Dear, Dolls!
Disputes in the Kitchen

In the afternoon, Emma wanted to take a short walk around the villa. He then brought two Sella and Cello dolls with him in a baby stroller.

Emma thought if she often took the two foster dolls during the day, maybe they would not be nosy at night.

Well.. That makes sense too right? aren't most children going to feel tired and sleepy when they are satisfied playing during the day?

So maybe that rule also applies to spirit puppets. That's what Emma thought.

Emma then took the children to see the fish pond that was behind the villa.

"Wahh. His fish kayak there are many tuh! Tomorrow we try fishing for yuk fish! If not now. Awkwardly. Soon again also wanted maghrib," said Emma in her monologue.

Around Emma no one was seen within her sight range. Emma only had time to meet Mr. Adda, the janitor and tidiness of the yard in this Grandhill villa.

Mr. Adda is a quiet man with a gloomy face. Emma felt that she did not fit too well with the residents in this house. Except Hara's aunt alone might look normal according to Emma.

"You want to see something exciting, don't you, Sell? Look at yes!" Emma suddenly exclaimed cheerfully at the two puppets sitting quietly on top of her carriage.

Emma then picked up the pebble that was on the edge of the pool. Then throw it in the middle of the pool.

Chill-plung!

Instantly also a large-sized risk formed in the middle of the pond.

"Haha! Lookie! The fish is on the run! It's a real thrill!"

Emma then returned to repeat her throw at the pool. And some ripples were re-created.

After being satisfied to play, Emma also ended her own keasikan with a little guilty feeling. In the end before re-entering the house, Emma shouted her apology to the pool dwellers who had been bullied by her these past few minutes.

"Sorry fish!! I'll bring the bait tomorrow! Get ready for me to catch ya, you guys!" Shouted Emma with a heart that was satisfied in pleasure.

And Emma re-entered the villa, when she saw the sky that began to show her reddish orange hue.

Half an hour later..

"Now, you are handsome and beautiful. Your stomach is full too!" Emma returns to talk to Sella and Cello.

He just finished wiping and feeding them both.

"Now, replace the sister who wants to take a shower too let it be beautiful. You guys stay here first, okay! Want me to set a song for you?"

Emma asked the two stuffed stiffly silent. Despite not receiving a response from the doll she was talking to, Emma continued to tune the song from the radio in the room.

After searching for several channels, Emma finally found a radio channel that broadcasts classic anime songs.

Coincidentally the song that was being broadcast was the soundtrack of the anime movie Doraemon: Stand by Me entitled "Himawari no Yakusaku". A song by Japanese musician Motohiro Hata.

"Well, that's a good song. You guys are fine here. I'm going to take a shower!" Pamit Emma's in a hurry.

In the distance, he heard Adzan maghrib saying.

"Allahu Akbar! Allahu akbar!"

"Ouch! Maghrib hunt! Hurry up and shower!" Emma muttered as she went down the stairs.

After a quick shower, Emma rushed to perform the Maghrib prayer.

In the kitchen Emma finds Hara's aunt helping Chef Kiman prepare dinner.

"Auntie.. Emma help ya!" Emma walks into the kitchen and offers help.

"That's okay, Neng. Neng Emma has a rest in the room. Later if the food is ready, auntie call Neng!" Reject Bi Hara with a friendly smile on her face.

"It's okay, Bi. Emma Bete in the room alone. Instead of being alone, Emma here mending connect with aunt and Mr. Kiman. Who knew Emma could be full first nyicipin food! Hee's.." Emma jovial.

Bi Hara did not comment on Emma's slopp. He just widened his smile. Meanwhile Mr. Kiman bluntly scolded Emma.

"Basic boy!" Mumbled Mr. Kiman slowly.

Although the middle-aged man muttered in a quiet voice, Emma could still hear her words earlier.

Emma was silent and misguided. It was fortunate that Hara's aunt was kind enough to comfort Emma.

"Don't listen to that weathered bujang talk, Neng! He was always mumbling all the time!" Cibir Bi Hara to Mr. Kiman.

"But! Who is the weathered bujang! I think he's talking about himself!" Mumbled Mr. Kiman again while moving the samsi on a hot skillet.

From her scent, Emma smelled the smell of sauteed shrimp being cooked by Pak Kiman. Immediately, Emma's saliva was dripping profusely in her mouth.

"Don't just talk to you, man! I was married and had a child. So obviously, that weathered bujang is you!" Omel Bi Hara.

Hearing the quarrel between Aunt Hara and Mr. Kiman, Emma so realized from her daydream will stir-fry shrimp. He also did not know whether he had to participate in a hot conversation in the kitchen at that time or not.

Emma did not expect that aunt Hara who is usually friendly and soft-spoken words that turned out to be able to nag too.

Emma was reminded of her mother, Retno.

"Hhh..."

Unknowingly the girl sighed deeply enough. His breathing turned out to attract the attention of Aunt Hara from her dispute with Mr. Kiman.

"Neng Emma why? Sorry to say Mr. Kiman yes, Neng. He used to grumble about everything. So do not enter the heart yes if his speech is bad," said bi Hara advising.

"Ehh. that.."

"Hey. If you want to talk to people, not in front of people! " Seek Mr. Kiman again.

"Like me! It's my mouth, my mouth!" The Reversal of Bi Hara.

Emma is increasingly confused and awkward with the situation she is facing right now.

The girl became confused to say another word as she was faced with two adults who were bickering in front of her eyes back then.

"Bi Hara?" Call Emma to mediate the dispute between the two.

"Yes, Neng? Why?" Sahut aunt Hara.

Confusion does not know what to say, finally Emma triggered what came to her mind right then and there.

"Have you and Mr Kiman been ex-parents of each other?" Cetus Emma without having time to prevent and strain first.

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