Dear, Dolls!
Preparation for Dinner

"Have these aunts and Mr Kiman been ex-ex-partners to each other?" Cetus Emma without having time to prevent and strain first.

For a few moments, the atmosphere in the kitchen was suddenly quiet.

Emma did not even judge the sound of friction samsi being held by Mr. Kiman to sound a little slower than before.

Aunt Hara looked at Emma with round eyes for a moment.

"What's this Miss Emma talking about?! Where there is such a kayak! I am the same Mr. Kiman has only known for a few years. So there's no such thing as we both dating." elak bi Hara with a strange gait.

The middle-aged woman did not look Emma in the eye as she conveyed her rebuttal earlier. He also looks busy wiping the kitchen table that Emma says no longer need to be wiped.

Seeing the suspicious behavior of Bi Hara, Emma immediately roared the horse.

'Oh my! Not really expecting. In this horror villa I can find cool gossip material.hihihi.' Emma's own inner murmur.

"Ooh.. "

Emma paused her sentence for a while before finally continuing her speech again.

"But if it's really okay too you know, Bi," Emma's seductress who is now propping her chin with both hands on the table.

"Gee! Neng Emma here thinks she likes weird ah!" Elak bi Hara again.

PRANGS!!

Emma and Bi Hara were immediately shocked by the sound of samsi clashing against the pan quite loudly. The second attention was immediately on Mr. Kiman.

After a while the kitchen was in a quiet mood, Mr. Kiman then said suddenly..

"It's ripe! The rest you prepare yourself! I'll go inside first!" Said Mr. Kiman who walked straight to the kitchen door.

Emma watched as Mr. Kiman passed by without giving a single look to him or Bi Hara.

After a long time Mr. Kiman passed, Emma just let go saying.

"Mr Kiman's kayak is angry with Emma, Bi. Emma's joke is a little late, huh, Bi? Emma's sorry, Bi.. Sorry if aunt doesn't like Emma too." Emma said with a guilty expression.

"It has. Don't take it seriously, Neng. Later also Mr. Kiman good himself. He often snorts. So it's not wrong Neng Emma also why she was kayaking earlier," comfort Aunt Hara.

"Yes, Bi. Emma wants to ask. There are three beds in the children's room? Who's that one, Bi?" Ask Emma suddenly.

"It's got Non Celia, Neng. She was the eldest child of his Madam," replied immediately Bi Hara who was pouring stir-fry shrimp in the frying pan into a large dish.

"Firstborn? So Bu Sofia actually has three children, huh, Mom? He is also. mm... Dolls like Sella and Cello?" Ask Emma again.

The girl could no longer mask her curiosity for the twins and the mysteries associated with them.

"Yes Neng. But Non Celia was not a puppet like her sisters. He is human like us" Bi Hara replied in passing.

"Ooh... Keep now his people where, Bi? Like Emma never saw this non Celia," said Emma honestly.

"Non Celia is currently being treated at the hospital, Neng. Aunty heard that it hurt so hard that she went into a coma. It's been years of her coma" Bi Hara replied again.

"ill? But Miss Sofia never seemed to have told me about her firstborn, huh, Bi?" Emma muttered in confusion.

"Aunty doesn't know about it either, Neng. Maybe Madam is too sad so don't like to talk about her firstborn who is very sick?" Bi Hara conveyed her conjecture.

"It could be, too, Bi. mm.."

"Udah yuk Neng. We put these plates on the dinner table yuk. In a moment the Madam might be going home," invite bi Hara to move the dishes in the kitchen to the dining room.

"Good, Bi!"

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Emma saw her master's arrival from the window.

"Good night, Nyo.nya..," Emma's greeting when opening the door actually did not get a welcome from Sofia.

The woman immediately passed away after Emma opened the door for her.

Emma saw the face of her employer looking very tired. Especially from the two crossed panda eyes on her white and again beautiful face.

Aunt Hara witnessed Emma being ignored by her employer. Gently, the woman comforted Emma.

"Don't take heart, Neng. Maybe Madam is doing a lot of work," entertain bi Hara.

Emma shook her head to clear the prejudice in her mind.

Actually Emma had no intention to meet her employer as soon as Sofia came home. But because Hara's aunt asked her to help open the door, so Emma finally did Bi Hara's request.

But it turns out Emma was ignored by Sofia.

'ah. Whatever! Besides, I don't like being so friendly with her either!' comfort Emma to herself in the heart.

"Yes. Take it easy, Bi. Emma didn't take the same attitude as Madam. Maybe there is more maslah in his work now," replied Emma for the consolation of Bi hara earlier.

"If so, Auntie call Mr. Kiman and Mr. Adda first yes, Neng. So later when the Madam called to eat, she did not wait too long," said Bi Hara while rising to Pak Kiman's room near the kitchen.

"If so, let Emma who ngabarin Pak Adda deh yes, Bi. For the task.Let them quickly come too.." proposed Emma offers help.

"Can that. Thank you, Neng.." said Bi hara.

"Together, Bi. But, Emma doesn't know where Mr. Adda's room is..?" Emma with a embarrassed face.

The girl was really not used to sifting through her speech. Maybe he offered to call Mr. Adda. When he did not know where Mr. Adda's room was.

'Stupid base!' put Emma to herself.

"Oh. yeah. neng. The room is outside the villa. Neng Emma knows that there's a small warehouse behind this villa?" Ask Bi Hara to Emma.

Emma nodded stiffly. Presumably he can guess where the real Mr. Adda's house. His guess really makes Emma immediately regret the offer of help he said to Bi Hara just a moment ago.

"Well. It was in the warehouse that Mr. Adda lived in. He is a janitor and security guard at this villa, Neng.." Bi Hara said.

"Ooh. jaudah. Emma's going there right now, Bi?" Emma asked in a reluctant manner.

"Yes, I can, Neng," Bi Hara replied lightly.

Emma's heart is breaking. The girl was so hopeful that Bi Hara realized her reluctance to go to her place of residence Mr. Adda.

Unfortunately Bi Hara was not looking into Emma's eyes when she delivered her last sentence earlier. Bi Hara was tidying up the magazine scattered on the table in the room.

"Yes, Neng. Nah. If so, aunty asked to please call her Adda sir yes, Neng.." said Bi Hara.

This time the middle-aged woman looked directly into Emma's eyes.

Emma who had wanted to express her reluctance to go out of the villa at curfew like this also finally had to swallow her sentence again.

He felt bad when he had to deny his own words.

"Yes, Bi. If so, Emma calls her Adda sir first yes, Bi.." said Emma as she stood up.

The girl then told herself to step out the door. As soon as the door opened, at once only the darkness of the night welcomed Emma's two neutrals.

The darkness of the night was gloomy without a single bright star above her.

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