Finding Perfect Wife
Eps. 17 Fussy

Afsha could say nothing but follow the woman he thought was the maid in the mansion he was in at the moment.

“Why silence only ?” ask the woman because there is no response from her.

“Ah yes, madam.” replied Afsha without knowing what her name was.

“Safa did you forget my name ? I just remember your name.”

“Sorry I don't really remember Madam, and my name is Afsha.” Afsha replied explaining honestly.

“You are young but your memory is bad. Just call me sister Amla.” bright the woman re-introduced herself. “Night you introduced yourself your name is Safa.” still remembered the girl called the name Safa instead of Afsha.

“Maybe you just misheard.” Afsha. “Berati overnight Safa who took over this body and asked to work here as a waiter. Shit.” his inner self curses in the heart.

“You have breakfast before washing clothes Mr. Ammar.” said the waiter showed breakfast menu for the different waiters with breakfast menu for their hosts.

“Good Brother Amla.”

Afsha sat down after taking her breakfast and immediately ate with Amla's sister sitting next to her.

“Mr Ammar who, I don't know ? Absolutely unlucky without medication, another personality managed to take over me.” Afsha could only take a deep breath finding her fate that was now a servant.

“But in retrospect it is not bad to also be here because I can eat for free and also get a salary later rather than having to go home.” her inner self again to encourage herself.

Amla then took her to the laundry room. “This is the clothes of the master you should wash.”

Amla immediately left there and continued the other work while Afsha began to wash the clothes of the host.

“Why is her outfit all white?” Afsha put all the white clothes in the washing machine. “Who is he actually ?”

Just now he was putting all the white clothes in and was about to pour soap into the washing machine came the sound of rapid footsteps stopping right behind him.

“Do not pour that soap !” said a man immediately pulled the soap from Afsha's hand.

“Ah...” Afsha was surprised yesterday just back and more surprised to see the figure he saw. “You-you..” He clearly remembers the man in front of him was the man who got angry the other day as he chased the thief and accidentally bruised his arm.

“It's not laundry soap for my shirt.” dr. Ammar then explained that the soap was for the butler's shirt. “This is my soap.” take a different soap and certainly more expensive than the soap earlier.

“Ya, good sir.” Afsha received the soap and immediately poured it into the washing machine.

But it was unexpected that the man had not left there and was still watching him for some reason.

“You turned it too hard.” said dr. Ammar then changed the laundry mode to soft mode.

“Sorry sir, I don't know.” said Afsha although in his heart he actually cursed because while at home he never did the job and all his clothes were of course washed by servants at his house.

“So you can't.” said dr. Ammar again when Afsha had trouble removing clothes from the washing machine.

“Cerewet once this man.” the inner Afsha who can only nod while apologizing and quietly listen to all his master's long scolding.