...*My name is Cecilia Anne Rompis, usually called Lia. I'm a student of 7 private universities - the most expensive - in Jakarta who was hit by a total depression. A few days ago, I had a fatal misfortune. As a result I now have to stand, hot, feeling ridiculous, in front of this extraordinarily large super-luxury house. I looked at the beautiful heart-shaped watch on my left. It was nine in the morning twenty-three seconds. I'm twenty-three seconds behind the triggering clock. Without waiting long, I approached the towering black fence, then rang the bell quietly and tried to find a professional. I took a deep breath. Okay, easy! Very easy. I just have to do myself and try to face all this gracefully. So, easy, Lia... easy.. ..... I, once again, rang the bell with conviction. After a few minutes.. Still no sound was heard. I rang the bell again, and again, and again. But, nothing. None came out. I'm getting impatient. Is the bell off? "And fortunately I finally heard the sound of someone approaching. However, it seems that person is not alone because I also heard the sound of ferocious creatures- who suddenly appeared, then approached and approached fiercely. "Ahh!!" I fell backwards and crashed into the hot asphalt, right on my buttocks. The giant swayed, as if shaken by a great earthquake. What is it? A monster? "Black Black Hero!" It wasn't long before the fence opened, asking a little. A man dressed in a security guard with a unique haunted face appeared from behind the fence. He looked very scary. "No." I stood up with his help. "Thank you," I said honestly. not a sincere thank you. the haunted pointed at the small, faded paper on the other side of the fence. I focused on looking. cil. "There's no writing on the fence, Ma'am," said the security guard BEWARE FIRE DOGS! Wow, really a surefire trap. I smiled a little, trying to be sweet. "Sorry, I didn't get to meet you earlier. Can I meet Ibu Yanti? This housekeeper?" "What's the matter with Mrs. Yanti?" "That. um. me. me. Cecilia." I took a deep breath. "I applied to be a maid here." I almost bit my tongue from saying it too soon. "I met Ibu Yanti two days ago and she accepted me to be.. um, a temporary maid here for a month and a half, and she also asked me to start work today, at nine." I pointed at our clock to expect the security guard who was looking at me expressionlessly. A second later, the security guard looked carefully, from top to bottom, from the end of the unbranded sandal that I borrowed from my boarding house maid to the end of the surveillance. Yes. I realized my appearance today must be very different than usual. I deliberately tied my shoulder-length black hair back to resemble a ponytail. My clear, round eyes, which are usually always covered by turquoise contact lenses, now look dark black, just like their natural color. And, my lips, mmm. Lips which were usually covered with Revlon pink lipstick, now looked plain, only smeared with a little clear lip gloss which was completely colorless. And, my clothes. hmph. This shirt is totally out of date and too plain. It doesn't accentuate the bright tone at all on my always smooth and well-groomed skin. yes. A dark brown t-shirt and black knee-length skirt are definitely not outfits that this haunted security guard will glance at, especially now. "Wait a moment." Satisfied with glaring at me, the Goliath turned and finally disappeared behind the fence. However, less than five minutes later he was standing in front of me again. "Come in," he said flatly. I glanced at the fence. Are the monsters still there? I shudder at the thought of the drooling beasts lunging at me and making me their special breakfast before I manage to reach the entrance of the nearest house. "It's safe." I looked up to see where the voice came from. "What?" "The dogs have been put in cages." "Oh.. uh, thank you." Thank you Lord! I stepped full (un)certainly into the gap of the giant open fence. Then, without realizing it, I was wide-eyed looking around me. Way more than Papa and Oppa's house, even when combined! I can't believe this giant whitewashed building is called a house, a palace. The owner must have spent the equivalent of building a road in one district to build his garden which is beautiful and indescribable in words. Yes, it must have taken the same amount of time to build a garden at Versailles. I heard someone clearing their throat beside me. Oh, that security guard. I almost forgot that I was here to be a temporary maid. "You must enter through the back door." He explained, "Walk through the park over there." He pointed to a path made of paving stones at the edge of the garden. "Keep going, follow the path, then turn right. There's a big white door, knock on the door, there must be Ibu Yanti." I was still trying hard to remember all the information he had given me with burning enthusiasm. Okay, Lia. You can do it. GOD KNOW you will get through all of this. Just a month and a half..it won't be felt. Lastly, I forgot. Okay. Focus. I can do that. I can.."well, sir...," I