Nayala

NAYALA AND DANCE

Works of Supra D'OceanCots of bamboo that move with keriut keriyut voice whenever it is occupied is the only furniture that is on the outside of the house Sani mbah. He just got back from the fields. Not because it has just cultivated the land but to look for firewood. What kind of wood can be searched in the fields? Only chilli trees have been removed and allowed to dry by the owner who brought this grandmother. He was carrying with a cloth in his hunched ponygun while holding Tari's left hand. This little girl is happy. In his right hand there is a leaf bone Lamtoro ends tied together so that gathered in the middle. The mbah said to his grandson it is a puppet-wayangan.

Dance is drinking water and sugar from a bottle. While sleeping on a bed without a mattress, just a pandanus mat and a few pieces of ragged old blankets. In his right hand still held the puppets of leaf bone Lamtoro earlier. He was happy. Sugar water and tired feeling that Dance may feel that makes it more calm until he closes his eyes. Dance dreamed of playing puppets with his grandmother on the bed. Delighted dance and his teary mbahnya.

Maha sani lay down on the divan in the porch. Under his feet was a pile of dried chilli trees. Tiredness and hunger may make her eyes closed. She dreams of frying a salted fish with new chilli wood she can in her little stove. His grandson is waiting behind him with white rice on a plate, a spoon in his left hand and a Lamtoro puppet in his right hand. The smiling mbah and his grateful grandson waiting for the fried fish to fry. In his dreams.

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Nayala came home with a proud smile. He rushed uncharacteristically. He jumped onto the brick fence and walked on it. Once he jumps, he's at the front door. In his mouth there is a small white chick with a fine black fur on the small wing. Lovita and her mother saw the arrival of Nayala. Their mouths open slightly. There is a sense of disbelief with what they see. Not the chicks but the red Nayala's neck and the fur that was forcibly removed. Lovita shouted furiously. "Who did my Dedek? I'm so cruel. "" Or are you just playing with a boy? "Lovita's mother asked. Nayala does not care. His little cock, which breathes, is more interesting than the mother and the child who are worried about the situation. Then Lovita grabs her cat, pulls into her lap and gets rid of the dying chicken. "You are. Where else can you get this chick Nayala? You must make a disgrace for the family again. "Nayala meowed a little annoyed.

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The sound of tears Dance is unstoppable by the hugs of his neighbors. Three-and-a-half-year-old crying voice that missed her grandmother's voice. A little girl's crying voice that wanted her grandmother to take her to eat on her rickety front porch. But grandma just stays in bed with no mattress. Her eyes closed, her eyebrows torn.

Mbah sani is tired of sweeping the floor of her kitchen land when Dance singing Garuda Pancasila, showing off her song memorization to the grandmother. Garuda Pancasila song that he used to hear when going to bed. The mbah joined the singing quietly, giving her grandchildren a chance to play his skill. Then the noise beside the back door made everything stop. The mbah was startled, awakened from the limp that clung to her body. There was a mineral water carton she put there as a temporary chicken coop for Blorok's sons, the hen. Mbah sani saw a white fat cat was ruffling the chick. Two bites died, two ran down a dish rack and another flowered in the cat's mouth. "Cats are insolent. Hayo go ... go ... do not eat ayame Nduk Dance! "The mbah held up her broom. Hurrying his feet stepped in her tapih cloth, Mbah Sani expel the cat. Unfortunately his legs are not as light as a white cat, he was tangled up and fell. Unfortunately his hands are not as fast as the cat, unable to support his ungainly old body. He fell down and his temple hit the broom handle he had been holding. Then Dance crying to ask the mbahnya wake up.

The mbah still closed but his lips seemed muttered. Her wrinkled fingers stroked her grandson's forehead. They both sang in the silence of the night. They both already know hungering like they memorized this song. "Basic Pancasila State. The just people are prosperous. Person of my nation come forward go forward ... go forward "

Nayala smiled cheerfully. Walking slowly as usual. Satisfaction emanated from his bluish-blue eyes, so beautiful. He occasionally glanced at Lovita and his mother who had been staring at him, ever since the turn of the house. Nayala does not have to worry about the look of mother and child, they are always happy to see what else home again with the brightness of enveloping him.

Nayala's body is small, white, smooth and smooth. He is also nimble and agile. Sometimes when he is lazy to walk around through the gates of the house, he jumped the fence only and immediately entered through the side windows. Nayala is always loved and loved by Lovita family.

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Nayala and Dance

Crying Dance is so hard. Cries of disappointment and hunger. Crying a three-and-a-half-year-old girl who makes the neighbors pity, irritated or maybe does not care anymore. But that is what always makes her grandma survive to live longer, for the sake of her grandchild. Her old grandmother tried to calm her grandson. Mbah Sani can only entertain as much as he can. He can not stand holding a Dance anymore. Her frail 70-year-old body will not be able to support the weeping Dance. Mbah Sani can only dip Dance in a rickety little cot on her sloping home porch. That's how it is. Poor. Nothing is easy in this generation's different human life. The elderly grandmother and his infant grandson in a bamboo house full of holes that almost collapsed.

