On the edge of the metropolis live a very simple family, that is our family, I am an only child who has neither brother nor sister, ever...
Everybody opened each other's stock except me, I have no stock, I sat there pensively suddenly someone poked my back then he asked "Would you like to eat?". I replied softly "Just a little bu" I said shyly, then the man gave the rice and meat a lot of it, "Bu kok lot?" I said, "If most give to your parents, nah call your parents want to meet friends", setyaah I eat and my parents have met, we go home. After I fell asleep on a lounger.
A year later the mother who met in the Safari Park to my house brought three packs of tarts, money of Rp. 100.000.00 [one hundred thousand rupiah] and durian montong for two, we immediately thank him. And we are also grateful to get that much money because for several years we never go back to the father's village, then the money is used to go to my father's village. There I was so happy to be able to meet the family that I had always wanted to crave for having not met for a long time. At the time of Eid prayer I saw the mother who has given money to me first, apparently he is also a resident of the father's hometown who has long lived in Jakarta. We hugged each other and apologized.

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