So I become a story-teller, I tell tales; long tales, short tales, fairy tales, princes and princesses tales, local fables, Aesop fables, Disney stories, stories of the prophets, Abu Nawas stories, and even made-up ones.
Sometimes I tell story with my eyes closed or half-closed. The story become gibberish and she would yell out. Up, I continue, if she's lucky, it reaches the end "they lived happily ever after".
Tonight, is the story of Badang, who ate the vomit of a mischievous creature and turned strong like Popeye after spinach.
I wonder, just wonder, how she will remember my stories when she grows up. Will she tell the stories to her children? Do the stories end one night or they live for many years to come ...
p/s: Do you like Miss Hippo-nice-ass? You too want to know her story?
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