Composed by: Dindi Nugraha_XI.A
In the morning picko wartered flower. In the garden beside her house. suddenly she surprised with a sound and her name was called from neighbour's house.
''Picko,,,,,Picko,,,,, come here ! " its sound was listened
again. Realy it was a man sound. But Ina didn't knew it's sound. she knew there were a new neighbour which moved two a day ago. He climbed on stone at the garden. Her head look at neighbours yand. there where a child played with a cat. ''Come on, picko ! " a son said.
Her pace was pallid. finally, he knew if name, but a name for a cat.
