Wanitaku Great Warrior

Memories that are remembered

It was late afternoon adzan maghrib reverberated against each other sahutan. Remembering with mom and dad kangen once it feels like this miss is unbearable. Suppose I go home if I prove that I can make a lot of money. No no. I have to have a target of a hundred million first I dare to go home my mind.

As always run out clean yourself and pray I go to the general kitchen cost for cooking. Usually I never get food even though I helped mom cook. But now that I have earned a salary of millions and many received any cooking reward I wish I could cook and eat myself with satisfaction.

so remember the past...

My food is ripe and ready to be eaten by me of course, the first time I was at home mom did not need to bother cleaning up the house and cooking. Whether or not Siska and Mbak Putri want to help mom, my mind is upset. Nimba water is always me, whether Mbak Siska same mbak Putri want to help nimba water when my father tired of coming home from work.

I don't need to think about my mother and father's children anymore, not just me who is a girl. Why do I remember my family in the village.... It must have been a profound effect of my longing on them, despite always making fun of me unlucky child carrier. If I'm a pesky carrier where maybe I can work in a good place like this my inner refutation.

While eating I daydreamed remembering all the moments I had in my life before I was cast out. Every day wake up early to the neem of water until my palms are callused and rough.Washing cooking is in order at home all I do. But I can't melt the hard hearts of mom and dad.

It's not important that I can now change my own destiny with both hands. I have to prove to my mom and dad that I'm not a fucking carrier. The proof of my recovery continued with the bonus reward from the pint I got from my sale.

They're all wrong to think that way about me. My dinner was over, now my stomach was full and I wanted to relax my body to rest. Finally my thoughts are with Mr. Aslan Hadi Mega Santosa. The goal was if you wanted to take me to dinner. At most she is Casanova who many women like new time, if already bosen left.maybe I never feel disappointed or heartbroken. But if it is not appreciated like being stepped on like a doormat foot cloth, it is food every day for me. But that was when I lived with my parents, now independent is better.

Drrtt...

Drtts...

Drtts...

Kok does not stop anyway, deliberately not raised BB iat not phone again this even does not stop stopping. With an upset heart I picked up a call from Mr. Aslan.

"Hello.." I replied.

"Hey ghost crab. Waiting to escape and disappear. I waited a long time and ten minutes later I realized that you were running away" Aslan's master explained.

"Sorry sir, I was so cool that I couldn't stand you" I defended myself.

"Grandfather really wants to see you, he's curious about you. He said that there are now ceqek not given expensive rolex clocks and returned again" explained Mr. Aslan.

"Emmmmm. I can be poor but I can't give up on the situation. Keep trying and praying" I explained.

"Tomorrow to meet my grandfather no more rejection" forced lord Aslan.

" Yes yes" I replied, not yet finished, the phone was closed by Mr. Aslan.

You know, cook me up in the ghost crab.