My Husband's Infidelity
Nuri

Fazril further accelerated his footsteps. Only this time he was made nervous by a woman, especially the woman who only works as a household assistant, very far from the ideal criteria so far. However, his heart was still beating so fast, he felt something strange about his feelings now. Fazril was completely confused.

Bruk!

Fazril's body suddenly hit someone. His body did not fall on the floor, but it succeeded in making the man feel surprised not dumbass.

"Jeez, Fazril. What is it with you? What ghost did you see?" tanya stood right in front of the son.

"Sorry, mom. I accidentally, eu ... I go to the room first yes," replied Fazril with a gasp of breath and then walked hurriedly to his private room.

"What's wrong with that kid? Is he still shocked because he will be betrothed to the woman his father chose? Cc ... Cc ... Ck ...!" Mother clucked as she shook her head staring at Fazril's departure in astonishment.

The middle-aged woman also walked towards the dining room in Mama Nuri was cleaning up the rest of the dinner on the table. Madam Laila smiled widely. She was completely satisfied with the work of her new house assistant.

"Good night Madam," Nuri greeted kindly and politely with her medok jaw-dropping accent.

"Good night too. Your cooking is really good, Nuri. It was not inferior to the dishes in the Restaurant," praised Madam Laila also smiling kindly.

"Thank you, Madam. Coincidentally in my village I once worked in one of the restaurants as a cook, quite enough to add experience," replied Nuri still with his trademark accent.

"I mean Chef?"

"No-no, how could someone like me be a chef. Just a regular cook, ma'am."

"Oh that way, why don't you take part in talent-seeking events, such as that master chef?"

"Well! Ahahaha! Madam could be, I'm just an esempe graduate, madam. How could I dare to compete with highly educated people like them. I don't trust myself, wong I'm just a villager. I'm just the one who doesn't have it, Madam." replied Nuri while her hand was still moving through the rest of the dishes on the table.

"Hm! Don't be too low, who knows one day you will be married to a great man, a rich man. