Tante Sebelah Rumah の小説・ストーリー

Because of their age , Mr Tang and his wife taken the room downstairs, first son takes the first room , the second son takes the third room and the second daughter takes the fourth room . While they clean the house ,the son in law Mr Yang search for a house and found a house to see at the house number sixteen . The seller lives just in house number one . They house sell for seven hundred yuan and the house deed written his name in just fifteen minutes. Then he will need notorize the document two days later with the town director. After cleaning their house ,the Tang family helps to clean their first dailughter house . Fortunately, there are many things in their space that they can use for a

And Seipati's name would come up as the part of discussion. When her mother-in-law arrived in the city, she could not shut her mouth about the beauty of the house Seipati and her husband bought. She was more concerned about the expenses her son had been indulging himself in just to please his wife. She would ask the cost of every single item in the house. She could not stop gasping with astonishment at the size of the house. The house was a huge Tuscan style with open plan kitchen and dining room. All the rooms had ensuite bathrooms. A well manicured garden adorned all the beauty of the exterior of the house. A beautiful patio led to the pool and a braai area. During weekends they would enjo

Tired of social media, he intended to stream watching the latest action movies, but his attention was turned to a figure standing in front of the house right in front of his house. The big house that used to belong to West Sumatran immigrants, a merchant couple who had a large trading booth in Tanah Abang (shopping area). Alif knew they had moved right at the same time Alif left to wander to Batam. Alif's eyes were glued to the figure of a woman who stood like a statue on the terrace of the house. She wore a long white dress that hung down to her feet, waist-length hair, and pure white skin, but she looked very pale. Her face is very beautiful, with round eyes, a sharp nose, luscious red lip

" Sebestian said while rolling his eyes. 'So, his name is Keven.' "Come fast, I don't want to waste my time on someone lowly like you." Sebestian said without even look towards Amelia. 'What an ass. Thank God, he rejects me, I can't live with an Alpha like him.' Both Sebestian and Keven gave her a tour to the house. It wasn't a very big house since Sebestian was living alone. It consists of two-bedroom and one guest room with an attached bathroom, one dining room, one living room, one theater room and a kitchen.

His last look, a mixture of rage and despair, sent a strange chill down her spine. Sebastian's house was a sprawling bungalow, nestled in a quiet, tree-lined street. It was a stark contrast to the sleek, modern high-rise where Den lived, with its minimalist design and impersonal feel. Sebastian's home radiated warmth and comfort, with a wide, welcoming porch and a well-maintained garden. “It’s a bit… different from what one would expect from the Neumann family.” Julie remarked, stepping out of the car. “You might be surprised.” Sebastian replied, his smile widening. “We each have our own style.” He gestured toward the house, the porch light casting a golden glow on the white paint.

The image of her and her two older brothers running around there became vivid in her mind. Rumah Kebaya, the typical Betawi house that held so many memories, remained just as it was before. Emily's parents deliberately maintained the authenticity of the house to preserve all the memories within. They wanted to cherish all those moments perfectly. The house had a saddle-shaped roof that, when viewed from the side, resembled the folds of a kebaya. Suddenly, Emily screamed as she saw her younger self fall on the terrace of the house while Edwin and Erick chased her. A moment later, a smile graced Emily's lips as her two brothers fought to help her up, their faces filled with worry.

"I don't mind at all. But what about you? Wouldn't you mind if our neighbours heard us?" "What are you talking about? How can you say that when I'm feeling so sad!" Tera crossed her arms and turned away. She walked past her husband and entered the narrow path that led to her house. It was an old, simple building made of a combination of wood and concrete walls, in a proportional manner. It was the type of house one might find in a village – the type of house where grandparents used to live. Tora was the only resident left in the house; he commuted between this village home and the city where he worked. He refused to rent a house there, and even the house Sebastian provided was left vacant.

Another bar was off to the left a little way down in the almost endless room, and on the opposite side was a lounge with several couches and chairs. “Jeez, you could live here if you wanted to,” Taliana noted. “Oakley would never dream of it,” Sebastian scoffed. “That’s what his family’s seven houses around the globe are for.” Taliana barely had enough time to admire the lavish features before Sebastian began nudging her in the direction of a spiral staircase that separated the two parts of the room. The marble stairs dumped us into a wood paneled hallway with two doors on either side, and Sebastian pushed open the nearest one.

He sat beside Jayda, handing her the envelope. She opened it and brought out some documents along with physical keys and keycards. Sebastian bought a house in their names. "I don't like the idea of us being apart anymore so I bought a home for us. You are the last person I want to see before I go to bed and the first person I want to lay my eyes on when I wake up. The location is beautiful and peaceful and it's about fifteen minutes drive to your office." Sebastian took out his phone from his pocket and showed Jayda pictures of the medium size mansion. It was a very beautiful home and perfect for a family of four. (Seb, Jayda, Aaron and their baby)