Buying My Maid's womb
Social Jealousy

Bening and the big mistress arrived at a fairly large supermarket. He followed her behind. He also pulled the trolley and took it to and fro following the graceful-looking master. Madam bought materials to make ketoprak also buy other materials to add the contents of the refrigerator.

"See, I'd like to call my husband. Maybe someone wants him to order. My husband has stomach ulcers, likes to eat carelessly, said even ngeyel." Madam told me while pulling out her phone and then started to engage in conversation with Mr. Wibowo.

Clear away to the other side of the neatly lined gondola. She saw many items for girls such as talcum powder, perfume as well as other toiletries. The big madam approached him while carrying some items that were directly put into the trolley.

Then the madam also grabbed some objects that had been Bening grasped. In Bening's mind, the big madam would definitely want to buy her beauty tool stock.

"The girl must take care of her health, beautify the skin of the same body as well, so that later if she has a husband, her husband does not want an itchy woman out there."

Little laugh heard it. The mistress was not at all as creepy as told by the other maids. He really likes to chatter, that's all he understands.

"Oh yes, try you there, take two bottles of olive oil so it will be good if I ask for another massage."

"Okay, Madam."

Bening immediately picked up the item the big madam wanted quickly. They returned after that. The lady is now choosing fruit.

While choosing the fruits, there were some rich women approaching him. They look familiar.

"Tumben, Jeng, usually the waiter who buys kitchen necessities. "

"Yes, I have a friend to make here."

The big madam pointed to Bening to her friend. Bening immediately nodded with a smile.

"Who, Jeng? As I just saw."

"Yes, my friend's son."

Bening gasped, the big madam did not call him a servant at all. It gets clumsy. Then after that more and more people greeted the big madam. The sight gave an idea of who the great mistress really was. He is a very respected and respected man.

However, the face of the big madam seemed to frown after she had a conversation with some other colleagues in that place. Bening approached the mistress, putting the weighed fruits into the trolley.

"Always ask that question!" It clucked.

"What question, Madam?" Bening asked carefully.

The lady caught her breath before she answered. "Those people if they meet me, surely my flower already love grandchildren have not. My youngest wedding party five years ago was the most luxurious in the city. All the artists and officials are invited, but look now, my flower hasn't even given me a grandchild."

Another problem of grandchildren. Bening stared at the shady big madam. He once again did not dare to give any response. He could only be a good listener to the great madam.

"We pay now, the longer we stay here, the more people I meet. The more dizzy you also make the same question."

"Okay, Madam." Pushing the trolley to the cashier's desk. Their shopping is a lot. In the village, no one is shopping that much. Even if there is of course to fill the stall. After all, in his village there is no supermarket, they can shop to the market.

When finished, some supermarket staff helped them carry groceries. Madam clucked annoyed to see Mr. Diman engrossed in playing mobile phone while smoking.

Shocked by surprise, Mr. Diman who was leaning on the body of the car. Bening of course laughed seeing it. He immediately took over the shopping bags and opened the trunk of the car.

"Maklum, ma'am, misses the wife's children in the village," said Mr. Diman gave an explanation.

"By the same wife the child does not smoke. Smoking kills you, it doesn't kill me, but it's not good talking to a kid anymore but the mouth comes out smog so!"

"Yes, Madam. My khilaf." Mr. Diman replied with a cry.

The big lady got into the car after giving money tips to some staff who helped carry groceries.

"Take a week off, see your wife's son tomorrow."

"Mistress Bethel?" ask Him with a glowing face.

"Don't ask me again, I can ride blood."

The ultimate words of the great madam no doubt made Bening laugh again. They sat quietly in the car.

Coming home from the supermarket, the waiters immediately brought groceries. Asih looked at Bening with an envious look especially after that, the big madam gave him a bag of toiletries as well as other objects that had been clearly held.

"Make me, Madam?" ask Bening not so good.

"Yes, who else. Take it, keep it in the room. Go to the kitchen, make me a ketoprak."

Bening nodded, the servants whispered. The most obvious siriknya of course Asih.

"Ma, taste the cake, I bought a special for Mama." Revi came from the kitchen carrying a plate of pre-cut cake.

Mama tried it a little to appreciate her daughter-in-law.

"Kok a little, Ma?"

"Mama cravings ketoprak! Soon Bening make it."

Revi felt insinuated because the mistress called the usual cravings that pregnant people feel. However, there was something more interesting for him to ask.

"Whose silence, Ma?"

"Long-haired girl with that jacket."

Revi sees the new Bening going into the kitchen. He glares in envy.

"Oh, that new maid huh, Ma?"

The big madam did not reply, only nodding a glance and passing, leaving Bening who could now feel Revi's sharp gaze on him.