read the nameplate on his right chest swiftly. "Sugiharto." I bow to the goal to get it. But, the big-black body just looked at me, this time with a doubtful expression. Ok thank you very much." I pulled me back. Shouldn't maids and security guards shake hands? I walked along the street praying that I could get through all of this safely. epep ip eueu ueded oquia es ... It all started two weeks ago Me and some of my college friends intend to celebrate the end of our final exams with a luxurious vacation: a trip to Singapore for three days and three days while shopping all the way. Of course a trip to Singapore is still fairly natural because we only fly a little north The island of Sumatra, across the Pacific Ocean. However, without realizing it, a reasonable trip ended up draining all of my savings that should be enough to cover all my needs for a whole year. Savings money is everything. Meals, boarding, transportation, cosmetics, even extra money , it's all there Oh, JUST HIT ME, P tenant!! Until this moment, I still don't have all the savings that Pa entrusted to me pa and Mama for Singapore and-em, tiny Gucci bags. I'm Broke. In just one day anyway. Geez. There is no money for food, transportation money, even money to pay for boarding houses. Well, to be honest, there isn't even any money left in the Bank! And, now, it's possible that my account is closed. This is hell!!! If there are some people who are called lucky then I must be the group that is called unlucky. Well, I'm just out of luck. But, that's all nothing. If my parents knew of this catastrophe then I would really be living in hell for the next year, no, forever, forever. What's scarier than that word? There is not any. My life is really over. And, they, my best friends (at first I thought, not really my friends) are all very helpful (but I believe more in my conscience that they don't want to help, can't)-classic excuses, "I have to buy must buy .evening gown for Brother Juan's wedding party, my dear boyfriend, so that I won't be any less beautiful than the other girls to come," or, "I really need every million of my money to buy that sexy black Ford," or, "Sorry, Say, but I've never had cash, only credit cards. Besides, it's not the time to shop with cash. I'm so sorry, Say." Ggrrrhhh.... If there's a chance I'll bring them here and release those drool monsters right in front of them! But fortunately, a week ago (when I had forty-one thousand four hundred and fifty rupiah left in my wallet), Jenny, one of those who claimed to be my best friend, offered another alternative. The alternative that got me here now. became a temporary housemaid of a billionaire whose name I don't even know. This is crazy! I've never been a maid in my dream. I have never cleaned my own house. I'm seriously. In our family home in Manado, my father employs two helpers, in my boarding house there is also a housewife who is employed by the boarding house mother to wash clothes, iron, clean the room, and even clean the toilet if we can afford to pay more. ). So, what am I doing here? Embarrass yourself? Oh no, Lia. Lia.. Be strong. It's for the money, okay? To live in the world. My life. What's so difficult about washing, ironing, or sweeping? Ha. ha After all, as Ibu Yanti, an acquaintance of Jenny, said, that I only needed to do a simple daily job, for a month and a half, with a satisfactory salary. THREE MILLION RUPIAHS! CASH! Not difficult, right? Where else can I get that kind of money in a month and a half? (Except being a drug dealer or a pimp, but both seem to be because I don't want to appear on TV or on You Tube-and be watched by all my family members and classmates, both as a suspect and as a pimp dealer). In addition, by working as a temporary helper, I can also get free housing and food (considering that I was temporarily kicked out of my boarding house because I couldn't pay my boarding house this month and my boarding house mother hopes I can hope for it next month, on the first day of the month). ) , or he lent will give my room to someone else, on the first). Well, it wouldn't be that hard, would it? If a 12 year old can do it, why can't I*?...

this is hell! Maybe not hell-I've never been there so I don't know what it's like. But this place can't be called heaven either, right? Just half an hour ago I knocked on the whitewashed door and saw Mrs. Yanti open the door with a sour face and shaking her head as if I was ten hours late. The thin old granny glared at me with her hands on her hips. Really, what's the difference between ten minutes and ten hours?! he snapped. "The point is the same, you're both late!" I slumped in the corner of the room where we were standing. "Sorry," I answered stiffly. This old granny must be some kind of grumpy and lonely housekeeper, who's always screaming for no reason because her hearing is getting worse. The pale, wrinkled face also always seemed to scowl at Dan—from the very strange way of dressing—to my knowledge no one provided a long-sleeved green and floral shirt along with a long