"Nduk, forgive simbah. Simbah had fallen asleep, forgot not to overlap the same rice tompo stone. Salted Nduk Fish Dance that fried simbah lost. "No difference, weeping Dance also not subside. How could a child as small as he could understand his grandmother's reasons. He only knew the hunger and upset because the only side dish had been lost. "Nduk, simbah used to eat rice with salt. This is the rice I love cooking salty fish just now. Haak Nduk, try it maem ya. "Dance opened her mouth, not to eat but because of crying cry. Mbah Sani does not care, he put a pinch of rice that he mixed with jelantah former he fried salted fish. Dance closes his mouth, tasting the rice and savory taste like the fish in the mouth makes it a little calm. The mbah pulled the tip of his tamer, he wiped his grandson tears with affection. "No popo ya Nduk, later the mbah buy more fish." The mbah clearly just lie for Dance to eat. How could he buy salted fish, he wanted to borrow again while saying wait for his mother's money Dance from the city to pay.

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Nayala came home with a smile. Walk slowly swaying as usual. Her smile did not fade until she entered the house and put the fried wings on her plate. He eats with gusto. Lovita came over to him, looking at her in surprise. Then he stroked Nayala's spoiled head with affection. "Eat a lot ya Dedekku. Here I love milk. "Lovita walked into the living room after pouring milk into a small glass of Nayala. Nothing is more beautiful than seeing a funny Nayala eat with gusto, except maybe if her lover will come as this afternoon.

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Cots of bamboo that move with keriut keriyut voice whenever it is occupied is the only furniture that is on the outside of the house Sani mbah. He just got back from the fields. Not because it has just cultivated the land but to look for firewood. What kind of wood can be searched in the fields? Only chilli trees have been removed and allowed to dry by the owner who brought this grandmother. He was carrying with a cloth in his hunched ponygun while holding Tari's left hand. This little girl is happy. In his right hand there is a leaf bone Lamtoro ends tied together so that gathered in the middle. The mbah said to his grandson it is a puppet-wayangan.

Dance is drinking water and sugar from a bottle. While sleeping on a bed without a mattress, just a pandanus mat and a few pieces of ragged old blankets. In his right hand still held the puppets of leaf bone Lamtoro earlier. He was happy. Sugar water and tired feeling that Dance may feel that makes it more calm until he closes his eyes. Dance dreamed of playing puppets with his grandmother on the bed. Delighted dance and his teary mbahnya.

Maha sani lay down on the divan in the porch. Under his feet was a pile of dried chilli trees. Tiredness and hunger may make her eyes closed. She dreams of frying a salted fish with new chilli wood she can in her little stove. His grandson is waiting behind him with white rice on a plate, a spoon in his left hand and a Lamtoro puppet in his right hand. The smiling mbah and his grateful grandson waiting for the fried fish to fry. In his dreams.

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Nayala came home with a proud smile. He rushed uncharacteristically. He jumped onto the brick fence and walked on it. Once he jumps, he's at the front door. In his mouth there is a small white chick with a fine black fur on the small wing. Lovita and her mother saw the arrival of Nayala. Their mouths open slightly. There is a sense of disbelief with what they see. Not the chicks but the red Nayala's neck and the fur that was forcibly removed. Lovita shouted furiously. "Who did my Dedek? I'm so cruel. "" Or are you just playing with a boy? "Lovita's mother asked. Nayala does not care. His little cock, which breathes, is more interesting than the mother and the child who are worried about the situation. Then Lovita grabs her cat, pulls into her lap and gets rid of the dying chicken. "You are. Where else can you get this chick Nayala? You must make a disgrace for the family again. "Nayala meowed a little annoyed.

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The sound of tears Dance is unstoppable by the hugs of his neighbors. Three-and-a-half-year-old crying voice that missed her grandmother's voice. A little girl's crying voice that wanted her grandmother to take her to eat on her rickety front porch. But grandma just stays in bed with no mattress. Her eyes closed, her eyebrows torn.

Mbah sani is tired of sweeping the floor of her kitchen land when Dance singing Garuda Pancasila, showing off her song memorization to the grandmother. Garuda Pancasila song that he used to hear when going to bed. The mbah joined the singing quietly, giving her grandchildren a chance to play his skill. Then the noise beside the back door made everything stop. The mbah was startled, awakened from the limp that clung to her body. There was a mineral water carton she put there as a temporary chicken coop for Blorok's sons, the hen. Mbah sani saw a white fat cat was ruffling the chick. Two bites died, two ran down a dish rack and another flowered in the cat's mouth. "Cats are insolent. Hayo go ... go ... do not eat ayame Nduk Dance! "The mbah held up her broom. Hurrying his feet stepped in her tapih cloth, Mbah Sani expel the cat. Unfortunately his legs are not as light as a white cat, he was tangled up and fell. Unfortunately his hands are not as fast as the cat, unable to support his ungainly old body. He fell down and his temple hit the broom handle he had been holding. Then Dance crying to ask the mbahnya wake up.

The mbah still closed but his lips seemed muttered. Her wrinkled fingers stroked her grandson's forehead. They both sang in the silence of the night. They both already know hungering like they memorized this song. "Basic Pancasila State. The just people are prosperous. Person of my nation come forward go forward ... go forward "