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Beautiful eyes ping pong ball(Najwa)

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A pair of round and large eyeballs, with slices of green tosca, glow brightly in the twinkle of happiness.

His carefree light radiated until it was able to warm the air that began to pierce the pore.

The curvature of the crescent mooncase was clearly imprinted on that oval face. With both corners the cheeks are always blushing, like sakura petals in spring.

The beautiful girl, of Indo-Turkish and Japanese blood, opened her window slightly.

And.e., uh...,

Vush...,

A cold gust of wind suddenly smashed into that always cheerful face. The girl closed her eyes, permeating the scent of the second winter for her in the sushi country.

Then he took out one hand. Opening the palm, catching a bit more snow than yesterday.

Today, some of the trees and roofs of the house, began to be seen covered by a pile of white shaved ice.

Maybe it snowed a little bit last night.

A few branches of the leafless tree, as if grinding with cold.

When a strong wind blew, it hit a sturdy rod that was stuck along the outskirts of the city road.

The roads are quite slippery at the moment, perhaps because of that, active humans are more comfortable spending their time inside the house.

Sitting in front of the fireplace while sipping hot chocolate and a piece of dorayaki. Or, cross-legged in the family room enjoy a cable tivi event.

Then, turn on an electric room heater that emits heat. Gather, while eating instant noodles or spicy ramen sauce characteristic of the country.

Whatever the activity, when done with a beloved family, it will be something fun and memorable.

Bright brown hair that was freely scattered, until his mane waved loosely exposed to the wind.

Because, he was now in his room, and the open window only faced the backyard of his house.

So, he decided to take off the cover of his crown, and put it on the bed.

Until, the voice of a middle-aged woman who is very familiar with him. The place feels comfort, the figure that bestows affection is so great. Until, he forgot his unfortunate fate.

Not exactly, if the poor boy's sentence is pinned on him. Because, he was very lucky, had a family that was so warm and full of love.

Until he always felt peaceful and serene without lacking anything. Gratitude is not enough to express how happy he is. Merely, filial and be a girl of pride.

A proud girl, a respectable girl who will keep the iffah and dignity. Only that, which he was able to do and dedicate to his family.

Once again, the soft voice called out to him, jolting the beautiful girl who was flying with her daydream.

"Yeah, Umma." he answered, then closed the window back and grabbed the veil lying on top of his foam mattress.

Chequek.

The sound of the door opening.

It was the graceful figure with a smile, which was always calming.

Even so, several lines of aging had appeared on her beautiful face.

"Grabbing snow again, huh?" tanya Kartika who looks so shady with her long robe and veil.

His outstretched arm rubbed those slightly cold cheeks.

The little girl whose height almost equaled her, just put on her plain grin as usual.

"Hey habits, your cheeks to cool like a gini" Kartika protested to her foster children, who did not look like children anymore.

"Sorry, Um. Keasikan had forgotten, "the pretext of Najwa, with an innocent childish smile.

His stature was like that of a teenage boy.

Therefore, Kartika makes a special robe for him, the results of his own design are sewn by his workers in the land of earth.

Finding Muslim clothes in this country is difficult.

Even if there is, the price is expensive and less fitting with the needs. Although, the development of Najwa's scales looks rapid. Still, his soul was still a child.

With all its innocence and spoiledness. Moreover, against the figure of the man who was called "uncle handsome" by him.

"Lunch first yuk, Umma has cooked your favorite soup claw," asked Kartika.

Instantly the beautiful eyes sparkled, until a smile was created.

His favorite food is very rarely encountered, because the ingredients are rare and rarely available.

Although, they look for it in even the largest supermarkets.

Najwa continued to wander on Kartika, as they made their way down the winding stairs, all the way to the dining room.

Najwa, took off his lock on Kartika's arm and immediately ran over to the table. Instantly her tiny mouth formed a large "O" with both hands cupping her own cheeks.

"Eitss, what's his expression?" sindir Kartika, so that the little girl remembers something.

"Astagfirullah, uh, yes." Najwa, he said.

"Alhamdulillah.wasthiratillah, tabarokallah," They raised their hands in gratitude for the sustenance that was poured out before them at this time.

They also sat facing each other, flipped the ceramic plates that were tucked away, then scooped up the rice.

Hot steam is seen still billowing from a glass container.

Featuring colorful, vegetables floating on top of that savory broth.

"Umma, where's the plug? Very big again, uhhh..," Najwa, took a medium-sized bowl, then he scooped the vegetable soup into it.

" Your uncle, who ordered it. There is a friend who just returned from the island of Java," explained Kartika, smiling to see the expedition of the little girl in front of him who was so enthusiastic.

(You never once looked sad and moody. Your happiness is very simple, is your heart just as dear?)

" Uncle, it's the best!"

" In fact, I rarely meet uncle, but how can you know I crave the same soup?" his oceh while fanning vegetables in a bowl so as not to overheat.

"You know, Uncle is the one who loves you the most and protects you,"

" Without you saying it, Uncle would know what you want,"

"Oh, let's eat."

They also eat in silence and orderly manner. Only, there was a soft sound of the spoon clashing with the plate.

(Finally, Najwa eats a lot)

Andra nodded very carefully. His ignorant thoughts began to work, after a long time he did not play with his big baby.

A little girl was playing with her pet cat. The furry animal was enjoying the scratch for scratch that Najwa rubbed, on his distended stomach.

Being in a warm room, because the electric heater in the room was deliberately set. Inversely proportional to the temperature outside.

Because of the snow that falls almost every night, making the path to the highway filled with white shaved ice piles.

After, hang up his thick coat and put his boots in a special place.

Andra, open both of her gloves. Rubbing it both naked palms was flowing blood that seemed to freeze.

His position had been behind his little girl, then....

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