purple leaf-patterned skirt that had lace at the bottom. I'm sure she must be some kind of fashion "victim" or.. well, color blind. "Mom! Mother!" The old granny screamed startling me. "Mom!" A woman with a stature, tan skin, straight hair up to the base of her neck and a tense face who was about the same age as me, jogged up to us. "What do you need, ma'am?" he asked in a low and careful voice. "This is Lia, the new maid here. Take her to her room to sleep a" she glanced at my suitcase with a horrified look, "pulled her very large suitcase in the room on the first floor, the lady in the clothes dressed clothes clothes clothes closet, and before that come straight here. I'll explain some important things." He spoke as if I wasn't in the room. “Ten minutes, no, in five minutes you should be here!” coupled with a loud voice that could overpower the drool monster's barks. And, it seems from the way I leaked Old-Grandmother -the discipline already had the telepathic ability to read my mind precisely because he immediately said in a loud voice, "Remember, Don't make it worse, you grimace. I must be at some kind of Ginderella play-except for the fact that I'm wearing a work uniform and I won't be was once a princess in this palace. I was standing in one of the large rooms that Mrs. Yanti said was called the "kitchen" (although I'm not really sure because this room looks more like a showroom of large kitchen equipment displayed compared to the left kitchen, the left kitchen is very long and bent ninety degrees right in the corner. the living room, connected to the other side of the wall. And, above it, there were all kinds of utensils, from jars filled with kitchen cans, to a powerful cooking machine. It felt like a kitchen utensil exhibition held in a palace. Oh my gosh, who would believe that? Mrs. Yanti kept chattering about this and that, she had to do the A first and then the B. Olala .. olili. "You understand?" he asked suddenly, observing fiercely. "Yes," I answered stiffly—except for an explanation of the astounding plan of the house. "One more thing," he slowly walked over to the cabinet. "Apart from sweeping, mopping, and washing clothes, it's your job to specifically clean everything in this house, except for things in the master's room and in the kitchen." He drank his spit forcefully, making a strange sound. * And, don't forget, in two weeks the house must be clean to the maximum. Because Miss Shinta's wedding will be held on the fifteenth instead of the fifteenth, before three days in the main "I turned quickly to the old grandmother. "Wedding?" Yes.” His voice rose. “I told you before, you were hired here because we will be very busy. Clear? "" lya. "I realized the sound that came out of my throat was just that of a frightened little cat. "Good." We had reached the end of the cabinet. The old granny touched the top of the cabinet and after observing her fingers from time to time shouted, " Andi!!” Wow, this scream was worse than standing in front of the speakers during the August seventeenth stage. Yes. The man who appeared to be in his late twenties, dark brown skin, blond hair and tall slender build appeared with suddenly in front of us. "Dirty! Take a look at this, clean it!" He waved his hands as if they were full of red ants. "Ina!" he shouted, again. Na, who had been following us from behind, came closer. * Take Lia around the house. Don't leave tomorrow or tomorrow he's lost. That's just a waste of time. Inefficient. Also open the inner servant shift. "Yes, once in a while rowing two or three important islands." Okay, ma'am. "I glanced briefly before looking before leaving the kitchen equipment showroom with incredible speed. And, of course, I immediately followed him, "It's very risky, huh", "Eh, what? "I'm still amazed by the scenery around me." Yanti's mother. "Ina slowed her pace. Her Sayu face looked more relaxed now. "But don't worry, you'll get used to it over time. I just started working two weeks ago, but I'm already getting used to it. "* Oh, yeah.. "I don't think so. , work here?" * He said, it's been twenty years. "Isn't it worth it." "Why not?" "That attitude, you know." I saw Ina smile. Then, suddenly she stopped and said , “This is the living room on the first floor, also known as the family room.” There was a state-of-the-art home theater with a FLAT TV-or rather a giant-sized TV in the middle of the room. Then, we walked back into the next room which was even twice as big as the previous room. "This is also the family room, said Ina with a raised eyebrow, looking doubtful." Actually I don't really know either, At home there are about five rooms called the family room, so a I'm not right. "I smiled at him, showing as if I understood. We walked again, across another family room. There was a medium-sized door with a very unique carving across the room. Ina was desperate to understand." stale. "This is a bar. "Well, maybe this is the first time I've seen a very luxurious bar house. Mmm .. at my parents' house there is a bar, but it's just a bar in