Helper Pervishes
Chapters 14. Like a Family
The next day, as usual at 7:30 Morgan will leave for his office. Mr. Danu had parked the car in the front yard waiting for his employer to get into the car.
“For the master,” greet sir Danu while standing next to the car door that is wide open.
“Again,” Morgan replied briefly. His eyes accidentally fell on a waiter who was watering plants.
“What does Utari do, she is awake?” his murmuring is in the heart.
“Pak Danu wait a minute,” Morgan walked towards the direction of the waiter.
“Utari is awake?” morgan asked arrived.
The waiter who was made to jump while melatah, “eh Utari woke up, I Utari was shocked.”
“I asked Utari is awake?” reset Morgan.
“That's anu, sir. Utari is awake,” replied the chatty waiter.
“He what?” ask Morgan again.
“So dawn Utari cleans the bathroom. Now he is with his baby is beside the host house,” replied the waiter.
“Aside?” without needing an answer Morgan also stepped to the side of the house.
From a distance, Utari was standing in the morning sun holding the little Miracle. Morgan hurried to meet them.
“From.”
Utari looked towards the direction of the voice. “Master? Departing for work early this morning?” ask Utari because usually Morgan will leave for his office at eight o'clock.
“It's normal to the office at this hour,” The answer is flat. “Can I carry her?” ask Morgan.
“Miracle has not yet taken a shower master, his body still smells asem and he is light-headed now,” Utari said.
“I didn't ask him if he had taken a shower yet. I just want to carry her,” Morgan forced usurp Miracle from Utari's embrace.
“Tu sir, it can't be like that. Miracle was not yet strong enough in such a sling,” Utari tried to hold back the back of Miracle's head that was taken for granted by Morgan.
“Like this?” morgan asked after Utari arranged for Miracle to lean against Morgan's chest.
“Yes, his spine is still not too strong to support the weight of his head. When in the carrying should be selelu holding the back of the head. Or you can lay his body on the chest of mister.” Utari again changed the position of Miracle facing toward the back of Morgan.
“Wah, he feels happy when he is with me. Look, he's so agile,” Morgan said.
“Master, no breakfast?”
Morgan shook his head. “Besides your mother, everyone in this house feels foreign. My appetite is gone,” Morgan replied.
Utari was silent, he did not want to discuss further the problems in the house because he had left the house long enough.
“But true too, this house feels very foreign now. I grew up and grew up in this house. Ma'am Eka and some of the servants who used to work here changed with new faces. Even my mother also became a stranger to me,” muttered Utari in her heart.
Morgan played and chatted with Miracle. The nimble baby kept jumping up and down his body. A wisp of sweat began to drip profusely down Morgan's forehead and neck.
“It is enough to play, sir sweats,” Utari said.
“Ya is enough, later in the afternoon uncle will go home early, so we can play longer,” Morgan told Miracle. “This,” Morgan handed Miracle into Utari's hands. “Good son don't be naughty yes, obedient to mama,” said Morgan again. He then smiled looking at Utari, “I leave first, take care of my child well,” said Morgan.
Utari could only stare at Morgan's increasingly distant back. The words that were already arranged in his mind could not be thrown out of his mouth.
“Your sunbathing time is enough, it is time to take a shower,” Utari said as she walked to her room.
Meanwhile, from behind the glass, a pair of eyes were observing Utari and Morgan. His eyes were blocked with teeth.
“When he was married, he never once said goodbye like that to me. He even looked at the maid with affection! A look he never gave me!” selvie Gumam.
“Wiwi?” shouted Selvie later. “Wiwi, where are you? Are you deaf now?” he screamed again with emotion.
“Father, from earlier I was behind nyonyah,” said Wiwi Selvie's trust servant. He realized the master was being ignited by emotions due to the scene he had just seen. Wiwi also tried to stir Selvie's feelings.
“Dad, the waiter must indeed be taught a lesson. Because master is kind, he even crunched. Just because he had a baby he became a big head,” Wiwi said.
“A haram baby whose unclear origin is what makes his big head? Cih,” Selvie hissing with a smile.
“But the master really liked the baby, yesterday afternoon the master spent two hours in their room. He played and laughed happily with the baby,” Wiwi explained.
Selvie clenched her fingers. “Basic of cheap women,” his swearing.
“Ms should do something,” Selvie said.
“What can I do? You heard Morgan's speech. He will drive us out if the woman leaves here,” Selvie said.
“I mean, sir really likes little kids. Why didn't the madam try to get it for mister?”
“You mean I took that bastard baby? No, that's not the solution! I even got shit!” reject Selvie.
“Father, of course the mistress must get a child from the womb of the mistress herself. Son of master and nyonyah of course,” said Wiwi.
Selvie glared at Wiwi. “You know that guy never glanced at me? He doesn't even want to sleep near me? How can I conceive her child?” ask Wiwi.
“Daddy,” Wiwi smiled cunningly at the idea that seeped in his mind. He then took a few steps closer to Selvie and whispered. “Many stimulant drugs on sale freely. When the master came home drunk, that was the chance of the mistress.”
Selvie's eyes sparkled brightly over what Wiwi said. Why hasn't he done that idea in the past? maybe he and Morgan are already a real family today.
“Bring the medicine to me, your salary this month I double,” Selvie said.
“Good Nyah, as soon as I prepare,” said Wiwi jubilant.
“Oh yes Wi, all homework will be done by the cheap lady. You can all take a day off. Say it nyonyah command,” Selvie said.
“Good Nyah, command is ready to be executed.” said Wiwi excitedly.
For several years Wiwi became Selvie's confidant, he knew what kind of perspective his employer was. Being a sycophant is fine for a monthly salary bonus. He continues to collect his money coffers just from licking, the result can be many times more than the base salary.
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