SURVIVORS

201 Chapter. Mustapha (1)

A week later.

Silvia was already used to being in Mustafa's residence. It turned out that Mustafa was a well-respected and respected family in the city. His uncle was the leader of their tribe.

Silvia was asked to take care of her 4-year-old daughter. Mustafa has 2 sons and a daughter from different wives.

Silvia fell in love with the little girl. The girl whose mother died after giving birth to her. No wonder Mustafa is looking for a special nanny who can take care and give affection for him.

Silvia did her job well as a nanny. The way Silvia nurtured was often not approved by Mustafa's first wife.

"Sir, you know very well that I am from a different place. This is how I care in my place. That even a little girl must be well prepared and have a lot of knowledge. In order that as an adult, he was well-informed."

"Your daughter is very smart. It is too futile to suppress its development to the extent of cooking, embroidery or makeup that can actually be done a waiter," Silvia argued.

Mustafa was stunned to hear Silvia's defense. It made sense in his ears. But it is very different from the tradition of the community. Women were only taught domestic things. It is not easy to break down hereditary traditions. There will be opposition from other parties. Especially from his first wife who has 2 sons.

Mustafa can dive into his wife's mind. He was afraid that his two sons were rivaled by the cleverness of his only daughter.

"Silvia, all this time, even though she didn't have a mother, but because she was just a little girl who didn't know anything, it didn't seem like a threat. She was raised as a little princess. After adolescence, she can be immediately betrothed and out of the house."

"But with the way you nurtured him, the other party felt his position was threatened. It could harm my daughter, and harm you too. Do you know that?"

Mustafa explained the seriousness of the problem. Silvia.

"Master, can I tell you a little about where I'm from?" ask Silvia.

"Please" said Mustafa.

"But no one else can hear. I just believe you" Silvia said.

Stern eyebrows like those swords were seen clinging to each other. He was thinking. But then he waved his hand.

"The other one came out" Mustafa commanded.

"Now tell me what's so secret." Mustafa stared hard.

Silvia was a little nervous getting such a look. Mustafa usually sees it gently.

'Am I being outrageous?' his inner.

"It's top-secret. You probably wouldn't believe me if I said I came from the future." Silvia awaited Mustafa's reaction.

Sure enough, Mustafa was surprised. But then she smiled, then laughed.

"Yeahh. That's a reasonable reaction. I can prove it. Just a minute."

Silvia walked half-run out of the room. He went to his room. Take a charcoal stick and a plain piece of cloth that was in his room. He took them back to Mustafa's room.

The man saw Silvia enter. He smiled faintly.

'It turns out he didn't want to run away from the conversation. Attractively. Truly a persistent woman, ' he thought.

Silvia spread her cloth on the floor. Then start drawing with charcoal.

Drawing cities with tall buildings. There Silvia wrote the word Indonesia.

"This is the city I live in. This country is called Indonesia. It's a long way from here."

Mustafa opened his eyes wide, not expecting a city with such a high house.

Silvia drawing car.

"We no longer use horses. But ride this to go everywhere.

Mustafa grabbed the cloth and noticed the picture of the car there.

"How can this thing go without a horse?" ask Mustafa in disbelief.

"The people of the future have created many things and machines to make things easier. Even in the future, these lanterns will be replaced with brighter light bulbs" Silvia replied.

Silvia wrote Mustafa's name on the cloth.

"This is your name, Mus-ta-fa."

"This is my name, Sil-via."

Mustafa did not think that his name was written there. He doesn't even recognize that letter.

Silvia continued writing.

"This is your daughter's name, Yas-meen."

"It's O-maar, it's Ka-reem."

Mustafa was completely silent. He looked at the lines on the cloth.

"of course. I also taught Yasmeen to write and to count" Silvia replied.

"Counted? What else is that?" ask Mustafa astonished.

"Counting is adding, subtracting, multiplying or dividing something. For a trader like you, that should be very important. To be easy in recording goods and money coming in and out. That way you will know how much money is left. If it does not match the amount of money you save, you can find where the fall or where lost.."

"really?" Mustafa cut Silvia's explanation. He was very interested in learning to count.

"Yes, of course." Silvia nodded for sure.

"Teach me to write and count like that." The words sounded like a command.

"Yes, sir, sure. Because there is no paper here, then you have to prepare some white sheets like this as a writing base." Silvia pointed at the cloth and wood charcoal that was on the floor.

Mustafa nodded.

"Sir, shouldn't your sons also learn to write and to count? Aren't they going to continue your business?" ask Silvia.

Mustafa thought for a moment, he was worried.

"Teaching your sons and daughters this skill will not harm you. If they learn together, it will be driven to surpass his brother. They will have more interactions that can foster affection between siblings. Hopefully this way, they no longer consider Yasmeen a threat."

Silvia breathed a sigh of relief after speaking so long. He noticed Mustafa's face. The man seemed to be thinking seriously.

"alright. I'll set their study schedule," she agreed.

Silvia smiled happily. So now he was no longer looked upon with the face of war by Mustafa's wife. Let the man explain himself.

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Silvia taught Yasmeen many things. Today they are playing with water and pounding something to shreds. The little girl was happy to learn while playing.

In the afternoon Mustafa came to his daughter who was sitting on the bench. Silvia was seen working on something on the page.

"What are you doing?" Mustafa grabbed his daughter into his carrier.

"Sir Silvia wanted to make paper. But he said there wasn't enough material. So we just made some," said the little girl spoiledly.

Mustafa walked towards Silvia with Yasmeen in his carriage.

"What are you doing?" ask Mustafa.

"It's paper. I hope it's good enough to write." Silvia stood beside Mustafa.

"This is for writing? Not with white? I've bought a lot of white cloth" Mustafa said.

"White cloth is good for writing. But unfortunately, it is expensive. In my country, write it with paper. But there is no forest here, so there is no material to make paper" Silvia explained.

Mustafa did not understand Silvia's words. "alright. Do what you want."

Someone was standing at Yasmeen's doorstep. Mustafa's seen. He kisses and then lowers Yasmeen.

"Later tonight you came to my room after dinner" he said as he passed.

"Yes sir" answered Silvia.

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"There's information?" mustafa asked a man sitting in front of him.

"The man you seek. We found it." Mustafa's face was grim.

"But she doesn't look like the lady you brought yesterday. This guy looks more like our guy. He's a fisherman and already has a wife." reports the man in front.

"You checked?" ask Mustafa.

"Yes, sir. We checked their residence by the beach. The residence is obsolete. And many traders knew him in the market" the man gave his report.

"Hemmm, okay. For a while, just keep an eye on it first" Mustafa said.

"No need to arrest sir?" asked the man in wonder.

""yet. Wait for the next development. Continue your work." Mustafa pulled out a bag from the drawer, then threw it at the table.

"Thanks sir," the man came out satisfied.

Mustafa's face was unsightly that evening.

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