Nafisah entered her apartment room, opened the high heels that made her feet so sore. Clapping both hands lightly, then the lights start to turn on and the music plays melodiously.
"Ovil .. Make warm coffee." Nafisah said, on one of the artificial robots. A robot as tall as a child of three years, brown skin color with round navy eyes.
bald head with 10 human fingers in general, legs in the form of four wheels that can carry it everywhere.
"Ovil .. ovil ... Ready to make coffee ..." The little robot immediately walked towards the coffee machine.
Nafisah laying her back on the sofa, then snapping her fingers slowly. The wall in front of him opens and displays a white screen showing several television channels.