GITA AND MAR
016. Mr. Harris Who's R Two

Gita has always fantasized about the ability to transfer knowledge to others in a short time. Imagined if he could memorize the lesson just by putting the material book in the head. Gita also fantasizes can transfer the ability to work on Monic which is always said to be super slow in the office. And all that delusion he needed when he stepped foot into Harris' house through the side door. Gita lamented why the original Mar did not leave the slightest skill that he had as a housekeeper and nanny to Harris' daughter.

Actually he wanted to hear all of Harris's conversations, but Agung repeatedly pointed at the door and shook his hands in his ears. A signal that he should not hear their employer's conversation. Mar sneered and entered the house.

Entering the house like a thief. Slightly settles and his head wobbles like looking for something. The side door turned out to bring him to a warehouse or a kind of multipurpose room that is connected to the kitchen.

Mar pecked in the middle of a clean and bright kitchen like a newly graduated Harpic challenge. He tried to memorize the location of the object and immediately twisted the body when his name was called.

“K-you who?” Mar was thinking about the figure that emerged from the dim middle of space. “It turns out Mar started to get myopic. Ordinary to squirm from this distance I can still,” murmured.

“Who are you?” repeat the woman who greeted Mar in the middle doorway. “You can tell, Mar. But if you pretend you do not know his name already late.” The woman's figure was almost similar to her. Not tall and not slim.

Buset ... This is the Harris guy looking for a housekeeper what conditions can not be high? Why are Mar and this one specs about the same? Same mini.

“For so long you came back here. He said it a minute. Why long? This time Minah or Samsul relapse? I told you already. That mother and son were poisoned. Too good, anyway, you.”

Between shock and gasp Mar had not yet moved from his place. He chose the words he would say to people who seemed to know Mar well. “Maybe soon I will poison.” Mar replied in a familiar tone. His opponent was silent.

“You sure you want to poison Samsul? Before you poison the grass, pray for a long time. There to the room. Chika has been watching you since. Before finding out he mending you clean first continue to clean clothes in the room. I took it from the clothesline. The rest of your turn is done.”

What is this woman's name? Salah could-could-call him macem to Harris and Mar could be fired on suspicion. I don't know him.

“You go to the room first. I'm nulai. Want to meet Chika first because I promised.” Mar shrugged then walked casually pulling the shelf under the sink. Just a small guess that the shelf was a regular place to store freshly washed cutlery.

Mar took the glass and went towards the high dispenser next to the refrigerator. Hearing the name Chika called, her throat suddenly dried up. I think he'll see Harris more often.

“Yes I went to my room first. I want to call my girlfriend. He's lashing because I canceled all the appointments today. There are a lot of wedding invitations. Kayak kompakan want to spend my fortune.”

Yes .. yes, go there. I want to know where the room is. Uh ... wait. I peed kebelet.

“If I take a shower before I meet Chika sometime no, anyway? Or do I use the bathroom in her room?” Mar awaits the reaction of the woman in front of him.

“Yes up to you if you dare to shower in Chika's room. Who knows you might steal from the guest bathroom. If I, anyway, haven't been bosen. That if Mr. Harris's will I would be honest if the shape of the WC bathroom staff is too high. WC squat, tall anyway. Similar pulpit. Every hangout feels like preaching.”

Mar almost sprayed water from his mouth. He closed his mouth. The woman in front of him was truly extraordinary. Just met not for ten minutes but the talk was a lot.

“I to Chika's room now.” Mar had to end his chat at that time. I want to know what kind of girl he is going to face. Mar walked straight across the dining room which had dim lights. The step is only to guess where the location of the room of the girl he will take care of. His pretentious style came to a halt as his co-workers shouted back from behind.

“Chika's room next to Mr. Harris's, Mar's! In lanrai two! Why are you moving forward?”

Mar is turning. “Whispering really, anyway! I was going to look for Agung. So cancel, deh.” He turned his face quickly and headed up the stairs and climbed it while humming. According to him, a Mar looks relaxed at the house where he worked for many years.

The house is big too. What does Harris do? The time of this rich man can widen nearly two years? Men who are not rich have a marriage at least twice. Which room is it? Children's room seems more suitable to be placed the most corner? Let's take a look.

Mar kept walking through the two rooms and decided to knock him first. Mar started knocking.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

Mar's waiting, but no word. Mar then knocked back three times. Still no legalities. He turned the handle and turned his head inside.

Either it's another bad luck, or it's good luck. Mar's head turned to visit as Harris came out with a towel wrapped around his hip.

“Sorry, Sir! Sorry are! I've knocked on the door but no.” Mar backed off and immediately slammed the door.

“You should stay outside until I answer, Mar! Tumben so much you!" Harris shouted from within.

“Sorry for being careless*!” Mar replied with a similarly tall voice. Of course with his squeaking voice. “I was going to ask you about Chika.”

(*Sorry for being careless: Sorry for being careless)

“You can use an extension phone in Chika's room. Chika's room next to mine. I must have stopped by there before he went to bed.” It turns out that Harris is still upset with Mar who suddenly appears to see him half-spoken.

Mar let out an excuse that just flashed through his head. He still stood patting his chest softly as he was shocked by the scene he had just seen.

Behind those serious office clothes was a flat stomach and arms full of veins. Her boyfriend just got home and Harris went straight to the bathroom?

All the info Mar needs to meet Chika has been obtained. Mar immediately went to knock on the room located next to Harris's room and was also not disowned. Mar turned the door handle and looked slowly inside.

“Chika?”

And then the Gita in Mar's body saw the most moving sight she had ever seen. A sleeping girl hugging a photo.

“Chika?” call Mar gently. He approached the four-year-old girl's bed and squatted nearby. Take a picture frame that is still in Chika's arms and look at the photo for a while.

*This is Harris' wife? Well-favoured. But not as pretty as me. It's not that I'm narcissistic or praising myself. But Harris's wife is not as pretty as I am. *

Mar put a picture frame on the nightstand. “Sleep is so good.” Mar fixes Chika's blanket and rubs her head gently for a few moments. Until this time he who did not hear Harris entered the room and stood upright watching him.

“Chika was asleep from two hours ago. Since the afternoon, ask Mbak Mar. You just came? Looking at your brother again?”

“My brother? What a pretty gita?" The question made Mar immediately stand with round eyes. “Father want to see my brother again?”

“I want to chat but outside,” said Harris, glancing at his sound asleep daughter.

Mar remembered what happened a moment ago. The behavior of course can make the real Mar lost his job. Mar put his hands together in front of his stomach and looked back down respectfully like a royal servant. “Good, Sir. I will follow out after checking Chika.” Harris nodded while grimacing faintly.

In order to show her seriousness at work, Mar returns to tidying up Chika's blanket and making a sleeping light suit. Mar then sees Harris coming out of his daughter's room.

Slightly in a rush as Harris curiously called out to him, Mar quickly came out. Harris stood with two hands in her pants pocket. After seeing a handsome Harris in a shirt, it turns out the t-shirt instead makes Harris look younger.

“Mar ...,” call Harris.

Mar could have sworn that the hair on his hand stood up when Harris called. He was immediately impressed with his favorite forty-year-old actor.

“Ya, Sir?” Mar spoke to Harris very gently.

“Mar .. since when can you speak English?” Harris blinked with his chin slightly raised waiting for Mar to answer.

To be continued