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"Sister Lia, let's get started" Malika and Aisyah's screams roused me from the daydream.

"Come, Malika you choose an object to be painted freely anything" I told Malika who was called

Then I started teaching Aisyah embroidery techniques, where there are four embroidery techniques, namely longitude pricks, imprint stabbing, cross-piercing techniques and roll skewer techniques.

First I teach the technique of longitudinal skewers, where this technique is a basic technique of sewing and embroidery which is divided into three ways depending on the type of stitching desired. Aisyah's a smart kid quickly she can follow what I taught her. From the start of ordinary jelujur skewers, regular jelujur skewers and longitudinal skewers all he could follow easily.

I was busy teaching Aisyah to embroider once in a while I saw Malika who was focusing on painting. Tell him about painting techniques to make it look alive and real.

It did not feel the sun began to turn about to change position with the moon. But these two children are still cool and busy with their respective work.

Just as I was about to get off the gazebo there was suddenly a huge figure standing in front of me, making me look up to see who had appeared without cue.

"Dear, you?" I said as soon as I met Ferry's blue-eyed bead.

She just smiled sweetly at me while stroking my head.

"It's really up here to forget the same husband" goda Ferry while sitting in the gazebo

"Sir Ferry see Aisyah can embroider the shape of the flower now" said Aisyah while showing the results of her embroidery is almost finished.

"Wah Aisyah is great, just a day of learning can directly embroider the shape of flowers" said Ferry make Aisyah's face look very happy.

"My wife is very good indeed ngajar can make his students cepet can understand and immediately can practice" Whisper Ferry in my ears while biting my ear caping. Making my eyes glare at him, the diplototoin even a sweet smile.

"Malika is serious anyway? sampe om handsome here is not mentioned at all" Ferry tease on Malika who continues to focus on painting.

The soul of Kepo Ferry was powerless to hold, strong curiosity made the bule rise up to approach Malika who was busy painting.

"May also your painting, for beginners this cool looks alive and has a soul" said the bule while holding Malika's shoulder.

Malika smiled proudly at the compliments from Ferry. "Thanks for the compliment"

"How do you teach Malika to paint that cool?" ferry asked curiously as soon as he sat down again beside me.

"When he likes to paint from still elementary school, he has also entered painting class in a painting studio. Only lack of Malika he has not been able to enter the element of Soul in his painting although all this time the painting is good but does not look alive and has a soul.

"But it looks to have a soul and a life?" ferry said he was more curious because what I said was not the same as what he just saw.

"That's because I taught Malika to give strokes and sharpening at some point in her painting to look alive and have a soul" I explained to make the bule nod his head

"You're that good, sure you're in sixth semester?" ferry said with a face of disbelief.

"Why? don't believe?" my question with a jutek tone, kesel also doubtful abisnya people so memanpuanku.

"It's not so, baby, are you really sensitive?" said Ferry with a smile and stroked my head. I'm flicking my lips.

"You're teasing me?" Said Ferry with a perverted look.

"Diiih who teased you? don't be geer deh" I said as I stood and left the three of them dead in the back garden.

"Dear wait for me" cried Ferry as he walked after me.

"Have you seen Malika and Aisha?" asked Pras to look at me.

"They're in the back garden om, Malika is painting while Aisyah is embroidery, from after lunch they're the same Lia there" explained me who immediately got a response a nudged.

"It's appropriate to look for them no one looks a single one" said Om Pras with reasonable relief because he already knows the whereabouts of his children.

"If that's how Lia entered first, Om, want to help the mbok nyiapin dinner" said my message to Om Pras while walking quickly.

'May Om Pras stop Ferry's steps so he doesn't keep chasing me'. Pucuk in love ulam also arrived. What I expected was granted, om Pras took Ferry to the side terrace. Ferry's face seemed to want to refuse but unable to say he was only able to obey when invited by Pras to play chess on the side terrace.

When He looked at me, I immediately stuck out my tongue while rocking my hips teasing the bule. Ferry's face flushed like he was holding back my irritation or holding back his desire, which I don't know.

I again stepped into the kitchen as I had originally intended to help the mbok prepare dinner.

As soon as I got to the kitchen, I smelled the smell of Siomay in my nose.

"Mbok make siomay?" I asked while scanning the kitchen to find siomay.

"Yes neng, it has been mateng from just now just the mbok cariin one person does not look at the trunk of his nose, so do not mbok suguhin deh make afternoon snack" said the mbok

"Jeez lia forgot to say earlier, Lia same Malika and Aisyah again in the gazebo of the back garden. Though from earlier Lia aus and laper nemenin them" complained a little bete can not eat siomay this afternoon.

'If I eat now it means I won't eat dinner'.

"Yes already mbok for a snack later tonight if you stay up late" I told the mbok. "Now Lia can help mebok what to make nyiapin dinner?" I asked because I did not know what cooking intentions were for dinner.

"No need to neng, it's neat all stay fried bakwan maize same tempe only later if it's been deket dinner hours so it's still anget" explained the mbok.

"What dinner?" I was wondering because I didn't see the food container in the mini bar.

"Si mbok make neng oxtail soup, still in the soup pot, sambel terasi already so" said the mbok while pointing to a food container that contains terasi sambel.

"Wah tuh tuh mbok, eat oxtail soup pke bakwan corn and tempe fried plus sambel terasi.the best deh si mbok" said I while giving the mbok two thumbs.

Then I took two medium-sized plates to serve siomay for Ferry and om Pras. I also make juice mix barry for Ferry and coffee for om Pras.

As soon as I was ready, I asked the mbok to take him to the side terrace where Ferry and om Pras play chess, while I went upstairs to the room but before I went into the room I went to Bimo's room.

'This child why all day spent a lot of time alone in the room'

"Bimo, can you come in?" ask me while knocking on the door. But there is no word from within I have called him several times. I finally opened the door to Bimo's room, but I didn't see the boy's nose.

Only the room looks messy, lots of papers scattered on the floor, books are also not because of their location, cans of soda and coffee drinks are empty everywhere.

'Tumben really this kid can be this dirty? Why is he?" My kepo soul also began struggling to be filled with the desire to want to know.

Why Bimo, why readers? curious Yuuk keeps reading my novel.

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