Finding Perfect Wife
Eps. 41 Remain Known

Dr. and dr. Ammar stared at the door and heard the sound.

“Mother..” call dr. Ammar while hiding his damaged clothes from his mother.

“Hopefully Madame Fatima did not give punishment to me after knowing my mistake.” Inner Afsha swallowed her saliva with great difficulty also began to break out in cold sweat. Because he had heard stories from other servants if Madame Fatima was angry, the woman would not hesitate to give punishment and the type of scale also varies depending on the size of the mistake made.

Madam Fatima approached the two of them and looked at the two people alternately.

“What are you doing these nights in the room with my son ? Are you teasing him ?” the woman stared with her wide eyes glaring at Afsha.

“A-I didn't do anything with sir, madam. You misunderstand.” clearly Afsha wants to be nervous and sweat.

“Then why are you here Ammar ?” the woman turned to look at her son suspiciously and had a thought if she asked if there was an affair with Afsha.

dr. Ammar seemed to have thought and prepared an answer beforehand for his mother who would definitely ask him.

“I just scolded her mom because her job was not good. He ironed my clothes and everything was still tangled.” he explained without discussing the matter of his clothes being damaged because he did not want his mother to intervene or something unwanted then happened to Afsha.

“So, I deserve to hear your screams from room.”

“Why dr. Ammar didn't tell Mrs Fatima if I broke her shirt too?” inward Afsha felt strange because he was impressed by the man covering it but it made his position safe.

“Sorry, mom.” dr. Ammar held onto his broken shirt while passing it to the back so his mother wouldn't see it.

“You new waiter has been working here for 2 months why are there still many mistakes in working ? If so it is better to fire him find a new waiter.” his asking demands with a sharp tone.

Afsha was surprised to hear the decision of the great madam who of course could not be accepted. Want to eat and live where he is if he gets fired from here ?

“Mrs please don't fire me. I promise I won't make any more mistakes at work.” he said, pleading.

“Ammar what do you think you're going to wear this waitress or find a new waitress ?” the woman handed the real decision to her son.

“No need ma'am, I'll cut his salary for one week working it's enough.”

Afsha breathed a sigh of relief at least he wasn't fired even though his salary had to be cut back which was important to him that he wasn't kicked out of there.

“Yes already if so I go back first.” the woman walked out but accidentally saw something held by her son that seemed to be hidden from her, but he could still see the white cloth in the hand of dr. Ammar.

“What is this ?” without asking first Madam Fatimah took it from the hands of dr. Ammar who turned out to be his son's uniform and was more surprised when he saw the clothes were damaged, precisely burned with iron marks.

“What is your work too ?” madam Fatima opened the shirt wide, showing Afsha who just kept her head down, not daring to answer.

"It's so bad how can you see it?” dr. Ammar can't do anything else if his mother knows about it.

“Why silence ? Answer !” the woman snapped because Afsha did not say a word. “Jawab !” repeat it again with a higher tone even to the point of making the waiter next to Afsha's room shudder in horror to hear it.

“Sorry, mistress. I am willing to change or be punished for my mistakes.” finally Afsha admitted also his mistake that made the woman even more angry.

He calculated what Afsha's salary would be if he cut it again and it turned out to be minus.

“I'll just give you the punishment because your salary has been cut.” little grin that woman. “Cute me now.”

“Ba-good mistress.” Afsha, who did not know where to go, followed the woman.

dr. Ammar came out of the room and looked anxiously following the two of them and he could guess what punishment his mother would give him.