For a while, the youngest huddled on the drawing paper. Grumbles and sobs were heard as he tried to draw a car based on the example his teacher gave him. With a loud sigh, he gave up and turned around. The older siblings looked down, and saw a random picture of half the car that the youngest had made. Out of pity, her older sister sat down, picked up the pencil held by the youngest, and began to draw a line of pictures following the example of the picture. The youngest who had been lying with a sullen face, rose again and watched his brother draw.
"Lots of lines ... the details are really complicated" muttered his second brother, but his hand does not stop drawing.
"Eh, the picture is so cute." Said the fourth brother "Sister like me, yes .. we can not draw, but if imitate the picture becomes good."
"Yeah, how come I just can not? I'm the only one alone? "Asked the youngest. The youngest know if their mother can draw a pretty good face, her eldest brother drew comic since sd, her third brother still works as illustrator, second and fourth brother who never seen drawing was able to imitate the image well,
"Dad can not draw," said her sister.
"... Pantes."
That afternoon, the family room is filled with four virgins who are just filling the time. The first child is making a new illustration on his book, the second child and fourth child are focused on watching the drama being broadcast on tv, while the third child is leaning back in the chair while chatting with his friend. The drama that was being watched was interrupted by the advertisement, the second child stood up and headed to the kitchen room to take a drink then ...
"AAAHHHH !!! THERE ARE RATS !!! "
The sentence was like blaring to the whole house. The first sister who was on the carpet immediately woke up like a lit, the third child immediately lifted his legs on the bench, the fourth child went into the bedroom and closed the door ("woi!" Cried the first child).
The mouse, seen by the second child, who had just stuck his head from the kitchen door, seemed to be shocked by the cries of the second child, and instead ran toward the living room, trying to hide under the furniture.
"AAAAAHHHHH !!!" Shouted the second child as he ran scurrying.
"Ayaaahh !!!" called the third child to panic.
"Father and mother again go to court!" Cried the fourth child from the room.
"Go! Go! Go! "Shouted the second child as he threw a mouse with a coat hanger, a bottle of mosquito repellent lotion, a pillowcase, a picture book (" Do not throw my stuff! "Shouted the first child) and a tv remote (" Beware broken, kak! "Cried the third child).
It just makes the atmosphere more chaotic, because now the rat ran irregularly to avoid attacks from the second child.
Do not be pelted, kak! Enter the sack, keep throwing it out! Throw that far away! "Cried the fourth child who had apparently peered from the gap of his room door.
"You do not just shout, help!" Shouted the first child.
"I'm afraid of rats, kak!"
"You think we're not scared ?!"
Pat!
All silent instantly. The youngest child who was in his room, closing the rat with a burlap sack he had taken from behind.
"A mole just one, his voice like war .." he grumbled. After a few moments of struggling, the younger child picks up a sack that already contains a mouse, and takes it out. There was still a murmur of 'timid' and 'noisy' as he went.
All children in the family other than the youngest breathe out. The third child lowered his legs off the bench, the first child sat back on the carpet, the second child sitting next to him, his breathing as if he had run early in the morning, the fourth child opened the door of his room.
"Luckily there's a boy in this house" commented the third child.
"Luckily there is a father-like child in this house" corrected the first child.
After more than four hours, the event finally finished. The youngest rose from his chair, aching for sitting too long, but his heart felt very satisfied. Hundreds of others stood along with him, walking slowly but surely toward the exit. The youngest occasionally encounters people he has known for the past four years who are also heading for the door, they congratulate each other as they shake hands, smiles burst into their faces. While walking the youngest tossed his eyes, trying to find the face of a middle-aged woman in the middle of the crowd.
Ah, there it is. Standing farther beside the door, to keep him from blocking the road, his accompanying mother attended the release ceremony. The youngest approached his mother. Mom smiles as she sees her youngest child coming, her eyes teary. The youngest kissed her mother's hand, her height that was 20 inches above her mother did not make it difficult or reluctant to bend her back. Then the mother kissed the youngest's face, congratulating her out of her mouth.
Today the youngest official became a bachelor.
They both walked out together. In front of the door is full of families who are in joy for their son and daughter. Mother and youngest walked down to the courtyard full of shady trees, where they made their appointment with other family members.
As soon as the mother and the youngest came closer, the brothers and their husbands and some of their children cheered. They congratulate the youngest. The first brother kissed his cheek that caused a loud noise, making the youngest protest, the second brother ruffled his hair and pinched his cheek, the third brother tapped his shoulder and back, the fourth brother along with the nephews throw the confetti paper at him. The youngest tried to get out of his brother's 'grip', while the sisters-in-law laughed at their behavior.
Eventually the younger man managed to 'escape', and he approached the father who had been sitting under the shade of the tree, with the mother who was back with him. Dad smiled, and the youngest smiled broadly, showing his rows of teeth. The youngest kissed his father's hand, and father patted the shoulder of the youngest.
The youngest, the boy who had always been coveted by his presence, the son who used to come and watch his father work in the garage, the child who used to tinker car tamia, now finished his higher education, which he took with the automotive majors.
"Father's son ..." said the father quietly. A sense of affection and pride was heard clearly in his voice.