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JI 2 - Care Jasmine

After the extreme bullying, Jasmine did not go to school because she was still traumatized. Leon and Arini do not force Jasmine to attend school. Just leave it to Jasmine, as long as it's good for her, Arini and Leon will definitely be supportive.

"Jasmine said she was bullied because of Sinta. Sinta said you were broke. And his friends said Jasmine was no longer worthy of school there, because the school was specifically for rich children. How could a child think so, wonder me." Arini spoke while making their bed.

"Love? Sinta said I'm broke?" ask Leon not to believe it.

Arini nodded while putting the pillow in the real position.

Leon growled in annoyance. Dealing with Jasmine was classified as unforgivable again. The children were playing physically, not just verbally.

"We need to talk to the school" Leon said. The man sat at the dresser looking at his wife who was making the bed.

"I agree. Even Mama said, Jasmine should just change schools," said Arini still with the activity of making beds.

"Mama?" Leon frowned.

"Yes. Actually, Mama loves Jasmine. But it might still be a bit awkward to start an interaction."

Leon nodded his head a few times. "By the way yesterday I sent Jasmine to school, I met Sinta. He's nanya, why move? Move to where? But I didn't answer. Maybe from there he speculated that I was broke."

"Today's this?" ask Arini.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Indeed the outrageousness of Sinta. We should come to school today as well."

"Yes. I concur. Jasmine's hump didn't enter today. So he doesn't have to look at our anger at school" Leon said, tidying his hair and facing the mirror.

"OKAY. I'm ready first" said Arini and embraced by Leon.

Jasmine and Joseph's mother then went into the bathroom to clean up.

***

Leon's little family is having breakfast. Staff complete. There's Malvin, Pearl, Leon, Arini, Jasmine and Joseph.

"Are you going to school today?" ask Malvin. The middle-aged man already knew everything from his wife.

Leon nodded confidently. "Yes, Pa. They've been so outrageous. Can't just be quiet." Because of his emotions Leon, he unconsciously grasped the spoon very firmly.

"Jasmine still wants to go to school? Don't want to move?" ask Pearl with her flat expression.

Jasmine did not dare to answer because of the creepy Pearl face. After all, her grandmother had never reprimanded herself at all. It was only natural that Jasmine was afraid.

"It's sweet to ask a toddler." Malvin nudged Pearl's stomach slowly. "The face of the serem is like that, where dare his son answer."

"Oma serem, huh, Yusuf?" The pearl looked at Joseph who was next to him.

Joseph plainly shook his head. "It's a ghost, Oma," he said with a plain look.

Leon held his laughter. Funny mother and daughter.

"Do you want to change schools or stay there?" The pearl asked Jasmine again. But this time his expression was more friendly. Not as fierce as before.

"Jasmine is about to graduate, Oma. It's a pity if you want to move," Jasmine replied in a soft voice. Really for what sake, even though the expression of the Pearl was calm, it was still spooky in Jasmine's eyes.

"Yes if you don't want to move," said Pearl as she resumed eating. Just now her expression was sweet, now it had turned sinister again.

Arini stroked the top of Jasmine's head that was next to her. "You want more, son?" tanyakanya.

Jasmine shook her head slowly. "Kenyang, Ma," he answered.

They then continued to eat breakfast again. Pearl and Malvin will be returning overseas. So this morning the two spent a solemn breakfast with their family.

***

Jasmine was painting on a medium-sized canvas. Surely he's not alone. There's Wulan next to him.

Both of them sat in the garden behind the house. Not far from their place, there was Ani cleaning the pool.

Jasmine's father and mother had already left for school to hold the school accountable. While her grandparents and sister were inside the house, they were playing.

Jasmine should have started painting lessons yesterday, but because she was injured. Forced to not come.

Actually Jasmine had forced herself to come, but Arini did not allow it.

"Later afternoon Jasmine started tutoring, Aunty. Aunty Wulan wants to come, won't she?" Jasmine offered as her hands scribbled on the canvas.

"Can you?" ask Wulan in disbelief.

"By, dong. Jasmine told me Mama. Mama can."

"Yes!" Unknowingly Wulan punched out the air so excitedly.

Wulan knew that Sanggar Pratiwi was the flagship sanggar. He had wanted to go there for a long time, but there was no chance. So when invited by Jasmine, she was very happy.

Yes, although there later he can only watch from a distance, but it's okay. What matters is that he is not curious anymore.

"Aunty, Jasmine is willing to confide," Jasmine said seriously. The little boy put down his brush and looked at Wulan.

"What murhat?" ask Wulan curiously.

"It was breakfast, Oma Tiara negur Jasmine. Oma nanya gini, 'Jasmine want to change schools or stay there?'. Kok tumben ya Oma want to talk to Jasmine," said Jasmine with her innocent expression.

"That's a sign that Oma cares about Miss Jasmine" Wulan said.

"Aunty just call Jasmine. Not Misses. Jasmine doesn't like it," Jasmine protested. Because he often protests like this to Wulan, but Wulan never mengubrisnya.

"No, ah. Aunty likes Miss Jasmine."

"Jasmine no!" The little boy folded his hands in front of his chest with five centi lips.

Wulan bobbles his head to see the behavior of his master's son.

Very amusing.

"Yes yes. From now on, Aunty will just call Jasmine. Don't wear Miss," Wulan said in the end.

"Well, that's it, dong! Just tell Bude Ani. Tell Jasmine to call as well. Don't wear the ladies."

"Ready, Jasmine!" Wulan behaved upright typical of soldiers. "Now continue to paint it!"

Without waiting twice, Jasmine continued painting.

"Wulans... Please make me watermelon juice" said Pearl from a considerable distance. The host carried Joseph to the right.

"Okay, Oma!" sahut Wulan sprightly. He looked at Jasmine for a moment. "Aunty make juice first, huh?"

Jasmine nodded obediently.

After Wulan died, Jasmine was alone. The boy continued painting.

"Does Oma care about Jasmine?" he muttered almost without sound.