Assumption
Husband Right

It was noon, it was time to eat as usual. Sumarni ma'am will cook to eat their master, and will be assisted by Fatmah.

While Disa and Yanti will cook for them to eat, Mita now takes care of Ndoro Putra.

Disa saw her employer's son looked moody after coming out of his mother's room.

At this time Putra was playing with Mita in the family room, looking dreamy no spirit.

When it's time for lunch, like breakfast this morning, Disa will come to Mariska's room, Madam and her childhood friend for her care.

This time it was Disa herself, as Bu Sumarni was in charge of serving their master at the dinner table.

Disa knocked before entering Madam Mariska's room.

It turned out that Madam Mariska was awake, she was looking towards the entrance.

"Dis ... please take me to the toilet," she asked.

It could then immediately put a tray on the nightstand, and memapah Madam Mariska to the bathroom.

Can wait outside the door, just in case of fear of things happening that are not desired. Before long the toilet door opened, Disa also returned to bed Mistress Mariska.

He led her very carefully. When they arrived, Lady Mariska asked to sit on her bed.

Disa sat in the chair next to her, would begin to feed her master, as usual Disa would give water to drink first before eating.

"So the Son came here, huh Dis?" said Mrs Mariska, who saw them walk out the door at the time.

"Yes Madam" replied Disa while bribing her.

The look on Mrs Mariska's face looked sad, a very heart-wrenching sight.

‘You must miss each other very much,’ Inner Disa.

"The lady is healthy, yes. Let's play again with Ndoro Putra," he said encouraging his employer.

"Thank you, it's Dis."

However, there was no look of spirit face there, according to Disa. He looked at his master like there was no passion.

"I look terrible, don't I?" he said after swallowing the rest of his food.

Disa scrunched her forehead, confused at Mariska's question. "I'm sorry, ma'am, what do you mean?"

Mariska smiled bitterly, hearing Disa's confusion was like a mockery to her. "Don't pretend, Dis."

"I'm sorry Madam .. I don't understand what Madam means." His lowered gaze shifted his master's sharp gaze.

Can think wrongly, because what he saw was Madame Mariska as upset.

"My current race is terrible, isn't it? Pale face, dry thin body. It really is no longer interesting" said Mariska with a sigh.

"Even my husband doesn't think of me as a wife." Still with his bitter smile.

Madam Mariska was pouring her heart out to Disa. Because he was his friend, and that made Mariska a little bit anxious.

Disa new here, obviously not knowing the problems of the family of his employer.

However, Disa concluded, if her employer was in conflict with her husband.

Suddenly ....

Chequek!

The door opened, Disa and Madam Mariska turned to the door. To make sure who is coming.

It turns out Mr. Irwan. Disa stood up, not forgetting to keep her eyes down.

Mr. Irwan approached them, asking Disa without taking his eyes off his wife. "Has the madam eaten?"

"Already sir, just haven't taken the medicine."

Mr. Irwan then sat himself on the edge of the bed, at the end near the feet of his wife. Try massaging the soles of the feet of the wife who feels cold.

Lady Mariska threw away her face. She seemed reluctant to the arrival of her husband with not the slightest look at him.

"You just come out, let me give the medicine to Madam later," ordered Mr. Irwan.

Disa nodded and took a tray and left drinking water and medicine for her employer.

Disa headed for the kitchen, wanting to immediately fill her stomach. He himself was very hungry, after his energy was drained by the strange things he felt, coupled with his master's son who always made him tired.

After Disa put the former food of her master into the sink, she immediately took the rice and joined the others. Even though they had all finished eating, they were still gathered at the table.

Fatma then went to the sink to clean the dirty dishes. He was astonished, looking at the tray of their former employer that Disa brought. "Kok, no Madam's glass, Dis?"

Disa answered for a moment before scooping the rice into her mouth. "Mad hasn't taken Mama's medicine."

"Loh, why?"

Fatma was astonished, she herself had taken care of Mariska, and indeed their master had been sick for a long time, she had never once escaped the drugs.

"There was Mr. Irwan in the room Nyonya—" Disa meant to explain, but was cut off by another word.

"What!" their answers were compact, and all looked shocked.

Disa chokes and she immediately drinks, she gazes at her strange friends.

"Why the hell! Just surprise you," murmured Disa.

"Where, yeah ...?" Yanti tried to explain, but was confused. He bit his lower lip instead, and the severity again looked like embarrassment about to continue his sentence.

"Mr Irwan wants to ask for his right as a husband" Mita said without further ado, and they all seemed misbehaved with shame. It was a taboo conversation for them.

"But the lady's kasian," Yanti.

He cursed in his mind, ‘How could his master ask for rights when his wife's circumstances were like that, but how else, he was a normal man.’

"Yes, how else. Mr. Irwan is her husband, a perfectly normal man," Mita said as if representing their thoughts.

"It's .. don't continue, then there's bu Sum can get in trouble, you guys."

Fatmah also reminded them to immediately stop the conversation. The main rule in this house is, do not interfere in the affairs of their employers.

They are paid to work, not to berghibah.

Mr. Irwan approached his housemaids who were working in the second kitchen.

Seen, if they are all busy doing work in the kitchen. Some are cleaning dirty dishes, some are preparing a menu for their employer's dinner.

Their job is only to prepare ingredients, such as slicing vegetables and cleaning meat, not cooking. The task of cooking for their employers, will still be done by Sumarni ma'am.

Mr. Irwan stood there saying, "So who took care of my wife?"

They all stood bowing their heads, looking embarrassed. Mr. Irwan comes in different clothes, and looks as fresh as a shower.

He raised his hand, "I'm Master."

"What's your name?"

"Can ... Mister."

"You go back to my wife's room, help her clean up" he ordered and quickly passed away.

They all looked at each other with small smiles, and their minds wandered everywhere.

Obviously if Mr. Irwan still has passion, he is still young and mighty, of course his biological desire is still passionate.

It's just that, if you look at the state of his wife like that, of course they all smell. But that's none of their business. Not just this once or twice, watching something like this. Maybe only Disa just found out.

Isa also sighing. He's an adult, so know the meaning of 'cleanup’ which his master means.

Maybe Disa had not finished thinking, it turned out that her master had come to her room just to ask for her rights. Mademoiselle Mariska's face looked reluctant.

Disa immediately passed from there and walked towards Madam Mariska's room. Suddenly he felt horror, not in the sense of creepy, but for a girl who is still holy he was a bit hesitant to do it.

Connect ....