The girl was mostly moody and occasionally angry because of the stress. It might be the reason why he never liked Hendra.

Hendra came in a frontal manner, forcing her to sign a marriage contract before getting to know each other.

Three of her friends who guided the children stopped teaching activities. They stood to greet Aruna.

Spontaneously, the children cheerfully ran, hugging Aruna.

Hendra withdrew. He wasn't used to this kind of thing.

The children were mostly in wrinkled clothes. Some of the others even seemed neglected.

Hendra thought that in this room, there was a desk and chair for study like a school.

It turned out that the study room he saw only made use of a tiny folding table.

There were no chairs to sit on.

Aruna was so casually giving them a hug. she occasionally squatted and leveled herself with the children's height while answering their questions.

"Alright, let's sit down first..." Aruna made a light pat meaning 'let's hurry up, I have a surprise.'

The girl was seen hugging one of the three other teachers. They had a moment to talk before the three of them came out to help pick up the grocery bags.

Earlier, Hendra couldn't carry much. He had difficulty adapting to the sounding floor.

"Today, I brought lots of gifts." The girl cheerfully spoke upfront. Her loose hair was fluffy and moving, combined with the midi dress and minimalist make-up that Hendra had prepared.

Of course, the man's eyes behind were not willing to blink because it was according to his fashion style.

"Do you want this??"

"Yes, we want it..." The children cheered with joy.

"But, we learn first..."

"Ye.. ye..." Some were still cheering.

Aruna and Dea's class was the most desirable class. There was no counting and reading because the two girls gave handicraft class.

Kids always enjoyed it.

"Sis Runa, what are we going to make today?" The hijab little girl asked.

"We're going to make pretty bracelets." And she happily smiled, as did the others.

"Sis, who is the man behind?"

"He's been quiet from earlier." The two little boys curiously looked back.

"You want to meet him?" Aruna got the children's curiosity.

Hendra looked too different.

Aruna suspected that Hendra had been standing a long ago because the man was confused about how to start sitting on a strange floor.

Like his first visit to the Magic, Surya, his secretary, deftly found a seat cover and whispered instructions.

Aruna smiled, calling him.

"Hendra, bring the beads I bought earlier here." Hendra immediately checked grocery bags with the teachers' help.

A moment later, Hendra walked towards Aruna as he tried to take off his coat. It was not suitable for this place.

Hendra was now standing next to Aruna.

"Let me introduce him. He is the CEO, Hendra. The one who was kind enough to buy gifts for you." Aruna explained while pointing backward, noting that there were lots of gift bags behind.

"Let's thank him."

The children slowly stood up, briefly turned to stare at their gifts, and saying the words 'thank you' in unison.

Hendra was stunned by what happened. He then glanced at Aruna, showing that he was delighted.

He didn't think Aruna would say that well, remembering the bad behavior as he often forced her.

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Hendra was stunned by what happened. He then glanced at Aruna, showing that he was delighted.

He didn't think Aruna would say that well, remembering the bad behavior as he often forced her.

The girl approached him, whispering a request while taking the coat in Hendra's hand.

"Introduce yourself! The children want to know you."

Aruna then seemed to fold Hendra's coat and placed it in the corner of the room, on the folding table.

"Hi.. I am Hendra. I am happy to meet you." It was rigid and not attractive at all.

"Well, anyone want to ask?" Aruna's voice was warm and carefree.

"Why are your eyes blue? Are they real?" a pigtailed little girl innocently appeared with her question.

Hendra looked at Aruna, looking for confidence in whether he needed to answer it.

This man seemed cute as he was like a shy alien.

"I am half Javanese-England." The answer was short and completely left the children clueless.

"Em.. I mean Mr Hendra.. Mr Hendra has parents from different countries and tribes. His mother is Javanese while his father is English. He got his blue eyes from his father."

"It looks like Thomas (one of the children in the study studio). His father comes from Papua, his mother is Sundanese. Look at Thomas, he is white but tall and strong like his father."

The children nodded, understood.

"Sis, what is the CEO?" The next question came from Thomas.

"The CEO is a Chief Executive Officer or leader who is trusted to lead the board of directors including leading all subsidiaries."

The children became dizzier.

Aruna once again took the initiative.

"Look kids, have you ever seen people who work with a neat appearance? Wear a tie, sometimes wear a suit?"

They nodded.

"Well, the workplace is called an office. And Mr Hendra is the leader there. Got it?!"

Aruna's explanation was greeted by the children's understanding. Some even said that someday they wanted to be a CEO like Hendra.

Aruna also asked Hendra to help her guide the children in making beaded bracelets that afternoon.

"Try..."

"Your clothes will not get dirty. It's really clean."

"Come on, sit comfortably." Aruna added.

The girl coaxed him into sitting on the unfamiliar floor. Aruna wasn't angry at all with his strange attitude this time.

Since coming to Wenceslas's main house, she realized that this man lived like a prince in a fairy tale.

Hendra failed to provide direction several times. The beads fell down everywhere. It was the teachers who actually helped Aruna.

"There is no definite theory. It just takes patience and painstaking."

"Tidy up again." Aruna ordered.

Hendra picked up the fallen bead and inserted it into a small rope that has been measured according to his wristband's circumference.

He was worse than children. His face looked serious, but the results were messy.

It absolutely had no aesthetics. The beads should be arranged in a pattern. But Hendra just put it in.

He gave up when he had to tie the two ends of the rope, a finish for making the bracelet.

The funny thing was that Hendra joined the queue with the children around Aruna to get the prettiest finishing from the Magic Letter broadcast's founder.

He got the last turn.

"Yeah.. not bad. Good first attempt." Said Aruna, smiling at Hendra's messy handicrafts.

"Mr Hendra, because I saw yours could not be used, I gave mine to you. I purposely made it two, one for you." The little girl approached him, handing her a beautiful bracelet, and returned to mingle with her friends.

"Hehehe."

"Accept it..." Aruna gave advice.

"Is mine so messy??" Hendra looked at the beautiful little bracelet on his palm, comparing his bracelet that was held by Aruna.

"Oops, I didn't say it."

Once again, Aruna smiled at Hendra's face. This man had been trying seriously earlier.

"Okay, let me have your bracelet." Aruna put Hendra's wristband into her pocket.

She looked more excited.

"Come on, sit neatly, we will distribute gifts for you." Aruna again made a small excited pat.

Of course, the next moment was incredible. Hendra's gift was beyond their imagination.

They happily smiled, jumped, and there was even something heartwarming.

The girl who was touched with tears was Aruna. She did this often. She was shed in tears when happy.

It might be because Hendra hadn't known her for long, so he just knew another side of Lesmana's daughter by now.

Hendra got the point.

Why was his contract girl so loved by so many people?

She made a young man named Damar willing to be shackled in a complicated feeling of love between the three of them.

Even her older siblings tried so hard to protect her, including Aditya, the polite marketing leader, suddenly threatened Hendra.

She was like beautifully bloomed and sweet roses and if it cut from the stalk, it would be too good to get hurt.

A little boy walked over.

"May I hug you as a thank you?" He asked Hendra.

Aruna immediately descended to align her height. He was a small and bold 6 years old boy.

"Come and hug me instead."

"Sorry, Mr Hendra is not used to it." Aruna realized that Hendra would be in trouble.

"I don't hug girls." Said the yellow shirt little boy.

"I like your style.. Come here." Suddenly, Hendra squatted down.

He could spontaneously do new things.

"Thanks for the plane. That's the thing I really, really want. I don't know how to get back." That little man looked mature.

"Hey.. no man is crying." Hendra joked at him, seeing the corner of the little one's eyes turning red.

"Who's crying? My eyes are winking." He stressed his words before leaving.

A future husband and wife laughed at each other.

"Come on... here and there."

"Well, that little boy in front."

"Mr Hendra can be in the middle a little bit."

"Ah, you seem too tall."

A volunteer was busy arranging a photo session before Hendra's return.

"I'll be in the front." Hendra bent one of his legs, mingled with the boys upfront.

"Hey, you also have to come, right?" Hendra added.

"It's okay.. No problem." The volunteer answered.

Hendra was seen squeezing something in his ear, instructing one of the bodyguards to help.

The man in the black coat got out of the car, replacing the volunteer to take photos.

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