Finding Perfect Wife
Eps. 91 Mrs Fatima's Plan

Madam Fatima raised her head after looking down for a long time and looked at Afsha.

“How do people think later, my son-in-law turned out to be a waiter ?” her inner self still could not accept the status of the woman introduced by her son.

Afsha just kept silent to see the strange gaze of Madame Fatima who repeatedly looked at her from the tip of the foot to the tip of the head.

“What's wrong with my appearance ?” inner Afsha again clumsy stared at in such a way.

“Just relax, I won't do anything to you.” said dr. Ammar lirih saw Afsha's bumbling face.

Afsha just nodded in response.

Madame Fatima noticed the two of them, “It seems like Ammar does like her. Actually I don't care who the woman is but it turns out to be a waiter. Duh, how is this ?”

Because it turned out that Madame Fatma had known Afsha before, then the three of them then chatted lightly.

“Yes, you guys chat first for a while I want to go back.” said Mrs Fatima 2 hours later.

The woman went from there to the back room. During a conversation with Afsha and dr. Ammar, he pointed out that he actually disagreed because of Afsha's status.

Inside the house he met with Cala's brother who was cleaning the living room at the time.

“Cala come here for a minute.” call him.

The maid leaned the broom she was holding against the wall then docked to the big madam.

“Sorry madam, is there anything ?”ask Cala directly because she memorized working in for 10 more years and surely the woman will tell her to do something.

“Sit down first.”

Cala then sat on the chair and hoped she would not get in trouble.

“I don't want to scold you but ask for help from you.” said Mrs Fatima saw the frightened look of her servant.

“Yes, what mistress can I help you with?” replied the waiter breathed a sigh of relief because he had previously thought he would get punished or angry.

“Come a minute. Look... bla-bla.” said the woman at length.

Cala-manggut brother just heard it.

“Yes you can go now and continue your work.”

“Good, mistress.” Cala then took back her broom and swept the floor.

In the living room, Afsha is chatting with dr. Ammar.

“I'll just go home. Quickly take me home after this.” said Afsha briefly.

He felt uncomfortable and uncomfortable being there because repeatedly Mrs Fatima discussed her status.

At the back of the house were gathered four maids who rested for a moment after doing their daily work.

They were sitting on the floor and leaning against the wall and were having a lively chat, discussing Afsha.

“I really still can't believe if fiancee dr. Ammar is Afsha, a former waiter in this house.” chirps of Brother Fajar looks not like it with the good news.

It turns out that not only the woman who does not like the relationship of Afhsa with dr. Ammar.

“I also feel I do not accept a dr. Dear Ammar will be married to a lowly service like Afhsa.” said Brother Olive.

“Even with the next-door neighbor still mengindian him from Afsha.” kak Fajar also chimed.

Next door neighbor of a girl who also has a heart on dr. Ammar. She worked as a teacher in high school, but dr. Ammar doesn't like it.

The four of them were still talking about Afsha.

Dr. and dr. Ammar then said goodbye to his mother. But before going home he wanted to go to the toilet because most drank water when he was nervous earlier.

It was clear that he used to come here as a servant and now comes here as a fiancee dr. Ammar. Moreover, Mrs Fatima is seen often cornered Afsha.

“Wait a minute. I'm going to the toilet.” he said outside the house.

“Ya, okay. Go and hurry back I will wait for you here.” replied dr. Ammar then chose to sit in the car.

Afsha then ran back into the house through another door leading to the toilet.

“Lega feels.” murmured after coming out of the toilet.

On his return he met four servants.

“Afsha.” call the four of them in unison.

“Kakak all, what's up.”

Afhsa then approached the four of them and hugged them one by one.

“For a long time I missed you even though I was home but still remembered when I was here.” said Afsha with a big smile.

“Yes, we also miss you.” said brother Amla bending her face and smiling falsely behind Afsha's back.

“Afsha, what do you do after you get out of here ? Is helping your parents in the rice fields ?” ask Cala.

“No brother, I work in the office. Small office I mean.” answer does not want to be arrogant or show off.

But the three maids who were there just nodded and smiled disdainfully.