The (Un) Mr. Lukcy. Winter
Chapter 52
"Kelincriing" the shop door opened.
"Abat ya this spruce family ! " squeak Zia while leaving her waist . Zehan, Zesya and the shocked Hasya immediately turned towards the source of the voice. Hasya chuckled as she looked at Zia who was sulking but instead looked adorable by her
"Zia.." cried Hasya hugged his sister-in-law.
"Well, it's me ! hiks ! Why don't you like me here ?!" zia said furiously. Hasya shook her head with a smile but also cried for being able to meet Zia again.
"Ah freelatin hiks" said Zia-sook-an resisted Hasya's embrace but she was the most welcoming of her brother-in-law's embrace.
"So you guys made up?" asked aunt Lyn who was also already standing in the doorway followed by uncle Yohan. Hasya smiled blandly when she heard the word "repair" from the beakbaya woman.
Zesya then approached her mother with suspicious eyes.
"Eh who is this?" asked Zia kindly and pretentious in front of Zesya.
"My name is Zesya, aunty" Zesya replied briefly as she greeted Zia, uncle Yohan, and Aunt Lyn.
"Well, I think he's really Zehan's son. Look at that in addition to the duplicate of his father, his attitude is also as cold" Zia grumbled.
"His name is also a small child, Zi" said Aunt Lyn as she stroked Zesya's face gently.
"Maa, I'm not built" shouted a little girl who was 2 years older than Zesya.
"Sorry baby, you're a very pules bob, besides it's stiff as papa, hmm?" sahut Zia calms her son, Judis.
Zesya watched the girl closely, then she sighed and rolled her eyes lazily after seeing the spoiled attitude of the girl.
"Are you in good health, son?" ask Aunt Lyn to Hasya.
"Al hamdulillah well mah, Nathan sama Nathali how are you, why don't you come here?" asked Hasya while serving warm tea and some snacks for all.
"We impromptu Sya. I was waiting for Zehan to bring you home first, but really long. Mama was impatient to meet my granddaughter"
"Yes how not for long, who he wanted to invite was also busy mulu" muttered Zehan, Hasya immediately raised a sharp gaze at Zehan who was sitting not far from his chair.
"You don't want to go back to Jakarta, huh?" ask Gibran.
"Not that Kak, but if you go to Jakarta now Zesya kasian berentar again UTS, the plan is to take UTS Zesya holiday in circumcision, so his intention before that was to go there to tell all the mah families," said Hasya.
"But if not I don't meet Zesya first, I guess until whenever you will hide right?" zehan said cynically.
"Aaahh started again" Zesya muttered as her parents began to argue again.
"It's Ze, what matters now is that we can get together again, right?" said aunt Lyn mediate.
"Oiya Sya, you like meeting your parents, right? You can't possibly never meet them at all just to avoid Zehan, right?" Hasya was silent, her face suddenly clouded, because all this time, if she always saw her parents from a distance. Although he misses his family very much, but it is a condition given by Najuwan so that his hiding remains untiekasi Zehan's men. Seeing that, Aunt Lyn immediately calmed her daughter-in-law down.
"It's okay, we understand, you must also have trouble especially in a situation when you are pregnant, but mama so slightly regretted for missing those precious moments" said Aunt Lyn as she gently rubbed Hasya's back and warmly grasped Hasya's pressing hands to hide her guilt.
"What kind of a handsome boy is school class, dear?" aunt Lyn asked to distract herself in order to melt the atmosphere.
"Grade 1 Grandma, 6 months second grade" she replied briefly but there was a hint of a warm smile this time commenting on her tiny lips.
"What's great, can you read it?" ask aunt Lyn again.
"Don't read, math lessons for third grade he can already do it." Zehan said.
"really? means this grandmother's granddaughter is already smart multiplication dong?" Aunt Lyn looked back at Zesya with a smile with her hands gently caressing the head of the child.
