Buying My Maid's womb
There is No Peace in the House

I came home the next day after the company. He took a rough breath and stared at his messy home. Unwashed dishes, dirty clothes are also still lying on the machine. Not to mention the pea skin trash in the living room. The maid at Gara's house had stopped one week because she had to go home.

Revi did not pay attention to the messy condition of the house. Not to mention, Revi often brought his friends to their house just for fun. Gara pinched his dizzy head for a moment. If only his mother had seen the condition of the house by now, it was certain that the great mistress would have nagged him all day.

As he rolled up his shirt arm, he grabbed the trash can and started cleaning up the scattered objects. Then, Gara went to the sink to wash the dishes, he snorted in disgust at the former dirty dishes that had begun to smell.

Because he could no longer tolerate all that, he immediately pulled out his cellphone and saw his wife's story that was having fun. Because he clenched his hands, he was tired of facing Revi who was getting more and more careless. However, willing to divorce his wife was also he could not, he was still too dear.

Finally back to the front. Left the kitchen dirty, he better go to the room to calm himself. Because flushed his body under the cold shower, his brain needs calmness.

At the big madam's house, right now, Bening was in the woman's private room. He was telling the contents of the novel Mira W which he had finished reading. While massaging the shoulders of the mistress who looked closed, Bening so neatly told each important part of the old novel.

"You're very good at story telling," praised the big lady to Bening who had finished the story.

"Mrs like?" ask Bening.

"Of course I like. You're good at bringing stories. Yesterday, your homemade ketoprak was also delicious. My husband asked for more."

"really?" asked Bening excitedly, he was unable to hide his pleasure.

"Yes, you should be careful, because surely my husband will often ask you to make this and that cuisine."

"It's my pleasure to make it, madam."

The big madam nodded again.

Bening then livened up the aroma of therapy for the great mistress. The rich woman most likes to be massaged while smelling the aroma of fragrant therapy. When finished, Bening came back down with the stairs. Her steps were carefree, she planned to pluck the flowers in front of the dead ones. Bening immediately took the scissors, then began to throw the dead part into the pocket of crackle that he brought earlier.

While busy caring for the beautiful flowers, Asih came again with a face ready to war on him.

"What pellets do you wear until the big lady can be so good?"

"Oh, were you really equipped with a stack and spell before you set foot here?" the accusation.

"Mom, don't talk. I don't understand my fault with what Asih is. Ma'am accused me of all sorts. I don't want to have enemies, so yes. You better focus on your job. We don't bother each other." Bening still did not care about Asih who was standing next to him while folding her hands in front of her chest.

"God, there's a lot of reasons you're ya!" Asih then pushed Bening until he fell. The dead flowers were scattered on the grass. Bening tried to stand with Asih who had already entered inside.

Bening immediately pick up the dead flowers that have been scattered. Without realizing it, someone picked up the dead rose petals. Bening raised his face. Looking at the handsome looking Gara in a casual suit, the tight black jersey that formed his abdominal muscles was looking at him as well.

"Why is it possible to scatter like this?" ask Gara then without seeing Bening again.

"So accidentally knocked over, sir." Bening answered softly.

For handing over the crackle containing the dead flowers to Bening. His face was still flat but warmer this afternoon.

"Alone, Gar?"

Gara and Bening turned their heads, the big madam was already standing in front of the main door.

"Yes, Ma." For leaving Bening, for the big lady.

"Where's wife?"

"There's an event with her model friends, Ma."

"Bored Mama heard it, Gara. Try once your answer is whether he is doing something else. Every time he was asked, he must have been yelling!"

Because he did not answer again, he was also dizzy. His house no longer gives him peace. I prefer to go home to her parents. He was also curious about his mother's new maid. I don't know, because it feels like every time he sees a new figure in his mother's house.