the corner of the living room as a display. But really luxurious. fantasizes about bars in expensive pubs 560s Ina goes to the other side She's bar door in hand pampering hand "Look, this bar goes through the living room and living room. Olof e I looked at the other room. It turned out to be a really fantastic room , like the king's and queen's living room in a palace (I mean not Buckingham Palace or Bogor Palace, more like a palace in a different-ary) in that room there are lots of carvings and ceramics that seem to be much more expensive than my parents' house and paintings. an abstract painting that even Einstein didn't know the meaning of. Oh, this house really feels like a modern art home with 21st century architecture. Suddenly my brain is spinning fast. Oh, no. Museum? I leaked horror at Ina. "I have to clean up all that glassware which costs a lot more than Jag"" De jek? "Ina asked confused. "Jag. Jaguar. Jaguar car." "Oh.." Ina nodded. "That's right." "Oh my gosh. "I'm limp beside the door" Why should I? "" Because people who have worked here for a long time no one dares to do it. you didn't say before? "Ina hesitated before finally smiling a little." Don't worry, if you do it carefully, it will be fine. "Are you all right? Please. Yes! This walking session around the billionaire's house as well as the museum is no longer enjoyable for me. There are more and more crockery in the next rooms, which makes me want to faint. "Oh yeah, there's one Hal took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to me." What is this?" "I asked, still in a daze I must tell you," Ina groaned "Inside servant shift." Oh. This house consists of three floors, so it is divided by turns. Every day you will clean a different floor, one, two, or three. The hardest one is on the first floor because apart from having an ahrenang pool because apart from having an ahrenang pool, there is also a different asiped in front of the ahrenang, there is also a us pangak, someone else has already cleaned it." Thank God. Because I don't want to be eaten by these vicious dogs. who wants? "I nodded." Eh, actually how many helpers are there in this house? "So, Ina is sharing." The maid in the room, which means that there are three people who are kept in the room for sweeping the floor, mopping, washing, and ironing. people. including you and LUr me. In the kitchen there are two chefs and two assistant cooks. In the ns outside yard there is one person who cleans the yard and takes care of the dogs. Then, there are two gardeners, one day salt and one night security, then there are two drivers and finally Mrs. Yanti. All of them have snacks "Fifteen!" I said gaping. Ina nodded. Then, how many members of this family are there?" er this one by one. But, what if one day employer A, for example, tells me to call his son B, or his nephew C. I can't possibly say to him, "Sorry, sir, who is nalanat poo pok, who is nalanat poo pok, atiber, seberanat poo? later the employer ta men Indi?" second floor and opened the door where we are now. what he called a private library. Well, who would have thought that someone had a personal library of over ten thousand textbooks, novels, biographies, history, and all sorts of never-before-seen books. In all kinds of languages. Ina pointed to a very large photo that hung at the top of the clean white wall. "That's our boss, the host, Mr Harry Van Rijn," he pointed to a man in his late fifties who looked very dignified. From his stature, everyone knew the man was not Indonesian. Because apart from his brown eyes and red skin, those that were short and slicked back were also a blonde brown. Does it look a bit blonde or is it painted that way? "I turned to look at Ina Ina's expression, looking at me just asking a question." The father is Dutch. Originally of Dutch descent. ""Oh" Now I understand why there are so many Dutch books in this library." Sitting next to him is his wife, our hostess, h Mrs. Eveline Van Rijn." PSUS I saw the figure of an Indonesian woman in her early 4's or fifties or maybe in her late forties who still looks beautiful and. Her tanned skin and black hair are very well cut and beautifully wavy. Yes, that's clear, isn't it? Where is a millionaire married to an ordinary woman? But, what makes her attractive is not her skin color or her pretty face, but her eyes. shone, as if her life was filled with happiness. "That's their daughter, Sita." I took a closer look at the face of a young woman standing behind the stranger. She was probably in her early twenties. dozens and very beautiful. Like a doll. not some kind of Barbie doll, but rather an antique doll that is being fought over by doll collectors in England. That girl's skin u pure white, perfectly matched with turquoise eyes, straight, long, and brown hair, and thin red lips. "What about that one?" I pointed at a young man in his twenties who was incredibly attractive and very, very handsome。 His light brown eyes seemed to bewitch me That's their only son，Young master Jonathan。 “Ina gulped。” Cute huh？