Beautiful Time
Sinyo Daniel

"Who cleaned my room?!!!!" Snapped Daniel in the kitchen of the maids.

"In-beautiful den...!" They pointed at one of them who was hooded.

Daniel looked at the person who was the cause of his anger with emotion. His bedroom is the most private place that no one can enter except with his permission. Not because of the valuable objects in it but because he does not like if his belongings move places without his knowledge.

"What the hell is nyo, early in the morning like this is already a storm? The sun just came out?"

The middle-aged woman in her special negligee clothes came to the youngest who is now often angry if there are things that do not match her.

"Room I (read ai) is given ma....! You know I don't like anyone getting into room I?"

"Who cleaned Sinyo's room?" Ask the hostess.

"Beautiful mom..." Answer the workers simultaneously.

The beautiful pink-hooded girl who was frightened by the rampage ventured forward with both hands clutched together. His head lowered not daring to see the gaze of the young master who usually likes to spoil on the mother.

"How dare you go into room I and move things I ?!!" Daniel's ruffled around the waist. Beautiful Scolding in front of everyone.

"Daniel. Mbok Jah is sick and Mama is giving time off for one week. If you do not like your room cleaned equally Beautiful starting tomorrow just clean it yourself. How can you stay in a room that's exactly like a ship breaking so..."

Mrs Rosi did ask one of the maids to clean Daniel's room without naming him. And the workers who now often get tantrums from Sinyo agreed to tell Indah to do it. Because Indah is the newest and youngest employee that can be ordered. Moreover, he was kind and obedient making veteran aides often rule him this and that.

"Banggg!!!!"

Everyone turned to the empty gallon dropped by the master. The Chinese man who walked quietly headed to the dining table.

"What's this stormy morning?"

Everyone was speechless hearing the host speak in an angry tone. All the residents of the house are glued to their respective places.

Indah nodded her head at the Madam then followed her young master into the room while the big lady with a rather dark complexion hurriedly came to the husband who was ready to eat breakfast.

"What is your job here?" Daniel asked as he walked to his room.

"Holy and iron master!" Reply Beautifully by bowing your head like a person who is looking for a lost item.

It was almost as if Lovely smashed into the body of his young master if only he did not have a strong disc brake to stop his footsteps.

"Stand here!!" Daniel said as he opened the door to his room. Not allowing his house clerk to set foot in his private room.

The girl nodded her head without seeing the young master's face.

"Jawab!!, why shut up ?"

"B-good sir!!" Answer Beautifully with a stammer. He was terrified because for a whole new age this time he was yelled at so.

Even though he lives a short life, he never lacks affection. His late husband and father were very patient people. So did his mother and sister.

Indah is a widow with one child who is now three years old. He was widowed when he was twenty-one. Although his age is still relatively young but he has been the backbone of the family since the father and husband died.

Life is all shortcomings and difficulties have indeed become his close friends. He does not regret let alone envy the lives of others who are content. From her late husband who was an ustadz she learned about life. Every person will be tested with different things. Whether it's the poor or the rich. Do not suppose that the rich man is always happy and the poor always suffer.

Many things can make people happy without being rich first.

The rich also cry a lot because of the problems that plague them. Just look at the lives of the employers where he worked for the last three months. Everyone has their own problems.

"Where are my usual sneakers out there?" Daniel asked, pointing behind the door.

"In the master glass cabinet" replied Beautiful mannered using his five fingers to point where he had stored the shoes of the master.