Thaha
Mommy and the gang

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this morning the house grew crowded with the arrival of one of Mommy's assistants and also a friendly tatak teacher...? maybe or some other name....? I never knew there was a special teacher for that

as Mommy said last night at dinner, if Mommy plans to teach you how to eat well and properly in accordance with the standards of the upper class

what's the difference....?

people stay to eat

read do'a

use the right hand

lep

do not forget to chew until smooth

things as simple as that why need teachers all....?

luckily Mommy didn't force me to learn how to walk and dance, after I explained how Islam views women

it is not a matter of walking or dancing that is actually a problem

but who's dancing for.....? that's what it's about

if dancing in front of your husband is a good thing

is it if the dancing in front of a man who is not our husband ...?

find that sin is his name

road problem....?

I think my way has been very good and right, of course this is adjusted to how Islam views

if for the way the road is not bent like a catwalk model,.....?

I'm sorry, my hips are too precious to show off to those who aren't my husband

it's not like I consider a model's hip worthless

even one way they are paid millions or even hundreds of millions, of course, it is clear evidence that the hip model is very valuable

it's worth saving my hips just for my husband, Louis of course!

I mean, I just don't want to break God's perfect rule, which forbids women from stomping their feet while walking, no matter what else to roll their hips

enough Louis alone saw the bend, it was safer and in accordance with the rules of Islam

safer than slander too, don't you think....?

if the problem of how to eat and tatak rama.....?

that I might still be able to follow, as long as I don't break Syara's law I have no problem with that

do not let me be taught how to drink and hold a glass of wine that is good and right

it's clearly on the black list, which means, I'm sorry to poke first rather than on

yes, the next time I drink wine

if it's grape juice I want

if wine....?

my throat is closed like that

instead of my 40 days of prayer not being accepted, mending I retreat straight away

I accepted Mommy's offer after a long discussion and death seduction that I issued, as blank and sweet as possible, fortunately I was only alone with Mommy when the others had finished eating

I'm still sane enough to do that when there are a lot of people, especially in front of Daddy and Luca...? that's horrible!!

Leo and Leora sedan is not home, Leo has returned to Indonesia while Leora is at the home of uncle Ale, said Mommy Leora often play there, the daughter of uncle Ale is one of Leora's friends

let Leora be here, at least I'll have a friend who suffers and supports

not like now

even Louis and Elisha would rather work than accompany me

Mommy....? come with Daddy

Elio.............? back to Louis

and here I am, fighting alone against a Mommy army more terrible than the combat troops of the neighboring country

I gulped with difficulty when I saw the large amount of tableware presented in front of me

"please sit down, Signora"

I didn't think she could speak Indonesian, or maybe she was Indonesian.....? just maybe, remind me to ask him later

"sit....? here....?"

I asked like a dazed person

"sister is Indonesian....?"

I asked not for stale bases, other than to get acquainted I also wanted to buy longer

the term warm up first, before my brain really hot because it memorizes too many forks and spoons

"yes, I am from Indonesia, from Jakarta, my brother from Indonesia...? from which city.....?"

"i'm from Surabaya, this is all for eating.....?"

I pointed at the splendid slapping martial shattering item before me

"iya dong kak, to eat, is this cutlery"

he smiled broadly, perhaps feeling funny at my question that I really didn't need to ask

"whose sister's name is.?, I'm Zu"

I extended my hand

"i'm Cleo"

Cleo welcomed my helping hand with a big smile, it seemed like Cleo was a smiling girl

"and you, what's your name...?"

I asked the beautiful woman in simple clothes but very fashionable and contemporary, she looked very young

"my name is Ysabelle, Signora"

he mentioned his name without any constraint, while my tongue was immediately stiff as I was about to repeat the name

how to read the first two letters....?

"can I call you Belle....?" (can I call you Belle...?)

"sure" (certain)

"and you can call me, Zu" (and you can call me, Zu)

"Zu"

I allowed Belle to sit next to me, in front of her was the same set of tableware as me

at least I can share that hardship with Belle

I'm sorry Belle, but instead of being evil, I just need a friend who will understand my desire to stop if my head starts to hurt

at least I have a friend to protest to Cleo

Cleo began with lessons on posture and how to sit well

repeatedly he confirmed the position of my shoulders and back which would return to its original position after a few seconds had passed

"position"

back Cleo's hand straightened my shoulder which suddenly slumped back to its original position

it seems that the gravitational force of the earth is currently being extremely strong

don't ask how Belle is, she's just like me!

o Allah, why do people like to make something easy to be complicated

just sit down why so complicated....?

cleo's voice came back when explaining how to open the washcloth...? or what's his name....? o Allah, Karim, I forgot what Cleo said

Cleo again continued the explanation of how to put the cloth properly

oh God is stormy!

what is this trying for...?

ngibas washcloth should have rules

just take

open

Cycads

wipe your mouth, wash your hands

be in order

this is why so there is a rule to be opened from this end, that end, he said this way, he said

call it Allah, call it, call it, Astaghfirullah haladzim

I even laughed when I saw Bella's washcloth hovering over Cleo's face

of course Cleo immediately rebuked me

"should not laugh wide, Signora.if you want to laugh should be elegant, shy voice, with hands that cover the mouth, teeth should not be seen"

Astagfirullah, I just laughed widely instead of being uprooted, even the Prophet laughed until he showed his teeth, O Allah so gini so rich

maybe this is because they are afraid of chili pieces that stick to the teeth visible times huh....? or how.....?

this is called self-doubt!

cook it I have to endure such laughter....? where is satisfied....?

"sorry, not intentionally"

"don't laugh at me, please" (don't laugh at me, please)

I looked at Belle who was looking down to hide her laughter

"laugh elegantly Elle!"

"sorry ma'am"

I tried to close my lips firmly so as not to smile when I saw Belle who re-enforced her seat and neutralized her facial expression

o Allah, when will this end....?

...~TBC~...