I nod earnestly. Young master, huh? That young man has the most beautiful eyes that is a possibility. His hair is cut short the color of his eyes. And, his posture. mmm. seems suitable for a cat walk model Armani. Besides, it's also very, very tempting. "He's the only son in this family, as well as the heir to a very large family fortune. "" Oh.. So who's the eldest child? Shinta or Jonathan?" "If I'm not mistaken, Miss Shinta.", Is Jonathan in this house?" I asked hopefully. "No, he studied in America." Yes. Of course. How stupid I am. Where are the children of billionaires studying in the country? "But, I heard Young Master Jonathan has just graduated. Will probably be back here in two or three days." I almost jumped with joy, like a child who was invited to go to Dufan for the first time. "Oh yeah?" "Yeah. I heard it had nothing to do with us, right? A billionaire kid wouldn't glance at a maid. "Oh yeah. What Ina said is also true. For any time do not forget my status in this house. I'm a maid (although only temporarily) the future wife who the old lady arranged for her very handsome son. I tried to break the silence, "Isn't there another brother staying at this house?" "There is. One person. Aunt Lis, father's younger sister who is widowed. However, she is rarely here. She said that because her family has finished here. The country." "Oh..." I mumbled softly. Enough of the dream. Back to reality. "0 yes, Lia," said Ina with a serious look. "You'd better take off your watch before work, as well as your ring and necklace. If you lose it, it's a hassle." I leaked the things out with an expression of disbelief. Good grief! I forgot to take it off. Does that mean that since I was seen as a gedong-an child? Or even labeled as a rich pretentious maid who wears fake goods? I shudder at the thought of it. I hope Grandma doesn't know the truth, that I know a poor student who needs extra money to continue her studies, as Jenny was told with a sung kite, sung lacar-ri guhungluat, honesty day is the main capital as a helper? Please, come on. Hopefully no one finds out.

Good luck. My first day, yesterday, went well, except for a few classic minor issues – my back is tired from having to sweep the entire one-story room which is the size of Opabertene's clove garden, mu-nali because of two turip turip nali turip nali because of the two in the corner of the room, concrete legs still visible, and many other things I can't remember clearly. Of course, my fingers were sore from having to wipe down the antiques and crockery on the three floors of which—if I count correctly—are three hundred and fifty-seven items. But I did. And, I didn't break any of the valuables. Well, it turns out not that difficult, right? Well, I think things would have gone there had it not been for a second day. Today. Ina took me to the third floor (a room mostly for maids' rooms) and took me into one of the rooms she called the laundry room. Okay, so I just have to do the laundry too. No problem.."Where's the washing machine?" I wondered about other than amused as I opened the small plastic cupboard door in the corner of the room and determined what was inside the large jar. "No washing machine. We usually wash by OO hand. I can't believe it." You're serious? "He placed the clear jar of detergent next to the large, neatly arranged black bucket." According to Mrs. Eveline, the washing machine is not good, it makes the color of the clothes fade quickly. More durable by hand. "He walked up to me, then said seriously, "After all, that's what we're here for, right? "Oh no. I can't believe it. I'm leaking my surroundings in horror. I can sweep or mop the floor because it's not that hard to do. But, washing clothes with automatic, serbia diyang zaauto?!" "I'm dead," How do I do it.. "It's okay, I still have other work." Ina just left me without roasting. "Oh yeah," he stopped at the end of the door, "when you're done, just clean the second floor. Don't forget." And, he left, just like that, leaving me a dead lice here. Alone. Calm down, Lia. calm .. How to do? Oh yes, easy. Like in those soap operas. Live as a supporting actor who is washing clothes. NS. It's easy right? Okay. First, take the detergent. Open the lid of the jar, put the determination in the bucket according to the dose. I took the black bucket next to me and. How much huh? One spoon? Five? Uh, maybe fifteen? Where are the instructions on how to use it from the distributor? Ooooh. HOUSTON, WE HAVE A SERIOUS PROBLEM HERE. AI o D19 Okay, calm down..calm down...Well, I've decided. Just take the middle value. Ten spoons. The clothes must be clean. After all, a family like this, of course, won't complain about the low price of detergent, right? I took the clothes that were placed in two big blue baskets and put them in the bucket. Just soak it with lots of air, right? So, what about after that? I tried to remember the soap opera scene. Oh yes, scrubbed! One by one. It turned out to be not that difficult. So helpers only need heart and mind. It's not difficult, except for