
"Naomi!!" quinsha shouted, watching the entire kitchen look like a broken ship. The housekeeper who was in the kitchen, his face was filled with flour.
"Isn't he naughty, similar to you?" bramantio whispered in Quinsha's ear.
Quinsha turned her head, "but baby, I'm not like Naomi. Where there is him, there must be chaos." Quinsha took a pissed breath.
"Here you go, baby, let our daughter try something new out there." Bela Bramantio, always pleased with Naomi's mischief. Her only daughter, the fruit of her love with Quinsha.
Quinsha turned her body, folding both hands on her chest. Staring at Bramantio who was standing before him.
"Honey, Naomi has powers she can't control yet. I'm afraid something's going on out there." Quinsha Protest.
"Calm down, baby, just believe me." Bramantio again persuades Quinsha not to worry too much about Naomi.
"Alright, then we're ready to meet my father. There's something important to say."
"All right, baby." Bramantio. Embrace Quinsha's shoulders, stepping together towards her private room to prepare for her.
Soon enough, they were done. Bramantio glanced at Quinsha, his hands clasping tightly together.
"Are you ready?" ask Bramantio.
Quinsha nodded her head.
"Sure!"
"Wussseh!!!"
They both used the ability to run fast, along with the wind blowing fiercely. They both ran as fast as lightning towards the kingdom of Salman Cakra Nagara.
****
"Miss wait!"
Naomi looked back. "Come uncle, it's slow!" naomi protests stare at Chireng's breathless.
"Miss lookout!" shout Chireng.
Naomi turned her gaze towards the highway, The baby stroller slid quickly, behind her a middle-aged woman ran and shouted for help. Naomi ran after the baby carriage.
"Ciiiettt!!"
A luxury car stops right in front of Naomi.
The two men in the car had their eyes widened, almost the driver hit Naomi and the baby in the carriage, his eyes fixed on Naomi who pointed her two fingers at him.
Then the two men in the car came out to make sure that Naomi and the baby were okay. But when he saw the front bumper of his car dented. One of the men who used glasses, his eyes widened. How could his car dent as if it had hit concrete. The man glanced at Naomi. His long hair was messy like it had been blown away by the wind.
"Master, the car." Said the driver.
"Hey, it's not me you're asking. Not your car!" naomi said, her right leg kicked the car.
"How could my car be damaged like this." said the man watching Naomi from head to toe. Nothing is strange.
"Ah done. Males!" Naomi turned around, pushed the baby carriage and gave it to her mother. After that, he again stepped his feet in the follow Chireng from behind.
"Who's the girl?" asked the man to watch Naomi's steps until she lost her sight.
"How is this, sir?" ask the driver.
"Of course to the workshop. Shit!" the man squatted in front of his milile car. His hand rubbed his car. He was still confused as to why his car could be damaged like that.