Marry The Heir
Mental stress

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The monophonic badinerie ringtone on my phone kept ringing, giving without that there was a call coming in while I was still busy preparing clothes for the young master he was going to wear tomorrow.

I peeked a little at my phone and it turned out that the name of the young lady was on there.

“Halo, good evening miss, can I help you?” as soon as I'm as friendly as possible.

“Mba, where are you?” the young lady's voice sounded heavy and weak.

“Oh, I'm still at the young master's house, miss. Does non fira need anything?”

“I'm in front.” Acutely.

"Ahead?" I immediately approached the upper balcony and saw a girl in the shade under a tree near the security guard post. I don't know why he did not dare to enter when it was raining heavily.

“Wait a minute miss, I'm down now.”

Regardless of what kind of strange relationship the master and young lady had, I decided not to let the young girl stand alone under the rain. Certainly not without reason he stayed there and gathered his courage to meet me in this house .

I got down and looked for an umbrella.

When I opened the door, it was raining pretty hard. I grabbed my jacket which I would use to wrap non Shafira's body. I ran as fast as I could to meet non Shafira.

“Mba where to go?” asked Wahyu when he saw me who suddenly ran and opened the gate.

“Fetch non fira pack.” My voice without regard to the next sentence spoken by Mr. Revelation.

I immediately approached young lady. “Non fira, jeez.” I immediately covered non Shafira and attached my coat to her body.

He looks shivering with all his body wet. His face was very pale, making me feel sorry.

“Why gag direct login non?”  many reflexes.

Non Shafira did not answer and after a few steps I realized the impudence of my question.

“We enter briefly, non fira can dry, after which we go home to the main house.”

I tried to clarify my previous sentence. Sometimes it's so hard to control speech that I regret saying it myself.

I put non Shafira in the dining table chair. His gaze was still empty with his entire body wet. If I don't see it wrong, my eyes look a little red. My guess is, maybe, he had another fight with the big master.

And, I can only pity him.

“What non fira has eaten?” I was worried about his condition that looked weak even just to shake his head. “What non fira want to eat?” again, he just shook his head.

Once he bowed without speaking a single word.

I decided to make him a warm drink. Maybe wedang ginger is suitable to expel the cold in his body. I'm really worried that non Shafira is sick.

“Please on drink miss, so as not to catch a cold.” I thrust a cup of ginger wedang forward non Shafira.

“Thank you,” drift slowly.

I just nodded and kept watching.

“Nona, I stay a while to the top. Miss can wait?”

“Hem, go.” He took the cup I gave him and took a sip of the fragrance of the drink currently in his hand and sipped it slowly.

I went for a while to prepare the clothes that the young master will be wearing tomorrow. I still haven't prepared the tie, the watch and the shoes haven't been polished yet. I'm sure today the young master's shoes were wet from the rain, so a new shoe must be prepared.

Finished with everything, I immediately went down because in half an hour the young master came home. I must immediately take the young lady home so that nothing unwanted happens.

A small run down the stairs and my steps came to a halt when I suddenly saw the young master already standing in the living room with a sharp look on the young lady who looked fixated with his surprised face.

Just this time, I saw the dislike gaze of the young master on non Shafira. Although non Shafira tried to smile but did not manage to change the face of the young master for the better.

“Goodnight young master, you've come home.” I tried to make small talk.

He approached her and grabbed the handbag she was holding.

“Who allowed you to bring strangers in?” his tan took his eyes off non Shafira and turned to look at me in annoyance.

“O-foreigners? He's non,”

“I came home mba there. Thank you wedang ghenyya.” Non Shafira paused my sentence first. It seems he chose to dodge so that my position is fine.

I just gaped at my place while taking the newly released suit and being thrust by the young master to me.

“Nona, I interracial,”

“I'm not a child.” Again, non Shafira broke my sentence.

I turned to the young master who was taking off one by one the buttons of his shirt sleeve and rolled his hands up to the elbow.

