Why Should I..?.!?

52. Ms. Nurma

During Vero's time at home, I showed him many things that could make him laugh loosely and forget for a moment the burden of his problems.

Starting from picking guavas whose fruit is high enough, by hitting it using a long stick, then scrambling to pick up guavas that have fallen to the ground.

Watch the Volly ball on the village field in the afternoon. We cheered and laughed at the funny behavior of some players who were accidentally hit by a shot of the ball.

In the morning I took Brother Vero walking half running barefoot in the rice field until the field. We skidded a few times, but not to the point of falling, we could even laugh at each other and ridicule our ability to move along the way.

Brother Vero really likes the morning dew on the grass of the field. Even he was willing to run around the field to feel the cool dew that touched his beautiful legs.

After returning from the field I bought Vero kak ice cut and also cilok which was inserted plastic and then given spices and sambal.

I let Brother Vero who looked astonished, like he had never seen a snack like this. I laughed when he tried to bite the plastic tip like I did, but he didn't make it.

I was blown away when he enjoyed the ice cut so much that his ice melts dripped from between the corners of his lips.

Brother Vero sparkled happily, he then went to buy another cilok and ice cut, while I waited for him on the rocks on the sidelines.

"Eh, there's Anya. Jeez, snack like a child, indeed yes poor people like you fit if the food is cilok. Ahaha.." Said Ms. Nurma who stopped in front of me after shopping for vegetables.

"Mom Nurma, how are you?" My greeting is friendly. I don't care about his words that always insult me or my family.

"My news has always been good, even my smart husband is now a manager. Not like your stupid father, until old age also work in the fields." Reply Nurma bu while tidying up the end of his arm. He showed me some bracelets he was wearing.

My jaw is hardened, my hands are clenched. I was really angry when he insulted my father. I took a long breath.

"Oh, that's it, ma'am." My words were flat, not indulging in the anger that had just accumulated in my chest.

"Yes, look at this, new bracelet. Your mother couldn't have bought it. You too, just work don't get pretended to be rich. Look yes even if you work until the waist pain is also called poor still poor.!" Hardik ma'am Nurma while pointing at my face with excitement.

"Who is poor? Do you have the courage to insult others?" Snapped Brother Vero who suddenly stood beside me.

"Who are you? How dare you yell at an old man?" Bentak bu Nurma while pointing at brother Vero.

"Udah brother. Sorry my friend ma'am. Excuse me..." I pulled Vero away from in front of Nurma's mother, before he grew angry.

"Hey listen to you! The kid was just a little dagger yesterday afternoon. It's poor, not polite anymore, surely his mother can not be educated properly.!" Shouted bu Nurma with a shrill voice, making some compact traders stare at his arrogant behavior.

"Him, he must be taught a lesson. He's despicable you're with your family." Protest from Vero.

"Biarin. I won't solve the problem if I reply to him. He just hates my family even more." I stopped in the yard. Don't want to if until my debate and brother Vero heard by mother.

"But he's outrageous." Brother Vero still does not accept.

"Sister, he's rich, and my family is poor. We won't be able to win against him. So let him insult, anyway he will be tired of himself if we are indifferent." Reply relax.

"But His...."

"Sister is okay, I'm good, my family is good. That's enough. Okay?" Tukas ku while stepping into the house. Let brother Vero who is still silent in the yard.

"Well brother, where's Vero?" Ask my mom when she sees me coming in alone.

"I'm here mom..." Vero walked behind me.

"You guys are back now? Not later this afternoon?" Ask mother.

"Yes ma'am, so Anya can rest at the boarding house, sif later tonight so that you don't get tired on the road." I answered as I walked into the room.

"Yes, I'll prepare your supplies first." Mother headed to the kitchen, while sister Vero followed me to the room.

I put some clothes in the backpack, also folded the shirt and jacket that I will wear later. Brother Vero did the same, but he only carried a small bag on his shoulder.

"Are you seriously going back on the bike? My brother just recovered...." Ask me while checking the chat messages on my phone.

"You are calm. Just go away." Answer Brother Vero steady.

I smiled shyly reading a message from Arya's sister. Actually I am still angry, but Arya's brother has regretted and promised not to repeat it again. So I gave him a second chance.

"Why are you smiling? Oh, chat an same guy you ya..." Guess Brother Vero, then come closer to see my phone screen.

"This is sister, her name is Aryan's sister." I showed Arya's photo to Vero's sister.

"So cute, so sweet. But his playboy looks. Careful. Well, hopefully lasting until the guarantee yes..." Said brother Vero.

"Aamiin...."

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Mr. Dan's house.

A man wearing a black T-shirt, grey outer, black pants, as well as black glasses was seen exiting the black sports car.

He stepped slowly and looked dignified despite carrying a backpack on his back.

"Sister..I'm home...!!!" Shouted the man from the front door. He stepped up firmly and smiled broadly as he looked to the right and to the left.

Why so quiet? Inner of the man.

"Hey why are you screaming? Want your choir to be with Miko?" Asked someone behind his body all of a sudden, to the point of making him flinch and almost squint to the side.

"Uncle? How's uncle here?" Asked the man with a look of surprise mixed in wonder.

"Heh brat, of course I'm here. This is my house." The uncle replied by pretending to be upset.

"That's why uncle's at home? Isn't this still working hours?" Reply to the nephew as he stepped into the family room followed by the uncle.

"Just make sure this bad boy comes home with good news or vice versa." Said the uncle while rubbing his nephew's hair.

"Uncle And stop. The charm of good looks Gara can be lost if uncle is always ruffled with hair because of this." The niece protested with an annoyed face, then she sat down and put her backpack on the table.

"Your brother's going on vacation." Said the uncle suddenly. Making the nephew frown and link his brows, astonished.

"Where? Just healed, why uncle allow it? Later if brother why-why how?" The nephew complained.

"He went to the village, followed his friend. He needs a fresh new atmosphere, before facing the Wilson family. So how could I not allow it." Obviously the uncle.

"Whose friend?", asked the nephew as he took off his outer and shoes. Leave the black shirt fitting the body that actually adds to the charm of good looks.

"Say her name is Anya." Answer the uncle with a lookout face. He observed the niece's facial expression when he mentioned the name of a girl who, according to one of his bodyguards, could make the niece smile all the way.

"What's? To Anya's house? That's because of it now." Said the nephew enthusiastically. Without the ba-bi-bu he hurriedly walked out, not caring about his disheveled appearance without the outer and shoes.

"Hey boy, relax. They're on the road, maybe an hour's left." Shouted the uncle with holding back an amused laugh.

"Aaarrggghhh.." The nephew shouted in annoyance, then climbed into his room on the second floor. He did not look at his uncle anymore.

Ah, so so it is. Just this time I saw Gara's true nature return with just one girl's name. Hey, lady, I'm looking forward to your next surprise. Inner of uncle.

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