BET GIRL
Mistakes

“I... I'm not feeling well, so choose to go home,” Afsa replied acting as if she was Elnara.   

Where possible the Emir could tell the difference between Afsa and Elnara, they were identical twins.

“I'm in!” afsa said deliberately imitating Elnara's more calm attitude.

On the way to another room, he heard the voice of the Emir.  “Where are you going?”

Afsa was confused, he did not know where to go.  The kitchen is out of nowhere, the room is out of nowhere.  So what does he have to answer?  He just stopped without looking.

“You can still talk right?”

The Emir's voice sounded very firm.

“Ya, sure.  I'm gonna have a drink.  I don't think it matters to you, do I?”

Emir grinning.  “It's smart you now answer yes.  Come on, take me to room.”

Afsa is confused.  To room?  Not even Afsa knows where the Emir's room is.

“Good.”  Afsa approached the Emir and held the handle of the wheelchair to be pushed.  I don't know where to go, which is important to the other room.

“Hey, where did you take me?” reprimand the Emir when the wheelchair is directed to the family room.

“Eh, ouch.  I'm a little dizzy.  I don't know where this is going.  I want to lie down immediately.  My head's puyeng.  Show me the way.”  Afsa reasoned while pretending to throw kesnaa body here.

Yuni, a domestic assistant who had just entered work after being given a nearly two-week leave, happened to pass by.  The girl with the typical look of a batik skirt with bundled hair on the head was staring concerned at the sight of her new employer dizzy to such a degree.

Yuni slid closer to Afsa, grabbing Afsa's arm.  “Mbak El why?  Dizziness huh?  Don't carry this baby!  Eh?”  Yuni then turned his head towards the Emir and grinned the horse. 

“Help bring El to room!” decreed Emir.

“Aduh, quickly take me to the room.  I'm so dizzy.”  Afsa is saved by Yuni.

Soon Yuni guided Afsa towards the room located on the same floor, which was the first floor.  “Come, come, Ma'am.  Well, here.”  

Yuni helps Afsa sit on the edge of the bed.  The Emir pointed his own wheelchair towards the room.

“I get you a drink ya!” yuni said.  “Mbak want to drink what so that the body becomes seger?”

“Create avocado juice.”  

“Ya.  I'll make it.”  Yuni breezed out of the room, nodding her head as she passed the Emir near the door.

The Emir brought his wheelchair closer to the bed.   

Afsa who was sitting in a dizzy temple style was staring at Emir rather awkwardly.  “Why look at me that way?”

“Go to the doctor!”  The Emir did not respond to Afsa's question.

“I'm fine.  Just dizzy.  It's been a little better.”

“Good then.”  The Emir turned his wheelchair towards his desk.  It opens important files.  A few minutes after confirming that his documents were complete, he left the room.

Seeing the Emir leave, Afsa immediately got up and began to act.  He opened a plastic map that had just been seen by the Emir.  He read the contents of the document, which turned out to be an important file with a business money value of billions of rupiah.

A sneaky smile also rose on Afsa's face.  

There was no sound of knocking on the door.

Yuni's voice shrieked from outside.

Afsa rushed to open the door before Yuni first entered.  Afsa receives a glass filled with avocado juice.

“Diminum yes, Mbak.”

“Hm.”  Afsa shut the door again.  A bad idea dancing on his head.  He spilled juice onto Emir's dossier.  Unmitigated, the juice is spilled with many sizes.  Believe me, after this the document will be more disgusting than garbage and will not be read.

Afsa then returned the dirty documents to a plastic folder.  After that, Afsa headed to the kitchen even though he had to spin around first looking for a room called a kitchen.

He finally found a room called the kitchen.  He saw Yuni preparing food.

“That's for whom?” ask Afsa.

“For Mas Emir.  The Emir likes chicken sauce the most.  This must be Ma'am El's cooking this morning, right?” yuni said as she lifted the plate containing chicken sauce.

“Sini.  Let me love the Emir.”

“Oh.  Fine, Ma'am.  Then I went to the shop first to buy soy sauce.  Soy sauce-out.  Non Cindy because most like to eat soy sauce.  Excuse me.”  Yuni passed away.

It is time for Afsa to act.  Turning to the right left and making sure that there was no one but them there, Afsa then sprinkled something onto the food. After that, he then spilled sauce on it to cover the sprinkles he gave earlier.

He carried the plate away leaving the kitchen with a small grin.  The bad shadow about the Emir was already dancing on his head.  

Suddenly he was shocked when the plate in his hand was snatched away by a little girl.  None other than Cindy.  

“Hey, what are you doing?” annoyed Afsa sees the plate in her hand being taken for granted by an unknown boy, whom she suspects is her son Emir.

“This is my papa's house.  Don't be chatty!” ketus Cindy then passed away carrying the plate.

“Damn tuyul boy!”  Afsa stepped quickly after Cindy, but high-heeled shoes sprained her legs when she stepped faster.  He lost track.  I don't know where Cindy went.  Suddenly he was confused, what if even Cindy who ate the food?

Not long after, a scream came from one of the rooms.  Afsa rushes to the source of the sound, as does the incoming Emir.  Lastly Yona, who appeared from another door.

“Papa, why is this so?  Aduuuh ouch!”  Cindy scratched her face, neck, arms, even legs.  In a short time, suddenly his skin became red-red and itchy, even blackened like scabies.

The chicken sauce on the table is half over.

Cindy was immediately rushed to the hospital by the driver. Yona is coming too.  While Afsa is prohibited from participating because it is asked to be at home only considering that Afsa is considered unhealthy, also his job is to accompany the Emir.  

At this time Afsa is wondering, why Cindy who eats toxic food is even just itching and scabies?  Why don't you have seizures and be unconscious?  Apparently the seller at the store gave the poison wrong.

Afsa immediately sent a message to Linol.

Ma'am, is Elnara still there or is she home?

Linol replied to the message.

El has just left home, he wants to go home to the Emir.

Seeing that answer, immediately Afsa inching left the room. 

The Emir, who appears busy investigating the food content by cutting, seeing the texture and smelling the aroma, was unaware of Afsa's departure.

“This is something wrong!” murmured Emir with fat teeth.

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