“Don't scold her, I visited her instead she asked me to come.” It seems like the sentence was addressed by the young lady to her brother.

The young master did not respond in the slightest. He chose to sit in the dining chair and ignored the departure of his sister. I could only smile as non Shafira turned to look at me with an expression that could not be explained.

"Sir, your sister and she's sad. Can't you just soften up a little?" My brain is talking and my heart is grimacing when I hear my own words. But it seems that this is indeed not something that young master needs to care about.

“Make me a warm drink.” The young master delivered that sentence to me.

I am like a fool whose confusion determines the attitude to respond to the attitude of the people before me.

Looking at me who was just fixated, the young master started looking at me sharply.

“Are you deaf?” he leaned closer and bent his head so close to my ears.

Maybe he wanted to whisper but the first breath I felt and made me shudder.

“Ti-no sir.” I immediately walked away and ran small towards the kitchen.

Sorry lady, I didn't drive you. I spoke in my own heart, timidly looking down avoiding the sharp gaze of the young master.

I still don't think out, they're brothers and sisters but more terrifying than the enemy. Like me and Damar. No, they're worse than that.

“Bring the drink up after that prepare hot water for me to shower.” The commandment sentence was back I heard.

“Ba-good sir.”

Look, I'm starting to stutter out of nervousness.

“Ish!” I snorted softly as I shook my own head, annoyed at my stupid self. I hate situations that make me feel wrong.

One cup of ginger wedang I have made, I add milk in a small cup next to the ginger wedang. It was possible that the young master would add it.

Walking slowly up the stairs and I saw the door of the reading room open. As I was about to knock on the door, I still took the time to peek out from the crack of the door to find out what the young master was up to.

He is seen loosening his tie, removing it and throwing it carelessly. Before long he took off one by one the buttons of his shirt and,

I turned. I don't want to see anything that makes my sleep not good especially until strange dreams.

“Heh, what are you doing there?!”

I closed my eyes tightly while holding my breath, I'm sure the screams were for me.

“I-iya sir, I came to drop off a warm drink.” My voice is raucous.

This is how if you are afraid, the sound is also difficult to get out.

“Log in!” her word.

I turned around and slowly opened my eyes. My breath gushed in relief as I saw the young master still wearing his plain T-shirt.

God, I'm going crazy.

Putting his drink in the usual place then nodded before going out and going to prepare bath water for the young master.

After the door closed, I immediately ran down. Prepare the bath water in the bathroom below. Set the right temperature, giving it a therapeutic aroma and liquid soap until the heat comes out. I also prepared towels and bath pajamas.

“DISA!!”

“YA ME!!” I answered the yelling reflex.

“Plak!” I slapped my own lips that were starting to sassy. God, how is this, my response is getting out of control.

“Where is the bathwater?” shouted the young master.

I immediately ran over to the young master above. Two steps even I step at once to get there faster.

“I have prepared mr.” I was still gasping, tired of running around in this house.

“Mana?” still staring at me sharply.

“In the bathroom under the master.”

“You think my bathroom is where, huh?”

He opened the door of his room pointing to his bathroom door.

God, you're stupid Disa. I began to curse myself who was unresponsive to his orders. Why is my fate so bad today?

“Ta-but,”

“Prepared!” before I continue my sentence.

But you'll forbid me from entering your room, sir. That's what I want to say. Can only murmur in the heart.

“Good, sir.” Yes, I nodded and just obeyed.

I walked into the closet, picked up a new towel and pajamas.

“Excuse me sir, “ I said as I returned past the young master who was still standing at the mouth of the door.

He just turned his head while crossing his arms in front of his chest, exactly the upperclassman who was expecting his careless little sister.

I returned to prepare the bath for her. Give him soap, aroma therapy and regulate temperature. After this, I had to shower because I was too sweaty.

I rubbed my sweat rough, I'll take a bath in the main house later.

“Please sir, the water is ready.”

