Mikhayla, Strong Mother's
MSM CHAPTER 3. A Flower Introduction

All the way home Mikhayla just kept quiet, her mind was very upset right now. Fortunately, the master did not ask him to speak because Mikhayla was very unfeeling to speak anything at this time.

Arriving at home when the driver had parked his car, Mikhayla did not go directly into the house but made sure the first state of his employer was fine.

After his master entered, Mikhayla went to the room and laid her body on the bed thinking hard.

"God help me choose. Do I have to quit this job or do I have to stay?"

Mikhayla kneels her temple. "But I can't possibly not hang on to this job while my stomach gets bigger. Poor kid always gets kicked. I'll ensure her safety even without a husband." Mikhayla rubbed her stomach gently.

"I think I should resign from this job." Mikhayla made up her mind and got up from lying down and walked out of the room to see her master.

"You sure you're gonna stop working for me?"

"Yes Madam, I'm sorry I couldn't protect the Madam any longer."

"What's your excuse? Is the salary less?"

Mikhayla.

"So why stop suddenly like this?"

"For the good of my baby, if I keep protecting Madam, the baby in my womb will be at stake."

"Well if it's your decision, but please don't leave before my husband comes."

Mikhayla nodded while her employer called her husband.

Half an hour later, Mikhayla said goodbye and apologized for stopping suddenly. The man had no problem, he said he would find another bodyguard for his wife.

Mikhayla breathed a sigh of relief because God seemed to always ease his steps. When he was about to get out of his master's house, suddenly rain poured down the earth. Mikhayla chose to wait for the rain to subside at the security guard post before finally leaving the house.

Two hours passed and finally the rain stopped. Mikhayla set foot on the wet road, stopped the motorcycle and went back to where she used to be.

While getting off the bike, Mikhayla sees a woman who almost falls off her bike due to a sneaky road. Mikhayla immediately ran over as if forgetting the safety of herself and the baby in her womb just to save the woman she saw.

Brakes.

Too late, the motor of the woman he was trying to help was tilted in the aspalan and the woman grimaced while blowing her injured leg with tears almost out of her eyeball.

"It hurts a lot, Mom? Let's take him to the hospital." Mikhayla offered to help as her hand grabbed a few bouquets of flowers that had fallen on the streets.

The woman he spoke to shook her head, stared at Mikhayla's entire body and stopped at her face. The woman seemed to want to talk, but she was arrested.

"If there's anything I can help you with, just say it!" Mikhayla understood the woman's expression.

"May I ask you to deliver this bouquet of flowers? It feels like my legs are not strong enough to travel on a motorcycle at this time while the time is tight, if it is a little late I can lose customers and can lose my job as well," please the woman with a clear look.

"Well, where's the address list?"

The woman smiled, trying to get up to her feet, though with a limp step closer towards Mikhayla and reached out.

"Gradiance." The woman introduced herself.

Mikhayla accepted the position of the woman's hand. "Michael."

Without a second thought Mikhayla grabbed the list and climbed on the motorbike and immediately rushed to deliver a bouquet of flowers to the owner.

"I'll be waiting for you here!" yells Kinar.

Mikhayla turned her head and showed her thumb.

"Thank you," cried Kinar and then walked in limp, looking for the nearest pharmacy to buy povidone iondine and gauze and plaster, while Mikhayla was no longer seen the trunk of his nose.

During the day, Mikhayla returned from delivering the order. He parked the motorbike in front of a shop where there was Kinar sitting leaning.

"Thank you so much for your help, I don't know what my job would be like if there wasn't you."

Kinar held out a hundred thousand piece of money. "This is for you."

"There is no need for me to sincerely help," Mikhayla refused subtly. He did need money at the moment, but he did not feel good about having to receive rewards from the person he helped.

"Where's your house?" ask Kinar later.

"Still wanting to spend time, I used to spend time behind the house maybe now there is still an empty room" said Mikhayla.

"Where do you work?" ask Kinar further.

"Still in the process of searching."

"How about I go to work at the flower shop? If you want, you do not need to look for boarding anymore because there is already a place to stay."

"really?" ask Mikhayla sumringah.

"You don't?"

"You."

"Okay then come with me back to the store!"

Mikhayla nodded.

"You drive the bike!" pinta Kinar's.

"OK ready."

With great difficulty they flocked because behind Kinar sat there was a place to put bouquets of flowers.

The two of them headed straight for the shop that was far outside the city from Mikhayla's hometown.

Arriving at the store after being introduced to the store owner and accepted to work, Mikhayla was immediately taught how to arrange flowers into a bouquet of flowers, bloom box, and other flowers, congratulations and all about arranging flowers so that Mikhayla not only works as a flower delivery, but also acts as a double, as a flower delivery and as a flower stamp (Florist).

"Wow you're smart enough to create these flowers to look more beautiful" the shop owner praised.

"Thank you, it's thanks to the Father who painstakingly taught."

From then on Mikhayla changed professions from bodyguard to florist and flower deliveryman.

Seriate.