Mustika Serpent's Skeleton
Business Colleagues

After returning from the salon, I met two women who were quite mature.

They work as beggars. It crossed my mind to get them to work at my house.

"Five thousand, Neng. From morning we had not eaten," said one of the women with curls.

"The truth isn't eating, Mom?" I just care a little.

"For God's sake, Neng."

"Oh, then, I'll come with you, yeah. Moms want to work, right?"

"Now, Neng. Anything, the important thing is that we can eat" explained the mother who wore a purple hijab.

Arriving at home, their expressions were no less frenzied than I was when first brought by Qenan. Norak, they were rolling on the floor because they were too amazed by this luxurious house. And what they do not realize, this house has been controlled by the ghost of Bik Imah.

"This is the room, Mom. Starting tomorrow, I'll call you two Bibik, yeah."

"Well, Neng," they answered in unison.

"Eith, call Madam," I suggested.

"Yes, Madam." I smiled then passed from before them, which obviously I did not feel lonely anymore. There were already two maids who would accompany me and take care of the house.

Not long after I left the maid's second room, I listened to the sound of people screaming.

"Wine! Is this quick to react?"

In a hurry I approached them, the sound of screaming became clearer.

"What's up, Bik?" ask me after pushing the door. They were dumbfounded, then exchanged looks.

"There's nothing, ma'am. We just finished beberes. Does the madam need anything?"

"No, Bik. Forget it, maybe I'm just exhausted."

"Good, Mistress. Later if we need anything, we are immediately ready to serve," they said simultaneously.

"Oh, yeah, whose aunt's name?"

"I'm Saodah."

"And I'm Jumiati, call Bik Jum aja, Madam."

"Okay, from tomorrow, Bibik can work. Now please rest. If you are hungry, take it in the kitchen. There's fish and crab soup. Bibik just heat up before eating, yeah."

"Good, Mistress. Thanks for the kindness."

I nodded, then went back to my room.

"I'd better go to Mbah Sugiono's house to ask about this. But tomorrow there are guests. About who, yeah, the guests?"

The night is getting late, the feeling of anxiety makes it difficult for the eyes closed. Qenan also did not come tonight, because it prepared everything for the reception of guests.

"Mr ... Mbah Sugiono, can you hear me?" I tried to call Mbah Sugiono, hoping that the inner call could still be connected. But nil.

"Perhaps because I've been freed from the pile, so Mbah Sugiono can no longer hear me," I thought.

Kriiii!

The alarm from my phone rang, the time was six o'clock in the morning. I lazily tried to get out of bed because Bik Jum called out at the door.

"Mrs, sir has come."

"Yes, Bik. Wait a minute, I'm gonna take a shower."

Geck! poke! poke!

"Yes, what's up, Bik?"

"Master's here, madam."

"Lho, didn't Bik Jum call me?"

I rushed down from the bed, then toed to the door.

Cekreeks!

"Becile ... ! Just be surprised." Bik Jum stood in front of the door. His hair was broken and he was also holding a knife.

"Sorry, Yes. Does it look like I'm creepy?" ask Bik Jum plain.

"Why do you bring all the knives? It can't be put first, what?" my many. In my heart I feel a little threatened.

"Yes, already. I'm gonna take a shower first. Tell Mr. Qenan to come to the room."

"Okay, Madam."

***

After the shower, I immediately dressed. The best dress is maroon, adhering beautifully to my body. And don't forget to spray the perfume that Qenan bought when he went abroad a few days ago.

"Morning, dear," said Qenan as he waved.

"By the morning too, dear." I approached Qenan, then kissed her cheeks.

"Master Haryu is coming soon. You get ready, yeah. Keep the attitude," persuaded Qenan.

"Yes, Honey. Sure is!" reassuringly said.

Not long after talking to Qenan, the silver limousine came. I saw down some guards. Intrigued by Mr. Haryu, I tilted, only to ascertain what kind of person my beloved respected so much.

Short man, distended stomach, narrow eyes. He is a businessman from Japan. Yes, that person is Lord Haryu. He approached us, then shook hands with Qenan. When I reached out my hand as well, Mr. Haryu even kissed her. I was shocked and rised, because Mr. Haryu was staring wildly. He seemed to want to pounce on me right then and there.

I glanced at Qenan, but he blinked his eyes to code, to keep his usual attitude. Forced to follow this game, for the sake of the people I love.

Not only that, Mr. Haryu held my hand tightly as he headed for the dining room.

Uncertain anxiety, even though Qenan's face has been reddened, but he still tried to serve Mr. Haryu while forcing his smile. I don't know if it's jealousy because he loves too, either because of something I can't guess at all.

I was thinking, Qenan really is what kind of person?

It has been a few months with him, even like a husband and wife, but I have not known him more deeply.

"Honey, I go to the room first, yes," I said slowly.

"Well?" his tan frowned and narrowed his eyes full of probing.

"I want to rest" I replied.

"Later, finish the food first."

Qenan continued to block my intention to leave the event in this dining room.

"But I'm tired, I'm not feeling well either."

"No way, you'll rest tonight."

I'm getting upset, Qenan still forbid to leave this banquet. Why didn't Bik Imah's ghost slit the old bangka's throat? So that he may quickly get out of this world.

"Breaked, I'm the only one who got bullied by Bik Imah's ghost" I cried in my heart.

"Sir, where will Mr. Haryu's suitcase be placed?" ask a guard.

"In the upper room on the left" Qenan explained.

My blood rippled, suddenly the feeling grew more and more unpleasant as the room was next to mine. It could have been that old jackass suddenly sneaking into my room.

"What do you mean, Yang?" I whispered to Qenan again.

Qenan immediately pulled my hand away from the dining table.

"Mr Haryu stayed here while in Indonesia."

"Crazy for you, Mom. Can't you just stay at the hotel? Well-known businessman, who lives in the house of relations."

"He asked here, what can I do?" qenan asked while shrugging both of her shoulders.

"I moved first, until Mr. Haryu left Indonesia."

"No! I can't, honey."

"Why can't it?" I was a lot of surprise.

"Because you will arrange for Mr. Haryu."

"I'm a maid!" I said I was starting to get really angry.

"You're not in love, are you, like me?"

"What needs to be questioned is you! Where there are men who let their women be kissed and stared wildly by other men. I didn't expect it to end like this ...."

"Already! Don't argue, follow what I say. Later after this banquet, I will explain to you in detail."