Nackal Duda
Gift Looking

Utari

Adi and I walked into a very large toy store. The toy is also different from the toys in front of the SD toy maker.

I am an adult who likes to see a variety of toys here, especially children when invited here?

I was amazed to see toys arranged from small boxes to be able to form a statue of a boy.

"That's called lego! It's arranged one by one until it becomes like that!" mr. Adi explained.

"That's really cool, Mom. Who composes it must be patient and have high imagination." I said.

"The same is true of making cakes. We must have a high imagination, because decorating cakes is also an art. The better the cake we make, the happier we will be. If you make a cake later, you have to make a neat and unique. Can you make a cake in the form of lego? Or the train, the ball or whatever, surely your cake will be a lot of likes. About taste, I'm sure you're the champion!"

"It could be Mas Adi mujinya! Let's say you want to pick a doll?!"

"Oh yes! Even talking about lego. Let's go inside. The girl toy on the right."

I followed in Mr. Adi's footsteps. I laughed when Mr. Adi asked me to try pressing a button on the chest of the baby doll and the baby cried. "Who? Can cry anyway! What else can the baby be?"

"different. Someone can pee. Some taken his dot cry, Some can be bribed. Someone can crawl. Depends on the model." Adi explained one by one to me.

I'm getting fascinated with toys here. Different is indeed an expensive toy with toys to buy in the brothers. The material is better and safer if eaten. Kids themselves, anything put in the mouth.

"Which one do you prefer?" asked Mr. Adi to ask my opinion.

"Hm... Who can cry and pee, Mas.

Like a real baby." I replied.

"You want? Choose whichever you want!"

I refuse his gift. "I'm a big boy, Mom. It's not worth playing dolls anymore. Worth having a baby alive than a doll ha.ha..."

"Yes too! You will surely be

Beautiful and good mom for the kids!" god Pak Adi's.

"Ah Mas Adi could have! Mas Adi is going to be a good Papa. Same niece, dear to bother looking for toys, let alone the same child himself later?" godaku.

"Ha.ha... Candidates don't have it yet! Could be you! I pay first yes, we eat yuk! I'm so hungry!" I have not yet confirmed, Mr. Adi has gone to the cashier and paid for the toys.

He came back and gave me a paper bag. "It's for you."

"Make Dance? Is it a birthday dance, Mas?" I saw the paper bag he gave me. Waw... Lego.

"If the doll is said to be big, if you can make a lego display at home. Put it in a glass cabinet and be a collection at home. Later you can make a big lego kayak in front of it!"

"But dance is bad, Mas. The hell time is Dance bought?"

"Udah. Just relax! Let's eat! I'm hungry!"

Because it has been bought lego, I can not refuse when invited to eat. Mr. Adi invited me to eat at the food court.

"What do you want to eat?" ask Mr. Adi.

"KFC!" my answer. I love that old man's chicken. The spiciness just soaked right into the chicken meat.

"OKAY. I'll order ya!"

Before long Mr. Adi came with four chickens and two rice and drinks for our lunch.

"What are you taking the course for, Ri?" ask Mr. Adi while enjoying the food.

"So good for cake."

"Is that all? Don't want to sell your cake? Open that cake shop!"

"Loh, our course costs the most expensive tablets in the area here. That's you have money."

I smile. "Dance can tutoring because paid the same Om Agas. If you do not get paid, surely Tari just learn from Youtube."

"Learn from anywhere, as long as the content is good yes already follow. The difference is if you get a certificate. Can add to your plus value later."

"Yes anyway. Every home from the course, Tari always tries to make what is made in the course loh Mas. Let's not forget."

"I believe it. You look like a diligent child. Hm... What if you finish the course, you work at one of my cake shops? Keep honing your skills. If not sharpened will forget later!"

I was offered to work at a cake shop. What I heard from Avon, in addition to the chef in the high-end restaurant, Mr. Adi also has a large cake shop and spread in several cities.

It's a rare opportunity. I can develop my potential. I can go even further. But, is Om Agas going to give permission? I'm not sure.

Oh, my God, Om Agas! What time is it? I was so excited to see a toy that I forgot to go home.

"Sorry, I think I want to go straight home. The kesorean. Oh my goodness I haven't prayed!" I said in panic.

"Calm down first. You pray dzuhur first here, still hunted really. I have not prayed either. Let's go upstairs!"

Also true. If praying at home will not be hunted. "Judah come on!"

We went upstairs to the mosque to pray. I performed the dzuhur prayer and before long had reverberated adzan ashar. I prayed Ashar and went home.

Mas Adi drove me home. Unfortunately, by the time I got home the traffic was already jammed. Well, where am I not cooking for Om Agas anymore!

"What's wrong with you, Ri? So nervous!"

ask Mas Adi who saw me since earlier saw the clock on HP and can't wait to get home.

"Dari has not cooked Mas. Poor thing if Om Agas comes home from work hungry."

"You're just alone with your Om?" ask Mr. Adi.

"Yes. Papa and his mother Om Agas live outside the city. We're just alone."

"We have arrived." Mr. Adi dropped me off in front of the security post complex.

"Thank you very much!" I said after closing the car door.

"Yes. You welcome. You later if you manage to arrange the legion, send to me the photo!"

"Ready, Mas!" I said with a smile.

"See you in class!"

I nodded and did not wait for Mr. Adi's car to leave already walking towards Om Agas' house. Then I saw Om Agas' car driving past me.

"Of!" call me, but Om Agas did not stop and ignored me.

Judah, I walk! Later that night I fried a simple chicken. Dinner problem is sorted out.

I finally arrived at Om Agas' house. Due to the rush of the road, sweat as big as corn kernels soaked my face.

"Assynnya!" I said the first time I went into the house.

There's no answer. Maybe Om Agas is in the room. I washed my hands and headed straight to the kitchen. Blame the stove for frying chicken.

Besides chicken, I also fry tempeh and tofu which I have been exposed. It turns out that it is not in vain to prepare a side dish that is ready to be cooked.

Dinner was done, I went into the room. Om Agas was sitting reading his Tab. Usually again read news related to his stock investment.

I put my bag and approached Om Agas for salim. He gave his hand and made no sound at all. I then took a shower quietly. Om Agas, it doesn't seem like a problem that I'm coming home a little afternoon. Yeah, he doesn't care about me, either. Who the hell am I? Only his satisfied wife. Don't expect more dance. Even disappointed what I get. Huft....

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