Marry The Heir
High fence

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I'm standing here, in front of a 2-meter-high fence with a house that I believe is super luxurious inside. Beside me was Damar who this time kindly drove me to where I worked. In his hand was a sizable sized bag containing several pieces of clothes.

I don't bring too many clothes because according to Kak Rina, I will be given a maid uniform. I am still curious about the uniform I will be wearing. Hopefully not like the uniform in cosplay owned by Damar with a short skirt and a lacey apron on the front.

Looking at this tall fence, it reminded me more and more of my degree and the degree of hostess that was inside there. Maybe a lot of things will change and I have to understand what their desires are just from the way they stare. I don't know why my hair feels creepy imagining what they are like.

“Kalo lo gag at home, you can call me. I'll pick up.” Damar said without taking his eyes off the high fence in front of us. It seemed like he could imagine what kind of horror was in my mind that was often over-thinking.

Look, he was worried about me, but during our stay in the same house, we rarely talked, like strangers who met just by chance without caring about each other.

Tumben he talks sweet.

“Gue seneng if sister worried.” My timpal made Damar look at me this time.

“Lo says we're nobody anymore, so you can stop calling me brother.” Damar looked at me with a page. It felt like there was something he wanted to say but in his words.

I just smiled, like he was listening to my conversation with Aunt Meri in the kitchen.

“Once I'm going home my brother and I hope your attitude can change when I come home later.” I say with full intent.

Damar did not refuse or accept my request. As usual, it was just the cold face that I had a hard time guessing that he showed.

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“Where is your full identity?” ask the middle-aged woman who introduced herself as Kinar, the butler in this mansion. Disa handed over her identification card to Kinar. “Paradisa sandhya, how do we call you?” tanyanya.

“Mother can call me Disa.” Reply Disa while nodding politely.

Kinar looked at Disa from top to bottom. It seemed like his brain was scanning what the girl before him looked like. Disa also noticed her own appearance that only wears jeans with plaid shirt and hair that is scattered. Can imagine what the master and hostess of this magnificent house looks like because the butler was very firm.

“Keep your belongings in the butler's room and wear a uniform that has been prepared. After that, meet me in the main kitchen.” Said Kinar while returning the identification mark belonging to Disa.

“Good bu.” Disa politely answered.

After Kinar left, Disa was still watching around her place standing. He was sure this was a back garden with a few chairs that seemed like a place to relax. Not far from the place there are several rooms that lined up like boarding rooms. Maybe one of them is the room Disa later.

“Hey... New waitress huh?” greet a girl in her maid uniform. He peeked at Disa and Kinar from behind the wall.

Disa was very sure this was the maid uniform. And sure enough, his uniform was very similar to the one that Disa had imagined. Only, the size of the skirt is not half a thigh but below the knee.

“Iya, I'm Disa.” He held out his hand to the girl in front of him.

“I tina.” The girl said with a friendly smile. “How old are you?”

“20 years.”

“Hem. Me 24.” I'm Tina. He was just obedient. Apparently seniority also applies in a palace kitchen. “Let me take you to your room.” Tina walked in front of Disa giving a hint.

"Thank you brother."

Walking in the rowed courtyard of the room made Disa smile to herself. Once he stepped foot into this super luxurious house, he had to be very prepared with many surprises that he never imagined.

As Disa had expected, her room was at the very end of the row of rooms. Room larger than the size of his room in Meri's house.

“That's your uniform, change your clothes. And do not be too long because bu kinar do not like to wait long.” Tina lighted from the mouth of the door.

“Iya, I'll be going to the main kitchen soon.” Timpal Disa, undertakes.

Tina's shadow disappeared behind the door.

Can put his things on the bed, tidying it up maybe later. He smoothed his uniform into his body, very fitting to wrap his thin body.

Immediately Disa changed her clothes with the uniform of the maid. He also braided his hair and then dip it using a bird's nest model hairpin. Not a single strand of hair had broken down to reveal her neckline with a single birthmark on her right neck.

Not long wait he immediately approached Kinar in the main kitchen. As Tina said, she doesn't like to wait.

“Set your hairdresser.” Is the first sentence that came out of Kinar's mouth when he saw the appearance of Disa.

“Oh good ma'am, I will tidy it up.” Timpal Disa while tidying up the child's hair on his forehead.

“This rule book is in this house, you have to learn it before doing your job.” Kinar thrust a small notebook at Disa that was received aloud.

“You are in charge of taking care of fabric and clothing issues. There is a schedule for washing and so on. Also pay attention to how to use the washing machine, dry clothes and accompany. In addition, ask tina to accompany you around the house.” Brightness of the Kinar clearly.

“Good bu.” Sahut Disa's.