" hm," Zesya only gave a short nod, but the twinkle of her eyes grew brighter, and her smile grew more and more.
"Try 5 x 5 how much? " ask aunt Lyn start testing
"Twenty-five" he answered quickly.
"12 x 13 calories ?"
"Well." Aunt Lyn takjum with Zesya's multiplication speed.
"Oma if that's all I can do" Judis protested because she felt her grandmother was more concerned about Zesya, the boy she had just introduced as her cousin.
"really? if that's how if we make a quiz that wins later Oma loves the latest laptop prize." the eyes of the two children twinkle the eyes of the two children's deer are getting brighter, the two children's eyes are getting brighter, their smile was the same as showing a competitive attitude of not losing.
"But the question is not a matter of mathematics, Oma wants to test your insights to the extent to which you study the history of the world" the two children again nodded compactly in spirit.
" There are five questions, the answer is answered only once, the wrong answer can not be changed back, understand?" Judis and Zesya nodded and sat up straight to hear the question from her grandmother. The others also noticed the adorable behavior of the two children.
"First question, who is the President of the Republic of Indonesia ?"
"Judis Judis Judis Omaa" said Judis as she raised her hand high.
"Yes, baby,"
"The first President of Indonesia, Mr. President Soekarno" replied Judis with confidence
"Yes right !" Judis immediately behaved in song to Zesya who was sitting quietly.
"Alright second question.. Who is the richest man besides the prophet Sulayman US. ?" the faces of the two children turned serious trying to remember the stories of the kings of old.
"Ah Zesya tau nek "Zesya shuffled his hand despite his doubtful appearance.
"Yes dear" aunt Lyn smiled at Zesya who was back in silence still trying to remember.
"You don't know, diem aja" julid Judis.
"Tau, but I forgot" shoot cynical Zesya. Hasya who closed her eyes because she knew if she spoke with Zesya would feel more cornered.
"There is no need to be pretentious to answer "Judis increasingly raised his voice.
"Silent you are a little rambunctious" Zesya did not accept being yelled at by Judis.
"What did you say ?!!" Judis stood up while walking on her waist.
" It's been, don't make a fuss," lerai aunt Lyn.
"Honey, it's okay if you forget, we'll change the question"
"Moses' Man! Yes Mansa Musa ! isn't that right, Grandma?" zesya answered cutting off her grandmother's sentence.
"Who? !!" aunt Lyn was surprised and smiled because Zesya's answer was correct.
" Know you !" refute Judis.
"What a fact, Mansa Musa from Mali. if you don't believe you can check on google, or in the New world Encyclopedia or from economic history" Judis who did not receive immediately took his laptop and reviewed the truth of Zesya's answer about Mansa Musa. After searching and reading some sources Judis then fell silent after knowing the historical facts.
"How dear? " ask aunt Lyn at Judis who looks upset.
"The answer is right, the man is Mansa Musa, or Musa Keita 1, he is one of the rulers in Africa" Judis's murmur folded his arms over his chest as he answered his grandmother.
"Well, even I don't know" Zia said, astonished at Zesya's knowledge.
"Proving that my son is very intelligent" Zehan is more proud, Zia and Judis are just as keen to see the big-headed behavior.
"But sister, why Zesya still follows the curriculum, if his intelligence above his peers. Hasya smiled when she heard Zia's question.
"That's because I don't want Zesya to feel burdened if she has to change schools or skip classes. I just want him to enjoy his childhood, play and learn with his peers. After all, formal education will be inferior to insight and experience. Just let him fill his childhood with joy and cheer." Zia nodded, understanding what Hasya meant.
Who does not want if Zesya will eventually be depressed because it is forced to be in an environment that will actually suppress the child's mentality, instead of being developed, it will be under pressure that causes stress and depression in Zesya. And of course it was very bad for Zesya's future.Let the child grow and develop according to his talents and interests, parents direct without having to force.
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