THE EMPEROR'S HANDICAPPED GIRL
Busy Les

As promised, Hari said the other day, now a tutor was in the gallery room to guide Bia channeling her new hobby.

Every morning at 9 to 12, Bia will be sculpting. And in the afternoon continued reading lessons Braille.

"As an early stage, we must familiarize our hands with the texture of clay that we will use. To make sculptures, vases and other decorations, we need different textures and soil densities." Mr. Jovan, the sculpting tutor employed by Hari explained to Sabia painstakingly.

Currently, Bia was sitting in front of the turntable with a lump of clay that had been prepared by Mr. Jovan.

"Can you teach me how to make a face sculpture, sir?" pinta Sabia pleads.

I heard a crisp laugh, Mr. Jovan. "Prophey, Brother Bia. Once you master the method of making vases, we will learn to make face sculptures!"

"But I want to make a face sculpture, I don't want to make a vase!" rengek Bia. Why does he make vases? He could not even see the beautiful flowers!

"alright, fine. I will teach you how to make a face sculpture. First of all, we have to feel the object we are going to make, remember and store it in memory, then pour it into the work!"

Sabia listened to Mr. Jovan's explanation with focus.

"Sister Bia already has an image of who wants to make a face statue of who?" ask Mr. Jovan to investigate.

Sabia nodded quickly.

"Well, because the condition of Kak Bia is limited then I will first introduce the combat equipment, yes?" Mr. Jovan approached Sabia's place and brought a device close to his disciple's hand.

Bia touched the tool in her hand carefully.

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"That's the name of the butsir, sister Bia. Later we form, sharpen, patch and cut clay by using the tool. The shape of the tool varies depending on the level of difficulty of the shape of the statue we will make!"

Mr. Jovan pointed Bia's hand at some of the equipment to the right of his desk.

Sabia fumbled the small tool with her hand. There are like spades with pointed ends, there are also blunt ends.

"Later on we'll be using these three tools more often, anyway." Mr. Jovan brought three nuts with different ends to Bia so he could feel them. "The end is different because later we will make different curves as well."

"Can we start?" force Bia.

Mr. Jovan laughed. "Why so rushed, Brother Bia? This is just the first meeting. Does Brother Bia want to immediately make a statue of the husband's face?"

Bia scowled at the joke from Mr. Jovan. "No. I want to make a statue of someone's face!"

"Well, that guy's lucky. Is the guy in this house now? Brother Bia needs to feel his face so that later can make it happen in the form of a statue!"

Bia nodded quickly. "He's still working at this hour."

"Well, or does Brother Bia remember what his face looks like? So we can just practice, nih!"

Once again Sabia shook her head in disappointment.

"Hmmm, it looks like it's going to be hard. But as a first step, how about we make a statue of the face of Kak Bia's favorite artist only!?" mr. Jovan's proposal sparkled.

Sabia smiled, she nodded quickly. "Can!"

Sabia thought for a moment. "Prince Eric!"

"Who?"

"Prince Eric! Princess Ariel's husband."

Mr. Jovan frowned confusedly. He never knew there was an artist named Prince Eric before. Is he a member of the British Empire?

"Ah, Mr. Jovan is not slang! He's a character in the movie The Little Mermaid!" firmly Bia.

Mr. Jovan patted her forehead quickly. "Oh, means he's not real, huh!? Who was that artist!" lirih Pak Jovan while scratching his neck.

"He's real, sir! There's a movie."

"Yes but a cartoon, Brother Bia. Hmm, well, we'll make Prince Eric's character an experiment." Mr. Jovan approached Sabia and prepared enough clay. "First of all, we will ......"

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"Where's the first lesson? It seemed exciting," asked Mira as she and Sabia were now sitting at the dining table together.

"That's a big shout, Ma! I learned to make a statue of Prince Eric. I was going to make Hari's face anyway, but since she's still working so tomorrow's ajat!" sabia was clearly sparkling.

"Well, Hari must have taken her face to be a statue!" puji Mira happy.

"Hu'umh! From the beginning also he who encouraged Bia to be busy with various activities so as not to continue."

Mira smiled with relief. He ate his last mouthful with pleasure. Although the side effects of chemotherapy are still eating away at his body but he must be healthy for the sake of his family.

"Why do you suddenly want to learn sculpting?" mira asked after swallowing her food with great difficulty.

"No idea, Ma. Suddenly the idea appeared when chatting with Bima. The power is exclaimed if we perpetuate something we cannot see into a palpable form."

Mira frowned confused. "Can Bia be operated on?"

"But it's still a long time, Ma. While filling the time, Bia wants to make something that can someday be remembered. So later if you see the statue of Hari, Mama, Papa, and my parents, Bia so want if the process of making your statue is not easy!"

"Emperor's Statue? Why not also called?"

Bia scowled and shook her head quickly. "Mending made a tear out of making a statue of her face!"

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Ahh, Bia, here!

This kind of emperor is called ma cobek 🤣