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7. It's Appearing Horrible
One day has passed I don't want to eat, just drink water. Even last night I didn't make junk dough for sale anymore. I'm afraid that—parno was exactly the same incident where I became mozarella. For whatever reason I didn't help Grandma Argas cook or feed him food, for fear that I might turn into the food that Grandma ate.
Also, during my time at school yesterday I felt uneasy. Argas blatantly said I cheated on him for his victory. Doesn't understand the intention he just joking ato how, but it makes my friends far away. Even the second reason I do not want to make snacks, because yes, there is no snack.
Said to be sad, boong if I say strong boy. Especially last night Dad said he wanted to marry the widow. Snatching to Mom's grave was also futile. I will not help and accompany me to live alone. Damn it again, the widow's new son's father is the same age as me.
Really ducks, right? Bodo is very big face, I smile at myself. Must pretend to be strong.
"Are you really following?" I immediately nodded after the same story of Grandma Argas who could no longer walk. It was just Grandma who made me feel alive in this world.
This is real no fek fek, all day yesterday I felt there were people who followed but did not seem to exist that way. Not mean to care or how, yes, I know I'm beautiful and cute, but the thing is, I'm afraid to be. Fear of being made into a tumblr for school.
No kidding, cui. I cry to lay my head on Grandma Argas's thigh. I feel Grandma Argas's view is not as bright as before. Usually if I have been crying like this, surely Grandma gave me advice or maybe I can see the pain in Grandma's eyes. But not this time. Grandma responded as if she didn't care, and then Grandma didn't rub my head when I slept next to her.
I don't like it. I feel something is awkward. But when Grandma said it again, my bad thoughts were instantly gone. Grandma said, "Tomorrow Grandma get a banana so you can eat again. Trust Grandma."
I never doubted Grandma. My grandmother was my best teacher and friend. Thanks to Grandma I can smile again. "I'll take it from the tree straight away! Grandma's staying bribe me, yeah!" That's how I responded that morning without knowing something big was going to happen later that afternoon.
I went to school with passion. I started to feel hungry, but I wasn't tempted by the food. All I was looking forward to was a piece of banana that Grandma Argas would feed.
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I went home from school feeling strange, starting from the atmosphere of the road that was quiet and gripping, then when I found a banana, I felt that there was something squealing from above. I don't know just the feeling or really there even though at a glance, but I've dag dig dug really heart.
It's like the effect I haven't eaten, huh. The last time you drank this morning, when you ate with Grandma. Again, the second glass I drained his thirsty throat. "OUT!" I called out to help Grandma Argas drink some water.
"Already.., want kebelet." Just that one sentence, I have ngakak until ngik-ngik ngetawain Grandma Argas whose writing is not logical.
Time is up drinking directly out the water again. Rucika times Granny's gut.
But original, I was in a daze when I realized that Grandma was walking to the bathroom without carrying her sacred wand. Gak—Now can't Grandma balance her path?
How do I see a regular Grandma, even not look like a sick person. I lyrically stick Grandma who was next to me looked more black and shiny than usual. Wes, is that just my feeling?
I'm too sick, how about it, huh? When I felt Grandma's stick tickle me. What kind of impossibility is this? I'm shaking off Grandma's wand.
"Die me again!" I already know the laper and not the mood, the stomach, still joking.
But bentar. I'm khilaf? His banana cut time is up. Oho, Grandma must've taken out her banana meal.
Kedok doang said kebelet peed. Kebelet eek. Joke, Grandma. Emang stomach if it is old may spout the process of food. Luckily I was young and cute.
"I'm first maem!" A long time! The hunt for worms.
"Geek!" Larva comes into my stomach! Gawat, the magma has already gripped my kidney. I immediately vomited out the foam that smelled more than mayad.
Anjir, what's wrong? Grandma, I'm poisoned! Can't touch Grandma, she's on the couch! I want to die, right!
Grandma went straight to sleep! I can't make a sound. I sat on the floor, cleaning the foam from my stale mouth. I wipe my hands, continue without me preventing now replace the blood coming out of my mouth.
What kind of conspiracy is this?! I have a heartache, right? Oh.., or is this a sign that I'm going to die soon?
No, ges. It turns out that the dead were Grandma herself. Yeah, Grandma Argas who I thought she was sleeping was sleeping forever.
Well, not really cool, the world. My grandmother left me now? I'm dying, right! Dying of the residence!
I hooked up at Grandma's grave. No matter how much the Argas family hated the gaze, especially from Argas himself to me. They all thought I killed Grandma.
Though obviously I vomited blood yesterday, but the truth is that Grandma died.
Because of a banana? Not very funny. I bowed down apologetically to Argas' parents while weeping diamonds. But not forgiven either.
"You have a home. Why ride with us?"
Ja. Bener. But I hurt her heart. They won't know, if the house is more horror than Grandma's room now. Going home I felt scared and scared.
NAW! "Sorry Santi, Bi." In the middle of the night, no matter what time it was 12, all I wanted was to stay in this house.
But what Argas' parents did was to give violence to me as a form of acceptance of my apology earlier.
I was struck with Grandma's sacred stick, which weighed the same as a cow. Yes, I was immediately critical when I was beaten mercilessly with Om—Dad Argas.
At three o'clock in the morning, I thought I could survive hell, apparently not. It was the day the peak of hell began.
This cute me not listed in beauty wins in everything. In fact, it's not so. I guess I can gulp water after waking up from an untreated coma.
Damn, bastard Argas raped me. Ja. He actually did it after I realized that he was tempted because of me not wearing top clothes after being given the punishment.
Is this my fault? It was my fault that I took off my shirt because blood smeared it, so Argas darkened his eyes?
That night was the most historic night that opened the doors of hell to my current life.
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Ahaiy! How's it?
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