My Short Story Arman AZ
My Short Story Arman AZ
Daughter woke up during the night perched on top. Burnt lamp room. Beat two hours early. Out there was perfect silence surrounded the city. The faint sound of someone beating electric pole. Digelitiki feel curious, Princess walked to the living room. Instingnya said there was a bustle there. Tebakannya not depressed. He found my father still struggling with his job. The papers were scattered on the table and floor. There is a small hill in the ashtray, made from butt-butt. Three empty coffee cups, frozen near the Father.
Daughter to look at the figure of a man who is wearing a T-shirt and the sarong. He was not aware if her glasses were slipping into the nose. His face is tense. At times, finger scaling letter after letter in front of his eyes. Enthusiastic as he was, until I realized that time has given birth to knock it raises a choked tone-pack, which almost every night sleeping comfort her ruin. A while later, he stopped ketikannya. Mematung silent, but such thoughts wander in the dark. Tapping again. Pile up again. So continuously. Ah, Father, swish Princess in the liver.
Old typewriter it is worth it to Mr.. One day, he did say that he is more loved that typewriter rather than himself. Opinion excessive, according to Princess. But, if it is to see how Mr. treat typewriter, the Princess is really trenyuh. This is the link love terunik that he had ever seen. Honestly, Princess has saturated hear the history of the typewriter. Many times Mr. mengulangnya. Things bought for tilt at a flea market. While up on the original story-muasal spend money on the typewriter, the more berbinarlah mimiknya. Yes, yes, Princess had memorized by heart. From the writings excluded royalty, in the end he could have an old typewriter tempting in a dream.
So. Perhaps the typewriter age was much older than the Princess who is now sitting at a general secondary school. Whenever you see the typewriter, the Princess as seen figure of a retired elderly. In the rest of his life, not necessarily he is still working to help Mr. producing writings. Warehouse is great for the antique objects.
But no. Mr. typewriter so treat the patient. History, perhaps, make love I never wilted. Several times Mr. refit of his beloved. In recent years, he began exacting. There is only damage that occurred, such as tape that often last from his place or letters printed on tilt. But, Mr. meladeninya patient. If he was willing to repair the damage, certainly earned his own. If he surrenders, he is free to put it into service.
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Finally, the shadow of the Princess feared came true. The teachers at the school to prove the threat. Starting today they called strikes teach until an unspecified time limit. This is really a nightmare. How not, all the teachers in his city, even in other cities, simultaneously perform the same action. They insist that the central government to realize their demands. Ah, so many ways of addressing a question. This is the best choice among the worst.
Such tiger disturbed sleep, the teachers at school daughter a long stretch of taping their submission. Starting today, almost all schools in the state of total paralysis Princess. There is no school day. Mass strike teachers. Since morning, there was, the people forced to witness the view that somehow heroic or sad. Teachers with a full corps clothes, flocked into the building representative. They want to deliver the aspirations there. They still managed to smile and memekikkan yel-yel, but surely spilling tears in their mind.
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