MIRACLE MIRACLE MIRROR
EPISODE THIRTY-FIRST

"Meooong, meooong..."

Ali gasp.

Black's face was right on his face.

Both their eyes clashed with each other, but Ali strangely felt a fierce heartbeat.

"Hi_black?!?"

He was shocked and confused.

Left and right. It turns out that his position is now on a king-size bedcover in his Eyang heritage house.

"What's going on? Wasn't I talking to Yadi, Mbah Kandut's grandson?" ask Ali to himself.

The Black wagged his tail. Sometimes meowing is like giving Ali codes.

Ali got up and took hold of Black's body which wriggled spoiled.

The cat is now like it has felt comfortable hugged Ali until sometimes like deliberately approaching ask in a carry.

"Hey, wait! Our feeling was talking to Yadi, right, Tem?" ali asked while lifting Black's body until now was right on his face.

Black as shy do not want direct eye contact with Ali. The style really resembles a virgin cat that is being noticed by male cats.

"Haish, you are! Even the clamps of the clamps!"

Ali was anxious but suddenly,

Cup.

"Meow!!!"

Black jumped so shocked. And Ali was no less surprised.

Suddenly his Mbah room crystal lamp that had no electricity flow back flickering, like there was an electric short circuit.

"Ah," cetus Ali back to beware.

Krelep

Cepras

Shuuunggg

Syungggg

Shuuungg...

Ali felt his body sucked into a giant vacuum cleaner. And...

Plaque.

Plaque! Plaque!

"Stupid kid! Just this your grade? Why only seven? Why are you so stupid! Huh huh? So different from your brothers!"

Ali gulped.

His eyes stared unblinking.

Anton Darmawan has just received three slaps. One from his mother, two from his father.

Ali gasp. Never thought much less imagined.

Blue white Anton uniform. The current sign is that he is about 14 years old or 15 years old. Make Ali immediately look at himself who is also in a blue white uniform immediately rubbed the look of his face and filled increasingly tight to the wall.

Ali is not one junior high school with Anton. That's because Ali chose a private school away from the domicile of his rented house so that it has a new neighborhood circle.

Ali stared at a piece of certificate paper bearing the name Anton Darmawan as the first winner of a painting competition between junior high school students in the municipality.

Ali remembered that time. He and Anton did meet again in a painting competition between Junior High School students. Mr. Jauhari who was his art teacher at Junior High asked Ali to give a certificate on behalf of Anton who was left in the room.

"Ali, please huh? You know Anton, right? You are from the same elementary school. Here's the certificate left under the table."

At that time Ali did deliver to Anton's magnificent and luxurious house in an elite housing complex.

But not the thanks that He got, but Anton's harden who told him to get out of the courtyard of his big house on the grounds of spreading the smell of garbage he said.

Now, the story repeats itself.

But how shocked Ali, it turns out, Anton has a tragic story also behind his confusion against Ali.

Is Anton a foster kid? But, not koq!?! Anton was their youngest. And they are very affectionate when in front of others.

Ali was still peeking out from behind the big tree.

Anton looked down with his hands rubbing his cheeks.

Suddenly,

A young man who was walking quickly towards them immediately nailed Anton stubbornly to the point of complaining of pain.

"Youwww!!!"

"Your brain is frozen! Need to be dried, Pi, Mi, let's have a little enceran!"

Ali glared in shock.

That, brother? David Bang? Who's a math olympic champion overseas? Whoaaa, it turns out his sister was the race maestro. Always win every maths event!

"Emang must be dried up by your brother's brain!" his dad seemed to not care.

"Dwelling, Papi. This stupid kid doesn't want to be my sister! Brother Marsha is the best graduate on the campus of the University of Indonesia with cumlaude grades. Bang Regar, he was a professor at a young age. Masa' has a brain adek minimalist like this! Papi is a scientist, Mami is also a super great parmasi expert. But koq's youngest son, hm.. Maybe his brain stock ran out when Anton made it, Pi, Mi? Haha..."

Ali goosebumps, seeing the Anton family who very clearly bully the last descendant of their own clan. It was even more sadistic for Ali than Anton's bulian for him at school just once every day.