one thing that is forgotten. "Oh zero" I shrugged the white-supposedly with a horrified look. "Why did you turn red?""If it's you again. %#%2 $ 4%$ @#$ @#$. My head is spinning all around." Remember, the price of the clothes. The world began to blur. How do I know that rich people still buy unbranded red sweaters that fade in the shower. Sounds ridiculous right? Olala olili..olaolaola lilili. The witch's ravings hit my eardrums almost flying white flags, if only she didn't suddenly stop talking. Silence for a few moments. Oh my God, finally the harrowing fifteen minutes have passed. I revealed that Grandma Ina, who was also scolded by the old man, only let me make a mistake (making Mbak Shinta's white shirt with the Executive brand turn red in some parts) which should have nothing to do with some parts. I ventured to divulge my surroundings. The old grandmother was no longer in the same room with us. I looked at Ina with extreme guilt. "Mom, I'm sorry." "Never mind.. this is normal," Ina smiled a little and looked very sincere. I smiled back at him, relieved that I had just been lifted from the pit of death. “Where has that old granny gone?” I asked whispering. "Old granny?" Ina is looking amused. "I was suddenly out of the room. I was just about to ask why, the old Granny came back into the room and on her right to us both "Come" she called in a hurry." Fast! "Ina and I met the old grandmother. We walked across several rooms, then entered the living room of the king and queen now bustling with the sound of conversation." Remember, you guys just stay quiet to patabol to nod if it's clear? "Truly the most absurd question sentence possible" Yes," we answered almost at the same time. Then, we followed him, stepping into the middle of the room" Excuse me, Miss fig and Tuan loud enough, enough to attract the attention of the whole crowd. uduen Tapl, please, why do you have to call me young master" and "Miss" anyway? I feel ridiculous. It feels like I'm in one of the Meteor Garden scenes. This is Ina They are the maids in the new one. If there is anything, Mr and Miss may call them. "Calling? Am I a call woman? Why use the old granny isn't a softer sentence, for example, "their request for help". Mmm... maybe I'll consider sending, the old granny doesn't use softer sentences, for example, "Ask them for help". I was able to get through all this safely. Then, I heard that voice. The coolest low-pitched voice I've ever heard in my lifetime. "Ok, Mrs. Yanti. We will remember. "Who is it? I want to see it, may I?" You two, this is young master Jonathan and Miss Shinta. "As soon as the old granny's words were finished I immediately regained consciousness, forgetting all the orders just now." And, next to him, young master Kevin, Miss Shinta's fiancé. "Geez, absolutely perfect! In fact, much more handsome than that photo in the library. I no longer care about my surroundings. JONATHAN. Isn't he some kind of model or something? wearing a plain white long-sleeved t-shirt that shows off his strong arms and black jeans which looks very branded and expensive or so.) And, his skin. his skin looks tanner than the picture in the photo. I'm sure he spends most of his time in America researching on Cancun Beach with beautiful women in bikinis. Gosh, what kind of thinking is that? I have to quickly think of something else, Thinking about.. er, calling. Yeah, what should I call him? Young master ah! My tongue can go numb if I do this often - says that word a lot. Mmmm how about Jonathan? or Jo? John? John the comedian, uh Jonjon, or who am I smiling amusedly. it's ok to be a comedian, right? I suddenly felt a stinging sensation in my left arm. "Ow!" I screamed spontaneously. Now all eyes are on me. Okay, this is perfect. "Don't smile in such praise of our master!" whispered the old granny while pinching my left arm. Oh yes, it's over. "Why smile?" Jonjon was asking me. "Is there something funny?" I rocked fast, many times. "Can't talk or won't talk?" Miss Shinta-god-god-that smiled kindly at me. I expressed hope to the fierce old-grandmother who was standing next to me. She nodded her head in reply that I was allowed to speak, "No." Sorry, I was just wondering what I should call you all. Sorry now I've turned into a glare at me again, angry he was furious. Really, what did I do wrong? "Okay." Jonson spoke. "Just call Nathan, then this is Shinta and Kevin. You don't have to wear any frills, Mr. young and miss. Besides, it seems we are not the same age, ynef Jonjon, uh, Nathan, got up from his seat and said it seemed, "My father is tired" left behind. Take a rest first. "And he went across-the-room, lost behind the giant white door. The grandmother glanced at both of us, only a fleeting glance. Definitely a death glare." Alright, with the permission of Miss Shinta and young master, yes, "samasen Shinta and young master, yes," he said and nodded his head, then looked straight into Kevin's eyes, a fiancé with black skin, black hair, and body. Shinta looks like a smart antique doll. MAGIC GRAND ATTACK!!!