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Preparation

That was their year-end holiday experience. There were no activities they did together after coming home from there. Everyone is busy enjoying their day off with their family.

The school is back and has been going on for a long time. Ditching activities are also often they do. The term is mabal, even though there is a warning and soon will be a test, they still ditching even when trying out too.

Cak, rather than just continuing to truant, it is better not to enter the school area and go directly to the desired place. But I don't know what he wants, the moron boy, getting into school and trying to find a way out makes it complicated himself.

Today was a holiday, Sinta was in the living room and was sitting opposite Brian. They are busy talking about graduation events that just wait a matter of weeks.

"Brian, I'll be with you too, I can't wait to see the times you're called the general champion." Sinta's real words are insinuating.

"Don't general champion Sinta, class champion only I never got it." Said Brian soberly.

"Don't be humble, I know you're hiding your talent. Oh yeah, who's gonna be the bride? Not you, are you?" Sinta looked seriously at Brian.

One year ago he only found out that there is such a custom at graduation in this country. He found out when he came to Raffa's class upgrade.

"Well, I said I didn't do it either. The bride is just a smart man." Answer Brian.

"Good then."

Sinta was relieved that her handsome boyfriend was not included in the show. He was not willing if Brian was with other women like a couple of brides even though it was just a lie.

"You've prepared her clothes? Whereabouts? I want to see." Saying Sinta curiously.

"The fabric is there, but it hasn't been sewn."

Brian had already gotten a few meters of batik cloth, one class agreed to wear uniform clothes. Men only get the batik, while women get the plain cloth as well.

"Huh? Wh why? The seamstress must be busy too." Given the graduation event, Sinta knew in this month surely the demand for sewing was on the rise.

"Mother who wants to sew Nak Sinta, so just relax. You want to make the same clothes as Brian, right? The fabric is less if divided in two, but we just create."

Mom sat down and nimrung. He deliberately delayed because he knew that Sinta would also come to his show. Perhaps Sinta wants to wear the same clothes and immortalize them.

Sinta agreed, she was so happy to have clothes that matched Brian. Although the cloth was a uniform of one class, but Sinta did not care about it.

Sinta did not think Mom could sew either, she had never seen a sewing machine in the house there. Mother did keep it in the room, more precisely in a special sewing room that can only be entered through her room.

"Now we measure first, I want to note also the additional cloth." I'm ready with the meter and the stationery.

At first, I measured Brian's body, he would only make a boss. For subordinates, he said Brian would wear jeans, so there was no need to sew anymore.

"Mom, is Sinta fat?" Say Sinta when her turn is being measured.

"No, how did you say that?" Ask Mom for wonder.

Brian who did say that was immediately embarrassed. Moreover, Mom looks at him. Sinta is indeed cute, he does not hesitate to tell the truth.

Among the Sinta family, there is no one whose cheeks are stye. From there there there is no genetics. In fact, Sinta's cheeks are only a little bloated. He really likes snacking, no wonder his body also looks plump.

"It's not fat, you're healthy. Your cheeks are what attracts attention. Gemes, I want nyubit."

"Hehe, I'm just kidding Mom." Brian drew his words.

Mom saw Sinta's body size is indeed wider than her. Obviously different because Mother often exercise. While Sinta, at least only in school in time for sports lessons only. Even so, Sinta still looks normal and beautiful.

After measuring, I immediately invited the two to buy the materials needed. Extra plain cloth and other trinkets such as buttons and ornaments that they may want to choose for themselves.

Brian didn't want to come, he didn't want to bother and just leave everything to Mom. While Mom and Sinta were away, she went to her room and sat behind the study table.

The UN prediction book he has got. The price is quite expensive, the book is thick and amounts to 4 subjects. In it contains a lot of material along with questions. Brian forgot what this material is, if you look around, maybe this summarizes the material from class 1 to class 3.

"This where fit in my brain. What the hell is going to show up?" Brian studied while constantly complaining.

Why does the teacher not give a definite grid? The UN problem cannot be this much. I thought Brian was furious while studying.

If calculated in 1 book of predictions, the problem can reach hundreds of pieces. Just looking at it Brian felt overwhelmed, but this was the only practical medium he could learn from.

Only one lesson he learned with pleasure. Learning is not dizzy and feels so exciting. English, a lot of vocabulary that makes him curious about what the content means.

Dialogue can also be practiced. Although only partially understood, and the pronunciation is still not true, but it feels so fun when read.

Inside the mouth does feel convoluted, Brian uses it as a tongue sport. His tongue will be flexible too. He was motivated to want to master English because it was something he could be proud of.

The hours passed were short, those who had come out were now back home. Brian who was now holding a cell phone immediately approached them downstairs. She had been called by my mother before.

"Brian, have you not papa will be combined with this innocent? Let Sinta get to the batik." Ask Mom to show her the cloth she bought.

"Bikin' it's Mom." Again Brian did not want to be complicated.

Although he believes other students will only sew clothes with batiknya cloth, but it does not matter if he is different himself. After all, the class said the model had to be different and Sinta also seemed so happy.

Brian's clothing model is certainly simple, different from women's clothing models. Mother showed the model of clothes on her phone to Sinta. He has collected a lot of good models.

"Love this one, ma'am, doesn't it fit?" Sinta said, choosing a picture.

"Good, whichever you want fits Sinta." Mother marked the picture so as not to forget.

All models look good and will certainly be good too if beautiful women wear them. The decision has been chosen, Mother can start sewing activities.