
Two boys, watching two girls sitting under a tree enjoying their lunch brought from home.
One girl always looks sad, while the other one always looks indifferent to the surrounding.
"Nuna, why are you always sad?"
Nuna was silent, embarrassed to tell her little friend.
"Just tell me, I can hold a secret, really."
Who would Freya want to tell? He himself has no friends. It is impossible to tell his friend's problem to his mother who is busy working, especially on oppa omma. Of course he will be scolded for things that they think are not important (do not take care of other people's business). On his grandparents is also impossible, right, because they only care about Anya, his brother.
Nuna thought for a moment, maybe it's good to share the complaint with her new friend.
"I don't like my mom. He always comes home at night and fights papa. My mother never loved me."
"Here, don't be sad anymore. My mom and dad are busy too. Grandpa and grandma only love sister Anya, while omma oppa always told me to learn."
"What are they talking about, anyway?" ask Ikmal.
"Where do I know."
In Arlan's office
"Pi, can't papi don't demand too much on Freya. Poor he's a kid, he needs to play with his friends."
"The fire just wants the best in Freya, in our family. Papi does not want him to be wrong in choosing friends, who only take advantage of his wealth. Only Freya hopes papi, whereas Anya as the first child, shows absolutely no interest in business. Who will take care of the company and help you when you retire and even die?"
Wildan did not reply, because what his papa said was true as well.
"Find the daughter-in-law must also be clear seedlings bebet weight. Let no one fool Anya and Freya. They are women, playful hearts not logic, if you have fallen in love with the wrong person, can be fatal consequences."
"Initially you too, why is such a small child (Anya) even left as a model. A little grooming, little ngaca, little change of clothes. Tell them, lest Anya fall for promiscuity because they indulge her too much."
Wildan went awry. He has children, but his parents and in-laws control his children. He and his wife were like a child factory whose only function was to produce, without getting a chance to raise in their own way.
Behind that door, there was Ami who was listening. He rubbed his stomach, hoping that whatever the sex of his son would be, would give his best to the families of both parties.
He cannot blame or justify the attitudes of his parents and his in-laws. They love their grandchildren in different ways, though Anya and Freya are treated differently because of the interest they have shown since childhood.
De, who will you follow?
Ami rubbed his stomach and spoke inwardly.
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When Ami gave birth to her third child.
Vanya!
The baby girl was named Vanya, which would make Freya envious and feel different because her name alone was much different from Anya and Vanya.
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"Why are you, huh?"
"My sister was born, my mom and dad were busy with the baby's dede."
Arby and Ikmal come to them with a well-packed food supply, sparkling Freya's eyes.
"You want to?"
Freya and Nuna shook their heads, then left them.
"It's hard to get them."
At Arby's grandfather's company birthday party
Freya was invited by her grandfather to accompany her to the birthday party. The five-year-old boy had already let out the aura of his leader.
"Seeing to be a successful person, yes."
"I'd love to marry my granddaughter."
The whispers were heard in the ears of Arlan and his papa, as well as in Damian's ears. Damian is increasingly proud of Freya, his future successor.
As usual, Freya is able to absorb well what she hears despite not reading and has not practiced it. His memory is excellent, both through hearing and vision.
Freya headed for the serving table, her eyes always sparkling at the beautifully decorated food.
"Hi, Eya."
"Yes? Who's Eya?"
"Yes you, dong."
"My name is Freya, not Eya."
I used to call her Eya, nothing.
"Army! Loh, is there Freya too?"
Freya stared at Elya flat, while Elya pinched Freya's chuby cheek.
"Come, Arby and Freya are sitting here. Don't go anywhere. Let the waiter bring you food and drinks."
Not long after, Ikmal came to them with ice cream.
"Want to?" ask Ikmal.
Freya lowered her head, in fact she wanted so much, but was afraid of being caught by her oppa.
Arby immediately took the ice cream from Ikmal and gave it to Freya. Freya finally ate the ice cream with a stick.
In terms of food and drink, oppa omma is also her grandfather's grandmother is very compact. They agreed that Anya and Freya should not eat and drink recklessly, especially Anya. His grandparents forbid Anya to eat drinking recklessly to maintain her body shape. Of course, if you want to become an international model, body shape must be maintained early on, can not only be a two-month diet immediately formed an ideal body.
The next day, Ikmal and Arby return with provisions that shake Freya's fortress.
Finally Freya wanted to eat their provisions, which were also enjoyed by Nuna.
"What else do we want to bring?" ask Arby.
"I want a lupis cake" replied Freya.
"What is a lupis cake?"
"Where do I know, I've only heard of it from one of the housekeepers."
Freya has never eaten traditional Indonesian food. He heard the name of the cake from a domestic assistant who came from Indonesia.
Menu served in his house is like a menu in a restaurant. Steak, tomyam, sushi, spaghetti, salads, sandwiches and so on which he himself was actually bored.
Coming home from school he will have lunch and then take a short nap, then will play golf, chess, monitor the surge in stock prices, or other activities that have been arranged by his oppa.
On Friday afternoon, she will join her grandmother in the ranks of socialites whose members are the average doctors from various fields. So he is also very familiar with the world of health without having to read a book, just stay practicing it later when he is a doctor.
At the age of five years, Freya is already feeling bored.
He wanted to sleep hugging a doll, not hugging a book.
He wanted to go to the beach, not the library.
He wanted to play swings, not count the number of calories needed by humans.
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