Teacher Teach Young Master

Chapter Thirty Two .. Eme

The lights on the streets start to light up when the sun is not visible, as well as two-wheelers and four-wheelers. Until if seen from above the height, it is like a running lamp.

The houses that are neatly lined up appear to be bright due to LED lights that are turned on by the owner, as well as the Marvous family home that is already brightly lit.

Inside Marvous's house, Yanza and Mara are watching television. They also occasionally laugh crisply when funny scenes are played, but when advertisements appear. They're silent.

"Mr, "call Yanza.

Mara. "Yes, what's up Za?"

Yanza was silent for a moment, thinking first as well as steadying the heart. "Ehm, can Yanza go to school again?" asked Yanza who was reluctant to make Mara surprised but also happy, because. This is the question he has been waiting for for a long time.

"By dong Za," replied Mara enthusiastically. "Tomorrow grandma directly register you to school well," continued Mara with a smile at her grandson, while Yanza just nodded.

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The Netherlands.

At one o'clock this afternoon, Fathia and Villins were seen sitting in a garden chair with views of various flower beds. Makes the place more beautiful.

The wind during the day gusts, making a bunch of beautiful plants named flowers sway. And, somehow Fathia became reminded of Yanza. A handsome little boy with his annoying behavior that often makes him upset, now no longer.

"What do you think about the Fa again? from earlier diem continued. "cock Villins who immediately make the daydream of black-haired girl yellowish because the heredity reawakened.

"Son, don't think about anything" Elak Fathia lied.

"What really…?" goda Villins with a strange smile.

"Emang really, "response Fathia turned her face while Villins giggled amused, he certainly knew very well that his best friend was lying. Seen from his incorrect appearance, but Villins did not want to force.

"Lins, "

"Yes?"

"Don't you have any job info?" tanya Fathia changed the subject.

Villins seemed to think. "Looks like Moeder needs another employee at the bakery, why the Fa?"

"Lins, I can't keep living with people. Even though I know you very well, even though you and your family do not feel bothered. But I still don't feel good, so. Mending me a job, keep looking for a place to stay." Fathia explained seriously and with confidence, Villins who saw him became worried.

"Judah if you want it to be like that, but I have to talk to Mother and Vader first" Villins said at last.

The night has finally come, after an hour-long conversation with the Villins over his request. Now Fathia was in her room with sitting leaning on the head of the bed accompanied by the mother who was sound asleep beside her.

In the hands of Fathia clasped a mobile phone, occasionally Fathia scroll the screen while reading the writing listed there which is none other than the Dutch vocabulary she is now studying.

"Goedemorgen means good morning, " muttered Fathia with her face looking up, she continues to try to memorize the language of the windmill country, the Netherlands, which is where it is now. Because soon he will work at the Brood Enier Zoet store, making him obliged to speak Dutch because it will certainly communicate with many people.

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Indoneszian.

A Toyota car, apparently entered the elementary school yard that did not escape the attention of students there. Until finally the car stopped, came out a half-century woman with a glamorous appearance.

"Yanza, do you want to go with Grandma or just in the car?" ask Mara.

"I'll just wait here, "saut Yanza who made Mara then leave after closing the car door, while Yanza who chose to wait for his eyes focused on looking around that many SD children were passing by. Maybe because it is time for a break.

A few moments later, it sounded like someone had fallen.

Bruk!

"Ouch!"

Yanza immediately looked through the open car glass, and that was when his sense of sight caught the figure of a woman wearing a red and white uniform complete with attributes sitting with knees in her hands.

Without waiting for long, Yanza immediately opened the car door carefully as a child who might be his age fell beside the car door.

"You're hurt!" yanza said when he saw a scratch with a little red stain on the girl's knee.

Yanza who remembered something immediately reached into her pants pocket and then pulled out a wound plaster, after which Yanza was about to attach it to the little girl's knee. His hands were directly on the edge.

"Wounds like this should be given drops first, not directly on the plaster." the little girl said.

Yanza glanced at the identification marks of the little girl in front of him which were only partially visible. "Where do you know, Eme?"

Eme looked raised, a wound on her knee as was common for her. "From Biku,"

"Huh monk!?" yanza shouted spontaneously feeling strange, but unfortunately Eme had run away in a hurry. It seems he's in a hurry.

Yanza wanted to chase, but she saw Grandma coming.