Village Girl Makes Opium
Chapter 1.The difficult life
Clara Chaerunnisa was the eldest child of Darma and Sarti.
Having to bone up helps his family make a living.
He was willing not to continue his education to help the mother sell fried foods.
His dream as a scholar had him buried deep within.
What is power ?
He is not from a family that is capable.
To eat alone sometimes pay debt at the stall.
Clara always relented, held back her hunger and gave her rations to her sister.
Clara's two sisters still in the 3rd grade of elementary school?
while the little one is 2 years old.
" Mum, this is why the fry is less than usual ?" tanya Clara put a box containing fried on her ontel bike.
Every day the mother always makes more fried foods to sell around and entrusted in small stalls.
" Mubadzir if make a lot sometimes not run out son ?
that's it first, later if you run out fortunately you can buy rice later in the afternoon "answered Sarti who deliberately made a little fried as long as it runs out can get a little profit.
" Yes it's Ma'am ,,,
Deni's gone to school, ma'am?"
" It's kid, there's a picket class he said, so leave early ?"
" that's why Clara went on sale, ma'am? " Clara kisses the mother's hand.
" yes ? heart hearts son?"
Viona who played her little doll waved her hand wanting to come along.
Clara approached stroking her little sister's cheeks.
" sister want to sell first deck? you play with mom, yes, later if brother has come home with vio to play."
Vio nodded his head nod "yeah Yaya ya "
Clara laughed at the voice of her sister.
then go out and sell on a bike.
" excuse me ma'am ? " said Clara arrived at the stall where she used to pet fried food.
" Ehh, neng ara, just put it on the table there yes "Mum Mirna the shop owner pointed at the front desk.
Actually Mirna could have made her own fried food, but she felt sorry for Clara who had to look for money to support her family.
" yes, ma'am ? " reply Clara
On the way through the uphill tea garden he was forced to lead his bike because it was not strong to ride.
From the top there is a car down and accidentally grazed Clara.
Sreeekkk !!
Ukbh ..... !!
" Aawwww..." cried Clara holding her fallen leg and slipping off the Pebble Stone.
The fry in the box fell out.
The owner of the car out he is the granddaughter of the owner of the tea plantation in his village.
His black Pajero car crashed into a tree giving off a lot of smoke.
" Heh you !!! if you bring a real car dong !! the time of the Segede gini was hit. "angered Clara on the wilds walking with limping legs.
Bian was glued to see Clara's beautiful face.
" Denger, I'm not talking !" annoyed Clara at bian who did not respond to her words
" My car brakes are blong" said biantara with a cold and indifferent tone
" I'm not nanya !
responsibility!!, "reply Clara
bian's forehead shriveled.
" Responsibility for what ... "
" You don't see my fritters falling all over ! pantesan aja nabrak..nah nyetirnya just do not see the road maybe ?"
" i told you the brakes were blong !!" biannxious
" yes I don't want to know, quick responsibility,,
my fried compensation that fell "Clara put her hand in front of bian
Bian reached into his pocket to take his wallet out of his pants
" nihhh .. is enough, right ? anyways it's just a fry of my car worse. "bian gave ten pieces of red money
Clara's eyes were round, looking strangely at the man before her
" he thought the price of the other fry twenty thousand what, a lot of money "Clara was burning
" Heh even bengong ! quick grab . or still less . "
" no, this is more than enough. " Clara took the money in her hand and took her bike.
" hmmm .. goerengan this much mubadzir, it's dirty like this again.? akh bodo?
the important thing is replaced with this much money "Clara giggled amusedly at how stupid the man had appreciated the fried food that usually sells 60 thousand in exchange for one million dollars.
