
Chapter 3
Azizah seemed confused by the words of the hostess..
" Is Grandma Meliana Pratiwi here.." Azizah..
Kost's mother passed after meeting Azizah.. Then the hostess seemed to contact someone..
Azizah laid her slightly tired body on the small bed.. Her stomach feels hungry.. Then he opened his bag.. There is still the rest of the sandwich given by Rendi.. Rendi told her to put her in the bag..
Azizah took her back.. There are 1 pack of instant noodles that he prepared for dinner today but because there is a sandwich.. Azizah also keeps her instant noodles for later tonight..
Azizah is ready to go to work..
Suddenly there was a door that knocked..
" Ashloraikum...! "
" Salaam Wa'alaykum..!" Azizah said while opening the door..
" Mr. Darso..???" Shouted Azizah in disbelief..
" Yes Mba.. Lady Meliana told me to soften Mba Azizah...!" Said Mr. Darso...
" Picked Me up... Where is sir..??" Azizah asked confused...
" Fetching Mba Azizah.. To stay in his house.."
" HaaHhh..!! Now sir..???"
" Yes Mba..."
" I have to work..!! "
" Mba Azizah from now on works on mistress Meliana huh.. Become her personal assistant..!"
" Lho sir.. I still work as a cashier.. I haven't resigned..!"
" Mba Azizah does not need to work as a cashier anymore.. Madam Meliana had been waiting for the mini market manager and asked Mba Azizah to be transferred to work for Ms. Meliana..!" Said Mr. Darso...
" Why can you..??? "
" Nobody can't mba. if mrs Meliana has intervened..!"
Azizah seemed to be frowning.. "Who is Meliana Pratiwi's grandmother..??"
Say it in the heart..
" Yes is mba.. Please help me..!" Said Mr. Darso resuscitated the daydream of Azizah..
" No need sir.. Let me be alone.. My stuff is not much.. Just wait in front..!"
Mr. Darso seemed to nod.. Then sit on the terrace of the cost.. Then I saw him talking to the hostess..
Azizah immediately packed her clothes and belongings.. Also books books of college materials that accumulate..
When finished Azizah immediately met Mr. Darso..
" Has mba..?? Let me help you get to the car..!" Said Mr. Darso when he saw Azizah approaching him..
Mr. Darso saw the thermos and magicom and mini fan that azizah kemasi..
" Sorry mba.. This item does not need to be brought.. Madam Meliana only told me to bring clothes and important items..!"
" But sir.. Kan darling.. I bought it with my salary, sir..!"
" Yes mba.. But there's no need to use that stuff..!"
" Yes, it's just for me..! " Say the hostess who saw their debate..
Azizah looked at her stuff.. But finally Azizah gave up her goods for the hostess...
Mr. Darso is smiling.. Can he be angry with Grandma Meliana if Azizah kekeh want to bring the goods..
Azizah said goodbye to the hostess and then brought her clothes and books and passed with Mr. Darso..
On the way to Meliana's house.. Azizah's mind was covered in question marks..
" Mba Azizah, just keep quiet..? Would you be happy to join Mrs Meliana..?" Ask Mr. Darso..
" Do not confuse mba.. Meliana is a good person.. He is an important man.. It's just lonely.. He has a son who is married but divorced and lives abroad.Have 1 son who is now 25 years old.. His name is Mr. Devan Grandson One of his Madame Meliana.."
" Sir Devan is a young businessman.. But rarely talk a bit haughty and arrogant.His girlfriend is a model.but like her mistress Meliana does not agree..!" Continue mr. Darso..
Azizah only mangosteen mangosteen heard the story of Mr. Darso..
" Why can you see my manager, sir..??" Tanya Azizah arrived..
" So this morning my lady and I went to her boarding house mba Azizah.. But Azizah has already left for college.. See you mother kost.. Tanya dech her workplace mba Azizah.. Abis the madam asked to be taken there..!"
" Trus..??" Ask Azizah..
" It turns out that the mini market where mba works is a branch mini market owned by Mr. DeVan.. Yes Already.. Just talk to the manager..!"
" What did my manager Trus say, sir..?" Tanya Azizah was curious..
" I don't know about it..!" Answer mr. Darso..
" That's why Grandma was in the mosque sir..?"
" Oh that.. Once a month Mrs Meliana likes to give some of her income to the mosque or orphanage mba.. Yesterday happened to meet mba Azizah.. Though the madam often met the manager of the mosque there you know..! " Said Mr. Darso..
Not Long.. Mr. Darso entered the Elite home area... Then stop at a large house with a towering fence..
Mr. Darso has his car.. Then saw the security guard who opened the gate..
Mr. Darso immediately entered the car and parked it in the garage..
After that we saw the security guard who closed the gate again..
" Come mba.. Madam is waiting inside..!" Said mr. Darso..
Azizah immediately got out of the car... Then Mr. Darso invited Azizah into the house...
Azizah seemed amazed when she entered the house.. A new age this time he entered the house which according to Azizah was like a palace..
Inside already saw Grandma Meliana who greeted him with a smile..
" Amazoan Granny.." Said Azizah who then kissed the back of Grandma's hand..
" Wa'alaykum Salam's.. Come sit Here..!" Answer grandma..
Mr. Darso was seen passing after meeting Azizah with Grandma..
Azizah seemed hesitant to approach grandma...
" Sit Here Azizah.. Near grandma..!" Said Grandma who then took Azizah to want to sit on the Sofa side by side..
Azizah also obeyed him... Before long, a middle-aged waitress came to bring her a drink and put her on the table..
" Oh yes, bik Sari.. This is Azizah..!" Say Grandma to bik Sari.. Azizah and Bik Sari were seen shaking hands..
" Azizah.bik Sari this petrified work in the kitchen.. This Azizah will be replacing Wasi as my personal assistant..!"
Hearing Grandma's words, azizah and Bik Sari smiled at each other...
After that.. Bik Sari looks back..
Grandma seemed to be talking to Azizah.. Then Grandma took Azizah around the room and told one by one the place and function of the room in Grandma's house..
It turns out that in addition to bik Sari who served in the kitchen, there is also mba Neni who was in charge of washing and ironing.. Pak Yanto as Satpam. pak Dadang served as a gardener and clean clean..
The whole room is CCTV installed so whatever they do will be visible...
Then Grandma took Azizah to a room...
" This is your room..!" Say Grandma...
Azizah looked agape at the sight of the room...
" Grandma.. Is this not too fancy for me to occupy..?" Ask Azizah..
" No Azizah.. All the rooms here are the same size.. Except the maid's room...smaller..!"
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