His fingers began to open one by one page of the rule book at home. Look around, it's more like an undercover job contract and it looks like every waiter gets the same pocketbook.

The first day of entering this house, you can spend to learn the rules and go around the house. Tina whispered the names of the people they met. Disa just found out that this luxurious house has 11 servants and even 12 with Kinar. It feels like a women's football team, doesn't it?

In this mansion there were only 3 hosts, the great lord, the great mistress and the princess whom Tina thought was very upsetting.

If you want to compare this house with his previous home, maybe his previous home is equivalent to 1 room young lady.

Errata, not his house but Meri's.

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A few days working in this luxurious house, Disa began to master her work. The big lord wants everything super fast, the hostess who always cannot be denied her wishes and the young lady always asks for strange desires is enough to make the rhythm of work so colorful. Disa began to enjoy her work even though it was sometimes very tiring. The large number of servants is not enough to deal with the household problems of one of the top-class conglomerates in the country.

As of today, the problem began with the screams of the young lady, Shafira, from the dining table.

“You can see gag yes, it's a flat gag surface, spilled the vegetables?!” snapped the teenage girl at one of the servants.

“Sorry miss, I didn't accidentally. I'll clean everything soon.” Nina said with a trembling voice.

“Bersihin what do you mean?! Look, today I'm going to do a choir at school and you're dirtying my skirt. Stupid fool!” Shafira mentoyor Nina's head violently.

“Sorry miss, sorry..” Nina could only apologize with teary eyes holding back tears.

“Have the laundry waitress take another skirt and fire this stupid waitress!” shafira exclaims to Kinar.

“Good miss. Please wait a minute.” Sahut Kinar with a cynical look at Nina.

“Sial! Why pay the waiters dearly if they gag have brains!” shafira snorted as she crossed her hands in front of her chest.

“Already, you change your skirt first, it's noon.” Sigit tried to calm his youngest daughter.

“Dady, this skirt is not a uniform skirt. I gag know the other skirt still fit or not!” shafira complained still with her upset face.

“Darling, later after school you can go to the mall to buy a lot of clothes but now wear the existing first. Don't be angry, it will be beautiful to fade.” Liana said as she rubbed Shafira's shoulder which was still stiffened with anger.

“Shit! I need it now. Anyway I gag to know, I gag want to see that stupid waitress again.” Shafira pursed her tiny lips with her arms crossed haughtily.

“Am sorry, this is your skirt.” Disa carried the skirt that Shafira asked for in her hand.

“Cute to room.” Sahut Shafira as she moved from her seat followed by Disa and Liana.

In her beautiful bedroom with shades of pink, Shafira began to change her skirt.

“Pull the zipper!” shafira exclaims to Disa.

“Sorry miss, it looks like this is no longer loading.” Brightness with regret.

“Aaarrgghhhh!! Shitty!” Shafira took off her skirt again. “Quick wash that skirt and should dry within 10 minutes.” He pointed at the skirt on the floor.

“Sorry, looks like 10 minutes time won't be enough.”

“How to?!!! Momy, I'm pissed!!!” shafira exclaimed as she sobbed at the edge of her bed.

“Please dear, momy has a skirt similar to this, you can,”

“Momy is fat! Momy wants me to look like I'm wearing a robe!” shafira protested unwillingly to hear Liana's words further.

“I can shrink it miss.” Timpal was quickly.

“Bener?” shafira and Liana asked simultaneously. Disa could only nod.

Liana quickly asked Disa to go to her room and take the skirt. After that they both went down to the cloth storage room with a small sewing machine there.

Disa began to measure the waist and length of the skirt that Shafira would wear and in a while she began to sew it. Can be seen Disa who is so focused on sewing with sweat points on her forehead. For whatever sake he was very nervous especially Shafira, Liana and Kinar pay attention to his work. No, the other servant friend stole the hearing from behind the linen room window.

“Please miss try.” Disa handed over the skirt she had finished lowering.

Shafira immediately took the skirt and tried it.

“This is too long, I want 5 fingers above the knee.” Shafira Protest.

“But miss, if I cut again, miss will not be comfortable in the stomach and this part will bulge. And is not the lady will appear in front and seen by many people, the length of this skirt will look polite and sweet.” Terang Disa tried to convince her young lady.

Shafira seemed to be considering Disa's advice and when she saw the clock on the wall, it seemed that she already had no other choice. “Ya already, I'm leaving now.” His sparkle that made the servants' tense shoulders sagged in relief instantly.

“Good miss. Be careful on the road, may the show be a success.” Timpal Disa bent his body.

“Hem...” only that Shafira told him. In a few moments, the eavesdropping maids immediately scattered away, removing each other's tracks.

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