As pretty as a Butterfly
Chapters 37. Not very good.

Next day.

"Jelita, this is a school uniform and also a new set of school equipment, because tomorrow you have started studying there" said Mrs Caca while handing over a package of school equipment to Jelita.

"Thank you Ma'am" Jelita replied and accepted the gift.

"Name-sama ... Regarding going to school tomorrow, the first week you will be picked up by Roy, Mother's private driver and the next week you can use public transportation," said Mrs Caca gave an explanation.

"Good ma'am .." Jelita replied obediently.

Mrs Caca then gave her some money. "This is transport money and also an allowance for you worth 300 thousand rupiah, where the money is for six days of school in one week. So every week you have to come here to take the money."

Jelita nodded and received the money from Madame Caca. "Okay, thank you." Jelita then pondered, making Madame Caca ask, "What's up Jelita, why are you quiet?"

"Rem ... Isn't this one week, Jelita will be picked up. So it's better that the transport money be cut off, ma'am" Jelita replied.

Madame Caca smelled a smile. "It's okay Jelita, it's your right. So accept it, you can use the money for other purposes only or at least in the tube."

"Alright," replied Jelita, then Mrs Caca held out a book to sign. "Sign here, for proof that you've received the money."

Jelita nodded and put her signature on a page in a book, which contained her name, date and some money that Jelita had received. As proof of acceptance and also for other archives.

"Already Ma'am," said Jelita while returning the book to Mrs Caca.

"Thank you ... Oiya Jelita can you sleep last night?" ask Mrs Caca.

Jelita shook her head and Madame Caca immediately asked. "Why, what's uncomfortable?"

"It's not so Mom, the place is very comfortable. Maybe it's because it's not your own home, so you're not used to it. Sleep in a soft bed, a cold room. Jelita is not used to all that, plus no homework ...." Jelita was silent thinking of something.

Madam Caca sighed and understood with the wishes of her foster child who felt bad. "Well, you can work in this house. Whatever you can do, do it. Later talk to Bi Sari yes, he will arrange your work here."

Jelita developed her smile and clasped both hands of her foster mother without excuse. "Thank you Mother, Jelita promised to work here and serve this family well."

Madam Caca gave a smile to see her foster children who returned to spirit. "Together."

Jelita was startled and immediately withdrew both of her hands, when she realized that she had accidentally clasped her hand tightly. "Ah sorry Madam ... Ah, I don't mean Mom, sorry Jelita didn't mean it."

Madame Caca chuckled. "It's okay baby, just your hands are a little rough" said Mrs Caca slightly insinuated the foster child.

"Sorry Mom, my hands are rough, but .. This is proof of my hard work." Jelita smiled and looked at her palms, making the Madam's heart full.

"You're a good boy, I can only pray for you. May one day you be successful and live happily. Amen!"

"Amine ... Thank you," Jelita replied.

"Together, now make me tomato juice!" tell Madame Caca and immediately Jelita nodded steadily. "Good Mom!"

Jelita came out of Madam Caca's study and rushed towards the kitchen with joy, making the pair of handsome men's eyes that were going down the stairs stare in wonder.

"What's wrong with him, get out of Mamy's room with a smile that's not clear" said Michael then walked to the kitchen to pick up something.

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"Thank you Bi Sari, until here let Jelita do it," said Jelita thanking Bi Sari, for teaching the girl how to use a tool called Juicer.

"Yes with Jelita. Then Aunt stay first yes, want to take care of other work," Bi Sari replied and Jelita nodded. "Good Bi."

Bi Sari then left Jelita alone in the kitchen.

"Okay is ready. Hem ... tomato juice," said Jelita and brought the juice to be given to Mrs Caca.

As he was about to enter the kitchen, Michael passed Jelita. They give way to each other, but unfortunately they always avoid going to the same place. Until they can't get past each other.

"Don't follow me dodging in the same direction. If I should have avoided going this way, you avoided going that way so that we could pass by," Michael told Jelita, but the one being lectured was dumbfounded.

"Curtain!"

Michael then pulled over letting Jelita pass first. "That's it, you're through first."

"Good ... Thank you, sir," Jelita replied and then looked at Michael who did not like it. "Ah I mean Michael," Jelita replied and passed by the man beside her.

"Hem is very fragrant" said Jelita slowly.

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Jelita knocked on the door and entered into Mrs Caca's study, carefully placing the juice on the table.

"Thank you" said Madam Caca smiling at Jelita.

"Together," Jelita replied as she raised her slumped glasses.

"Jelita go check your eyes and replace them with new ones. Later I'll ask someone to take you to the optics," said Mrs Caca felt anxious with Jelita glasses that were not fit to wear.

"All right, Mother" replied Jelita.

Mrs Caca then contacted someone to escort Jelita, but unfortunately no one was able to accompany her to go to optics.

Madame Caca hissing. "Cm ... I forgot that everyone and the driver were busy taking care of Nael's work, how was it? who else can help me" muttered Mrs Caca.

"Mother, if it can't be okay, I can buy another day. My glasses are not good, but they still work well" said Jelita did not want to trouble the foster mother.

"It's okay, kid, you're starting school tomorrow and I want you to have no trouble learning. Because your glasses that look no better will bother you when you see the lesson later," replied Mrs Caca then returned to thinking.

Jelita nodded faintly and let the Madam help herself, because Jelita had promised before that she would obey all the commands and requests of her kind foster mother were not deaf.

Not long after, Madame Caca flicked her finger, she then looked at Jelita and smiled.

"Jason ... Yes, he can take you there!" exclaimed Mrs Caca then immediately contacted the alumni of her proud foster child.

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Seriate.