He walked towards the bathroom, approaching me who was still staring at the bathroom door.

“Clean his room.” Declared again.

“Now sir?”

“You think I can sleep with a messy room like this?!” the cynicism in my ears.

Hah, why does he like to speak so strongly in my ears?

I'm goosebumps sir, please keep your distance. Your words are like the roar of the waves filling my head and making my mind slow down.

And again, every night you sleep here, how could you still feel uneasy?!

My screaming brain and my clenching hands are upset. Though he just enough to say “Ya!” that's enough, I understand.

“Good sir.” Again I can only obey.

He started to go into the bathroom and I was still staring around the messy room.

He deserves to be emotional, his room is a mess. Every night his sleep was not good

Never mind Disa, do not comment on the behavior of others. Just do your job, remember not to get personally involved with them.

I remind myself.

I began to tidy up this spacious room. Probably three times the room space in Aunt Meri's house. King size bed, a sofa set. A very large television attached to the wall, a closet where clothes and another closet filled with miniature aircraft and other decorations. There was also a small table near the glass that was quite large and reflected my entire shadow.

It seemed like the young master had a hobby of collecting these small but expensive objects. Or maybe he wanted to be a pilot.

I started picking up one by one the scattered clothes and collecting them in the basket. The floor I sweep even though people say pamali nyapu night-night. But more pamali again if gag obedient young master's orders.

Mopping it up is the last step before I ask if it is okay to spray the room fragrance or not.

The bathroom door sounded a slow creak which meant the young master had already finished bathing. The smell of soap and the aroma of therapy is so striking, making the entire room fragrant. Looks like I don't need to spray the room with fragrance as long as the young master takes a bath often.

I took a slow sip of the fragrance, very much different from the smell of my body smelling sour sweat.

I raised my head that had been bowed and accidentally saw the reflection of the shadow of the young master who only used a towel that was coiled around his waist.

Oh, my God, didn't I just get her pajamas ready? Did I forget?

Immediately I turned my face away from the reflection of the cupboard glass. I don't want my dreams to be weird anymore.

“I don't like to sleep in pajamas, you think I'm a kid?!” the young master's sentence seemed to be the reason he wasn't wearing the pajamas I prepared.

“Good sir. In return, what should I prepare?” I'm talking still behind her because I'm sure she's not done getting dressed.

“Loose boxer pants and t-shirt oblong.” Answer with laziness.

“Good sir, will I remember.”

“Then,”

I held my breath when I heard that word, it seemed like there was an addition.

“Don't go back to the main house, before you prepare the bath water for me. Every day my assistant or I will tell you what time I will be home. When I get home, make sure the bath water is ready and dinner is still warm.”

“Morning, you should wake me up at 6 for exercise because your food makes my body muscles start to flaccid.”

I heard it as a confession that my cooking is good to make it fat, I smiled to myself.

“Even in the morning you have to prepare bath water, clothes placed on the bed that you have

neatens. Continue work after I finish breakfast and leave for the office. Just came back in the afternoon to prepare dinner. In addition, starting tomorrow, you send me lunch to the office. Exactly 12 hours can not be late.”

My ears buzzed at the request of the young master which was more than the request of Mr. Kinar. What is the difference with a day stay in this house and in the main house just to sleep.

“Pahm?!”

The ultimate question made my heart almost fall out.

“Good sir, I understand.”

“You can go home. Bring that thing out.”

I followed the direction of pointing his hand. It turns out on an electric kettle. Maybe this is what he uses to cook noodles. Oh, never mind, I don't want to ask again.

“Good sir.” I immediately took the laundry basket, broom, kemoceng and mop plus the electric kettle. Very troublesome indeed but this is better so that I do not go back and forth into the lion's den.

“Good night, happy rest young master.”

Ceklek, I closed the door.

Hah, I heaved a sigh of relief behind the door of the young master's room. My work is finally done. Too much mental pressure today to make me so tired.

I go home sir, I wilt in my heart.

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