae to yo. Moso takon njeroan Karo.

(There-is just. Question time ***********same father)

"Some time has been lost ***********, sir. Only two pieces remain. One I wear, another in the clothesline."

"Ne, please allow your child to purchase ************** to market. Money from the sale of sugar Java yesterday is still there, right?"

Sumirah or often called Mirah nodded her head.

"Have you finished tapping it, Mr ne? Bu ne had prepared black coffee and boiled yams on the kitchen table."

"Let's go in, my throat is dry. It's cooked * its badeg." 

The man who is often called Mr. Darman put ten *roof containing the results of coconut tree leads this morning.

Smile expands on the lips of Mirah when looking at the ten roof is almost full which means the sugar Java will be produced today quite a lot.

"Gendhis has left for school?" ask Mr. Darman.

"It was six this morning."

"Street or with a friend?"

"Street."

"From the walking house, later in the market t-junction picked up his male friend."

"Father don't make it up. How could Gendhis be."

"There have been many grapevines that say if the child likes to ride a motorcycle with young people who are also school children."

"Don't think about it, maybe Gendhis hugged him to get to school quickly."

Mirah lifted the roof containing the results of coconut tree leads and brought it into the kitchen.

"Bad cat! Already fed head pindang still steal!" exclaimed Mirah when she found the fish on top that had numbered five tails only left in the tail only.

"Bu ne ki piye, understand cat e cluthak kok ndeleh lawuh sak anggon-enggon."

(What is this mom? Already know his cat culas, put the side dish carelessly)

"Bu ne just stayed a while back when Sekar called Bu ne."

"Yowes, pancen rejekine cat. Nduk, Yen ning market mako tukokno mbako karo clove, ojo lali garet e sisan."

(Yes, it's a cat's sustenance. Son, if you go to the market later buy the father of tobacco with cloves, do not forget the paper as well)

"Sir ne when to stop smoking. Didn't you cough up blood yesterday?"

"If you don't smoke your lips wry."

"Fuck, Nduk. Duite nggo tuku njeroanmu karo tukokno mbako lan conco-koncone. Yen stuffing turah tukokno tofu tempeh,"

(This, son, the money to buy your underwear is like buying your father tobacco and his friends. If there is still the rest of the purchase of tempe sama know)," said Mirah while thrusting a piece of fifty thousand denominations on the girl.

"Srek! The srek! It's srek!"

Their conversation came to a halt when suddenly the sound of someone's footsteps came from the backyard.

"Who is that?!" sekar Exclamation.

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