Oh God! There are yes, parents who can insult their own children?! That's his brother too, even though his brain is very genius and always number one math problem. But...

Brucks.

Her mother pushed her youngest son's head down.

"Excuse me, assalamualaikum!"

"Waalaikum greetings?"

They were shocked when they found out that someone else had suddenly appeared from behind the tree.

"Sorry, Sir, Mom. I was asked to help the painting competition committee, to deliver a certificate belonging to Anton who missed!"

Anton's mother took the thick paper that Ali had thrust out.

"What'sthis? Another painting competition you participated in?! Huh uh? You useless child!"

Ali was shocked to death.

Anton is pushed hard by his mother, making Ali swiftly a shield for Anton.

"Mom, what's wrong with painting? Wh why? Why would Anton get this treatment? He's the champion of one city painting!"

"What's a good painting race? Only non-workable people like to mix colors without using brains!" Papa interrupted.

"Mr wrong. Painting also uses the brain. Measure the thickness of the composition between oil paint and canvas to produce beautiful work that is liked by many people. It also requires a refined feeling and a high artistic soul. Not everyone has the ability to paint. Me alone, is just a general champion only proud of my parents. Anton should be the pride of the family, too."

I don't know the power from which Ali dared to say such a thing to his parents and brother Anton Darmawan.

Made Anton speechless.

"No dictionary our family has a score of seven in more important subjects. Painting is just a hobby and cannot be a successful person in the real world." David was babbling.

"Who said? I thought Brother was a genius and knew a lot about world insights. But don't know many painters who become millionaires."

"Hey, kid! You know that Van Gogh? Vincent Van Gogh's? He died by piling up debts and went crazy until the end of his life! Is that what you said was a billionaire painter? Then, Rembrandt, died of poverty. Is that what you mean?"

"Picasso, Leonardo da Vinci, there are still many successful world painters. And Om must also know the price of painting young painters of the world today. Even one picture can be appreciated one Em, Om!"

"Stay not comparable to people who rely on brain and intelligence!" david did not want to lose.

Of course Ali was more eager to argue. Because Anton's family was much more arrogant than his son.

Just deserve. The fruit fell not far from the tree.

"A person who likes art is someone who is soft-hearted, sensitive and has high empathy. Brain genius is not necessarily a person of high attitude. Even many scientists who ended up living in prison and died in vain with his genius. They were consumed by their own genius and turned into monsters to research beyond the limits of human norms."

"What did you say? So, this kid!"

Ali swallowed his saliva.

Honestly, he himself did not know what he was saying. Everything just flowed out of his lips. As if the knowledge is very broad to know the stories of life of painters and scientists.

"Even Buckland ate the heart of the mummy of King Louis XI at an exhibition event. Delgado, at the beginning of his research spent hundreds of monkey lives to become his experimental device by installing a chip in the brain and connected to a remote control. Where are the scientists' conscience? Even Darwin's classmate, Albert Einstein, was not perfect. Even Einstein's own brain was stolen from his shell by Princeton scientist Thomas Harvey, who was very curious about the contents of Einstein's brain. What a man who no longer has the sense of logic and adab even though Einstein himself is the great teacher of scientists who are dubbed the father of relativity."

Both Anton's parents and his older brother David are familiar with Ali's science.

"Who are you?" ask Papa Anton.

"I'm Anton's SD friend. Anton was very good at school. He always advanced to be a representative of the class when there are drawing and coloring competitions. Anton has a huge talent for painting. I am an admirer of all his paintings. Even if you want to know, the wall that there is a mural of Anton's painting to date is still maintained by our Headmaster of Elementary School because he really likes the image made by Anton."

Ali recounts all the facts that happened even in Anton's future life.

Their SD building still maintains one wall that Anton painted in the form of murals that their SD time has not boomed like today.

"Anton...! Thank your friend! Thanks to him, you I give you leniency! Tekuni your choice! But if you fail to improve your quality with your choices in the art world, I'm ready to send you to the North Pole. College there!"

Ali's stunned. Both Anton's parents and his brother left, entering the house.

Leave Anton and Ali who are confused with netra to look at each other.

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