Buying My Maid's womb
Meet Madam

Bening did not expect that his prospective employer turned out to be a very wealthy person. The house is so spacious and magnificent, standing firmly on the ground with a super spacious courtyard. Several security posts were seen in front not far from the gate. Many plants grow with colorful flowers that some flowers are dry and dead. Many trees with green leaves, making the magnificent house cooler.

There is a garden on the right side of the building. A gazebo is also seen in the garden. From the outside alone has made Bening cluck in awe, especially if it has gone inside, maybe Bening can tremble his grooves.

"Well, Neng?" ask the driver.

"Eh?" Bening blushed, caught admiring the rich man's palace.

"Mrs Rahmawati is the richest person here, Neng, also included in the ranks of the richest people in Indonesia. Mr. Wibowo is a successful entrepreneur who has companies everywhere."

Mr. Diman explained without asking. Bening just nodded slowly. He did not want to ask a lot, did not want later Mr. Diman thought he was digging too much information.

The car stops at the side garage with a lot of fancy cars lined up. Bening astonished, I don't know how much treasure this person has.

"Let's go in. It just so happens that the mistress again has no meeting with anyone else."

Clear according to, following in the footsteps of Mr. Diman. They're down a long hallway. Some of the servants stared at Bening while whispering. They look at Bening who is too pretty to be a waitress.

He was silent, occasionally throwing smiles at them. Some people reply, some don't. Finally arrived in a room.

"Sit down here, madam is on her way." Mr. Diman pulled a chair for Bening who was still sculpting.

Just sit down, then spread your gaze around the cool room. There are many books on the left and right. There are some paintings by famous painters.

Soon, there were regular footsteps approaching him and then followed by the voice of Mr. Diman who greeted respectfully.

"That's the guy?" The strong female voice sounded. Bening immediately stood up and turned around about to approach.

"Just sit there." The woman said briefly to make Bening sit back in the chair earlier.

The lady is now sitting in front of him. Both are blocked by the table. It was so awkward because the employer saw him so clingy. He did not dare to speak.

"Are you sure you want to work here?" asked the woman while folding her hands in front of her chest. Bening nodded. "Rarely?" reworked.

"Related, Madam."

"You are young. How old? Seventeen years?" guess the girl again.

"Yes, Madam."

"Not the original Jakarta?" ask again.

"I am a native of Banjar, Madam, to Jakarta because I want to find a job."

"Why not apply to companies?"

"Oh, since you just graduated from school, there's no experience. It is doubtful."

Bening became worried, he was afraid that he would not be accepted as a servant in the house. Madam looked at Bening from top to bottom. Being nervous is not playing.

"Aren't you used to the housework before?" ask the woman again after a long silence.

"Already, Mistress. All the housework I can do."

"Taste you good?"

He seemed to think. "It won't disappoint the Madam's tongue." He chose to say with confidence. After all, a person's confidence becomes a special assessment in finding a job.

"Alright, prove it later. There's one thing you should know. I don't like long-handed maids the most."

"I won't disappoint Madam."

"Good." He looked at Bening again, then turned his eyes to Mr. Diman. "Where is this girl?"

"That, ma'am, was just about to stop for coffee."

"He can tell that I need a maid?" ask the full mistress. Mr. Diman is a wave. "You must have rubbed me" the woman continued, squinting her eyes.

"Eh, no Madam ..."

"It has. Because you brought the girl I liked, so I forgive you. All right, you can work here from tomorrow. Come back tomorrow and put your uniform on."

Staring at the woman was shining. "I'm welcome, Madam?"

"Yes, is it unclear?"

"No, thank you Madam, thank you." Reflexes, Clear merry back of the woman's hand then stick it on the forehead.

Mr. Diman so excited, the Madam herself just looked at Bening with an ordinary expression.

"You're so happy when you're just a maid" the madam muttered as she stood and walked away but then she turned around again. "What's your name?" tanyakanya.

"Beep, Madam."

"Related? What a good name. Don't disappoint me tomorrow!"

He stepped back, leaving Bening who immediately greeted Mr. Diman with an expression of immeasurable gratitude. Tomorrow he will work, tonight he will tell Nilam not to contract anymore. I don't know what his best friend responded with his first job as a maid. Bening did not mind, the important thing is that he works halal.