My Parent'S
Chapter60_NewsAboutHome#2

"Do you like this house, baby?"

In the afternoon, Madam Alvin invited Rena to talk to the rooftop while sitting there. Glancing at the sun that will slowly hide and change the moon later. With a cup of tea in their hands.

"She" said Rena.

"This house is good, isn't it? this is the home of our family ancestors. He lived here as a child, maybe 100 years ago" Alvin said.

"Is it really that long? but why is this building still so strong?" ask Rena.

"That's because our family took good care of him. There used to be a story that I heard, it's not long and it's probably just a short version. So, this house used to be a small building that only had a wall of banana leaves."

"Sort of hut?" ask Rena.

"La. More precisely like that, but our ancestors collected money from their work in the mountains. He saved up little by little to build a bigger house. But the money is often lost somewhere and it takes years to build a simple house that wants to be made with a wall. The area is only about 25 meters, and the height is not much of a coconut tree. Only half lower, yes because the money is also divided to buy furniture. Our ancestors often made jars of clay and then burned them. In the past we did not get clay easily because clay is a valuable item. Our ancestors also bought the clay, although not much. Until in the end, the remaining days of money he collected the next day he used to buy the clay every day. Until he had a house to accommodate the remaining unused and reprocessed clay, because of his intelligence he became the largest owner of clay in the city. Lots of visitors to buy his hygienic clay and he can have the money in the end to build this house. And if he thought, his life had not been gradual long he left to a woman his trust as long as he opened the store. And a few days later he died and the woman occupied this house and had a family. Many years of living here made them decide to make a deal in which the paper was displayed in front of this house. And on the terrace. Not just anyone who can enter here because the house is private." he said while sipping tea.

"Then, Mom?" said Rena.

Madam Alvin smiled and put down her glass. He continued his story.

"Until now, this house had never been occupied by my husband's sister until the paint was peeled off, reprocessed by my husband and cleaned every week twice. And after a month later we can visit here by bringing you and Vano who will occupy this house later" he said.

"You know, this house is like your life, son. Don't let our names get tarnished" he said

"Surely, Mom." said Rena.

"What are you talking about? very serious than that," said Nean approached.

"My wife is crying!?" nean's eyes glared at Rena who rubbed her eyes

"What the hell! no." elak Rena.

"Masa? from that time Mulu spoke, there was no stopping until my ears were hot" Nean said.

"You like to eavesdrop! Never changed, ever" he said with Nean's ear to make the man moan. Rena laughed with satisfaction.

"It's wrong who you guys are like crying together until it sounds outside" Nean said.

"What! say it again! want mother jewer, huh!" speak with ferocity. Who immediately got the plot from Rena.

"Agot!!" nean.