Mother to My Children
Chapter 31 (New mistress)

The next day...

When Syafira opened her eyes, she smiled seeing the face of a handsome man right in front of her face. He thought he was dreaming of seeing the face of his idol. Seconds later, he realized it was not a dream.

"Aarrggghhhh!" shafira shouts cover her own face.

"What the hell is screaming. Noisy know!" annoyed Bara, because his sleep event was interrupted by the cry of Syafira.

"Om why is it here? Ih you pervert!" syafira.

"This is my room, and we're married. Forgot?"

Syafira scratched his memory as fast as lightning.

"Geez, yes I forgot," Syafira closed her own mouth.

"Aware now? It's not dawn yet, is it?sleep again" said Bara Cuek and immediately closed his eyes again.

"Wait a minute om, I ask for an explanation first," swayed Bara's body.

"What else? This isn't a lesson, what needs to be explained?"

"Why is it to cross the line" Shafira protested.

"Of..."

"What limits?"

"Why are you near me? it has crossed the line. Don't-don't om assortment with me," Syafira immediately looked at his shirt, he breathed a sigh of relief because it was still complete.

"Before I explain, try to explain first what this is?" Bata pointed to the twilight foot that overlapped Bara's junior.

"Oh my goodness!" Syafira was wide-eyed and immediately removed her foot from the top of the heirloom.

"I'm sorry om didn't mean it" he asked, his face red withstanding embarrassment.

"It's obvious, right? Who crossed the border? Watch carefully!"

Syafira immediately noticed his sleeping position. Yes, he who approached and even had hugged Bara, his legs he raised on Junior Bara, just like he was hugging a bolster pillow. Even Bara could not sleep, holding so that Syafira's feet did not cause friction that could cause a tension there. Each time Bara lowered his legs, Syafira again and again raised him.

The bolster pillow that was made into a barrier was unconsciously thrown to the floor by Syafira.

"It's my talk, right? You are the one who attacked me, not me who attacked you" Bara said.

Syafira cursed to herself, how shameful she was right now.

"Now, I want to sleep, don't disturb me and keep your feet off my body, especially..."

"Yes, don't be clear. Yes, I'm sleeping, I'm used to waking up at this hour. Later when it was dawn I woke up," said Syafira. No reply from Bara, the man closed his eyes again.

Shafira clucked and got out of bed. He walked to the twins room to check on them.

He was confused after having to do what, he still felt foreign in the luxurious house. If he usually uses the time to wait for dawn to pray, clean, or cook. But, in that house there were already many servants with their respective duties.

Finally he returned to the room to perform the sunnah prayer. He did not forget to pray for his new family. After the prayer, Syafira finally decided to go to the kitchen, even though there were many servants, but she wanted to be a good wife and mother for Bara and her children. He wanted to cook for them this morning. As long as Syafira is not busy, she will prepare all the needs of her husband and children. Yes, Syafira is determined to accept this marriage sincerely and will try to love and accept Bara as her whole husband.

"Miss is awake?" ask the aunt who was surprised, usually the newlyweds will not rush to wake up on their first night.

"Oh yes bi, I woke up and could not sleep anymore. Can I help you?" ask Syafira.

"No, miss, this is our duty. Miss, you better take a break" replied Aunt, who thought for sure her new master was exhausted from having just fought on the bed.

"It's okay bi, I used to do my own homework, here I was confused to say," Syafira honestly.

"Miss doesn't need to say anything because miss is the hostess here. We will serve the lady, if the lady helps them, they may lose their job" said the butler, who had just come to the kitchen, check all waiters whether they have started working according to their duties.

Syafira smiled wryly, instead of easing their work, he might even make people lose their jobs. The rich are hard, spoiled! Nothing to serve, he thought.

"When to cook for my husband and children? Will it trouble them too?" ask Syafira.

"If it's not Miss, you can do what you want, serving your husband and children is a wife's duty,"

"Wouldn't she have helped, served her husband and children, not that it was also her name to ease their duties? know ah dizzy!" inner Syafira.

Seconds later, the sound of the dawn prayer, Syafira turned to wake Bara and the children.

"Udah at dawn, you fast pray first," Syafira stopped her steps and turned to the servants.

"Miss take it easy, there will be time for them to pray" said the butler.

"Wait what? wait for dhuha time? It's dawn not dhuha. You are afraid of my husband, afraid of being fired but not afraid of who gives my husband fortune so that he can hire and pay you? The first duty to your Lord is your master. Sorry not that I want to patronize because I still have many shortcomings, and not disrespecting you older, but delaying prayer time is not good," Syafira said at length.

All were silent, which Syafira said was true. But, they were afraid of the butler who had already made the rules.

"I'm your mistress too, right? I also have the right to rule over you, right?"

"Yes, miss" they said in unison.

"Then, the regulation came into force now, the business of the Master let me take care of, no one will be fired just for leaving work for a while to worship" Syafira said.

"Yes, I want to go up first" Syafira again stepped her foot.

"Miss is very wise, even though she is young. It is not wrong that you choose her as a wife" whispered the servants.

"Already, already! Do as the lady commands," the butler ordered, in his heart smiling, glad to see the firmness that is in his new master. Yes, he considers Syafira as a person who is supple, friendly but still principled and firm behind his simple appearance.

Basically, Bara never made any rules in the house about homework. His business alone had taken up a lot of time, there was no time to take care of the servants' affairs. All were arranged by the butler, probably because the cold, stiff and firm Bara made them too loathsome and afraid.

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