My White Hamster

My White Hamster

By Rugyinsun

           

            It was walking funny. It lifted its front legs; stood on its back legs. It looked at me. I gave my hand to it. It smelled it. It ran away. I let it gone. It walked on the grass. I read my book. Then my phone rang. I hung on it. “Who is speaking?”

            “It’s me.” The voice of girl.

            “I don’t know you.”

            She laughed. I hung up the phone. I switch off it.

            “Oh, nut!” I got my white hamster were lost. I looked for it around the bushes. I didn’t find it.

            I looked around, was looking nothing. I remembered her, a girl who had just called me. May she was Ranne. She was my closed friend, but we were apart because of her character. When we were child, we used to play together–because we were neighbors. Now, I and she are students of college. I got a change on her.

            When we went home last two month, I got her angry with her little sister. Even she bit her. Whereas, she was a mature girl; she was going to be a mother. Even she didn’t protect his head again like other Moslem girls. Why? She didn’t like the culture in her village anymore. She didn’t like to stay in her village. She said that she was an educated girl; it’s not good to have relation with village people.

            I remembered when we were in the last meeting, she said, “I don’t like to stay in village. I dislike all in village.” I shook my head. “My mother, my mother, I don’t like all.”

            I stared at her; didn’t understand what she meant. “Ranne?”

            “I want get freedom! I don’t want other restrict me!”

            “Why Ranne?”

            “I am bored hearing my parents’ twaddle.”

            I shook my head. “Oh, girl. You’re a girl I pride of. Why?”

            I saw my white hamster was running around me. I caught it. It bit my finger. “Ow!” then I put it in its den.