CHARM OF THE MAID
Episode 3

It had been two days since Kania gave Anjani's phone number to Ken. Anjani who was busy sweeping the floor of the living room was shocked by Ken's arrival who told him to clean Ken's room.

All this time, Ken was anti if his room was entered by anyone. In cleaning it, Kenan always cleans it himself without involving anyone. Even Nawal, whose incident is the mother, is not allowed to enter without his permission.

"Nja, can you please clean my room? I was busy doing my job. Besides, someone wants me to take'in to you. Can you?", Anjani also took orders from Kenan. Even during this time, in the language, Ken always uses the word Lo-Gue. It's not you-I am like this.

"Hey" said Kenan, flicking his right hand in front of Anjani's face, looking at him fixedly.

"I-iya. I help. Se-se now?" ask Anjani kaku. Kenan smiled and nodded.

"Finish this job of yours. I'm not in a hurry" said Kenan who smiled sweetly in front of Kenan. Anjani? Don't ask anymore. He gaped in amazement as the usually flat and indifferent Ken, was currently smiling sweetly at him.

"I-ii yes mas, just a moment later", said Anjani. Kenan who saw the nervousness of Anjani was somehow Ken who was usually indifferent, suddenly felt anxious himself.

Not far from them, bi Tarsih Anjani's mother watched their interaction and shook her head slowly in disbelief.

After Kenan passed and was heard to have closed the door of the room, Bu Tarsih walked over to Anjani who finished his work.

"Nja, you were told Ken to clean the room?".

"Mother hear?", Not the answer that can be bi tarsih, but a question back from the princess he always loved. The only remaining bi Tarsih family, is Anjani, his daughter.

"Yes". Saying bi Tarsih slowly. "Nja? Please take care of your heart, son. Mom loves you very much. Don't keep your feelings on Kenan. That's not good, son. We and Ken's family are very different. You should know yourself before the heartache later on". Tarsih's teary mouth and his outstretched hand rubbed the tip of his daughter's head gently covered in thick, jet-black hair.

Anjani is unable to say anything but nod and smile, but it is clear that she is forced to smile. Her heart was so painful when her own mother asked her to suppress her feelings for Kenan, the man of her heart.

after the floor was clean, Bi Tarsih passed. "Quick clean the Kenan mas room, nja. You will be called again later".

"Yes Ma'am", answered Anjani who looked at her mother's passing back from before her. Anjani's eyes glazed over and tears just fell out of her eyes. Anjani wiped her tears, scooped up as much oxygen and exhaled slowly to neutralize her feelings.

Anjani climbed the stairs one by one. For some reason, his legs suddenly limp. His feelings were suddenly fragile, like he was about to go to war with logic.

If love is a mistake, then why should there be love between married couples? If love is not appropriate between men and women who are not equal, then why does God make a difference? If love is not supposed to be owned by a poor person like him, then what is the purpose of God putting it into poverty? Does he deserve to love and be loved?

All the questions swirled around and danced beautifully on Anjani's head. Don't fight, even starting Anjani hasn't done it. Even now, the mother has given him a hard code so that he stops the feelings he has.

Without feeling, Anjani has arrived upstairs, right in front of Kenan's room door. With a raging feeling, Anjani knocks slowly on the door. Soon Kenan opened the door and opened the door wide with a smile.

"Let's go in", replied Kenan who was followed by Anjani behind him. "Not many are cleared, only this area needs to be cleaned. I was busy doing chores so I couldn't clean my desk" Kenan said, pointing to a table and sofa in the corner of the room next to the bathroom.

"Don't be too polite, just relax. I'm so how about it. oh yeah, I fell back on the bed, while you clean the table. All in on the task" said Ken again gently. For some reason, Anjani suddenly mastered the euphoria in his heart because he heard the softness of Ken who had been cleaning indifferent and cold. Even the two are not close to each other.

"I-ii yes mas", Ken immediately grabbed both of Anjani's shoulders to make Anjani jerk in shock and immediately looked up, his eyes blinds accidentally rubbed with Kenan's sharp net.

"Well, when it's over, don't come out right away, will I give you something?".

"Huh?!?" said Anjani unconsciously because he slightly lost control of himself. Even Anjani forgot the words of the mother a few minutes ago while downstairs earlier.

"You're funny" Kenan replied as he slowly ruffled the tip of Anjani's head, "If you're done don't go out first. Pamit first to me, okay?", said Ken again repeating the sentence earlier.

'It turns out, Anjani is a plain girl. If it's true, isn't it delicious?' ken's mind is filled with his wild thoughts.

"I injeh mas", I",. Ken immediately closed the door but not completely closed, only partially open.

Anjani immediately did his job with a smile that never faded, the spirit that had been lost, now suddenly reappeared with such a mass.

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"Nja, this is for you", Ken offered a new phone to Anjani. "Your old phone is simple. I have the same number as Kania. If papa's number is the same Mama, you ask yourself ntar".

"J-ja don't mas, Ndak. My old phone can still be used". Anjani refuses the subtle gift of Kenan. He was just a little afraid of Kenan's sudden change being kind to him. It's nothing, Anjani is just afraid of getting unable to control her feelings.

"I don't accept rejection, nja. Anyway, let me easily call you" said Kenan by throwing a sharp gaze.

"But I dare not. I feel. I don't deserve it".

"Once again you refuse, I kiss you here", Anjani glared for a moment while staring at the cellphone box that looks new, Anjani who was nervous and afraid of Kenan's threat immediately received the phone in slow motion.

After Anjani receives his phone, Ken immediately pulls Anjani's arm and invites her to sit on the sofa, Anjani freezes while staring at Ken's hand on his arm. Her feelings suddenly flowered.

"Let's sit here, let me teach you how to wear it".

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