We met when we were children and in our young hearts, we had a dream for each other. In our young hearts, there is a strange feeling that makes us happy. But we will be separated because of a bad event that only we ourselves know about. When we met again, it was the formerly goofy boy Duncan Patterson, who I once smiled at and I knew he was kind. Now I made a mistake.
Chapter 1 First Meet
Mazel
"Mom, I'll just go out and play," I said goodbye to my mother because she was wrapping the goods. 'That's what my mom's job is and my dad is a construction worker.
"All right, but don't go away and your dad told you never to go there in the subdivision. Do you understand? Me! You'll be scolded you're really young!" mama sighed as she continued to wrap the turon. Turon is made a sweet banana and wrapping like shanghai wrapper and add sugar.
I just nodded and went out but what they didn't know I still went there because that's the only thing that's quiet and no noise when I want to draw.
I'm going to the back of our house now. I just turned around in a different lane so that mama wouldn't see me. I'm really sorry if I'm naughty. I talked to myself as I smiled as I walked.
There was no hole in it before and I don't know why the wall suddenly cracked and it punctured and it seemed intentional because I was right in anyhole. I used to not hang out here because there was no hole here, I was actually there on the basketball court because it was vacant and no longer played.
It is strictly forbidden to go here because many rich people complain that they are being robbed within the subdivision. And we squatters are the ones they teach to do.
I removed the board that covered it and immediately slipped through the hole, I closed it again and covered it so that no one could see. I climbed the cracked rocks up the wall and then suddenly I saw a boy sitting in my favorite chair. I was shocked and noticed that tears were dripping down her cheeks.
"Hey! why are you crying?" I asked loudly. He turned around.
"Who's crying?" he asked me again and hurriedly wiped his tears from his cheeks.
"Weh? Pretend you're not crying? Eh, I see you." I said laughing and accompanied by a smile, his face frowned which made me smile even more.
"You're not funny!" he replied frowning.
"Fine!" I nodded in response to him and sit the rock here beside me.
"Wait why are you here? Isn't it allow you to enter here when you don't live here? Where did you go?" He asked in serious tone.
Make me laugh before I speak. "The number of questions you ask, why are you crying? My grandfather said that a man shouldn't cry to look brave." As I say that my feet sway as I sit.
He didn't answer instead 'he was even more sad. "Why did your dad beat you?" later I asked because he was so quiet. Until I heard him take a deep breath.
"You? When you want to take a walk, does your parent accompany you?" he asked in a sad voice.
I laughed at his question. "Yes, of course!" I answer quickly. "Why are you crying? I thought you were beaten." I laughed again and looked at him.
"You're still fine, I'm always just Yaya Chona with me every day." sadly he says.
I felt sad because of his voice as well as his two eyes.
"Why don't you have parents anymore? Are they dead?" Consecutively question him.
"They're not dead. They're just always in the states for business and I rarely see them." he replied sadly.
I just kept quiet because I didn't know what to say.
"Aaa .. Is that so. Don't you have a brother? Or friend?" I asked him again.
"I don't have a brother, I'm alone and I don't even have one friend. They don't want me to be friends because they will only do evil ," said mommy. "Especially when they're poor." his story looks serious.
I was upset because of what he said and hurt because I was just poor.
"I'm also an only child, and it's not true that when it's hard to do bad things." I answered because I was saddened by what he said and bored.
"My mommy said they were bad." he said again.
"It's a pity because you don't have a friend and you can't be a friend either." my sad word because I thought we would be friends.
"Wait, you cheated. You haven't answered my question yet. Where did you go? I'll report you to the guard." he was threatening me.
"No! Don't! Come on, I'll show you." we stood up so I could show him where I had passed.
"Here, here I go." I pointed the covered wooden. With a moderate size hole and just fit kids like us.
"The good one has a way there." its happy voice for him.
"Hey, we're just keeping this a secret huh? I only come here when I'm drawing." happily I told him he was smiling.
"Really? Do you know how to draw? Then can i see?" excited he says.
"Eh ... I don't want to be embarrassed." I answer him.
"Why are you shy? Let's go." he carved.
"All right, but don't criticize my drawing" and I handed him my drawing book. "Oh, look at this." I saw his smile.
"It's not bad, but why home?" He asked me with mixed astonishment.
"Why a house? Because we don't have our own house, we just rent it, that's my dream to buy our own house so that my mama and papa won't have any more difficulties." I answered humbly as I stared at the sky.
"Ah, ok. I understand," he simply replied.
"What's your name?" later he asked me.
"Me? Mazel, you?" I also asked still embarrassed.
"It's me, Duncan." he said briskly smiling and he turned to me.
"Your name is ugly." I react to him.
"Ugly? My name is cool." he said arrogantly and still grinning.
We both laughed at the same time.
"Duncan!"
"Duncan! Where are you? Let's go home!"
We looked at each other because we heard a loud voice calling 'to, Duncan.
We both looked at where that call was coming from.
"Yaya Chona is looking for me. I'm leaving. Let's meet again tomorrow." he said goodbye smiling.
I nodded to him and smiled as well.
"All right I'll come here again tomorrow let's play, bye." I'll say goodbye to him. He ran over to someone calling him.
He hadn't gone far when he ran back to me again.
"Oh? Why did you come back?" I wondered question him and he was still gasping.
"I want your drawing I like to display in my room." it gasped.
I was surprised by what he said. "Don't make it ugly." I answered quickly.
"That's not it, come on!" he still pressed on me and held out his palm.
I did nothing and I tore up a page of my drawing book and gave it to him. "Oh, go ahead." I said happily.
He just smiled and he was running away again while still jumping. And I suddenly smiled as I looked up at the sky.
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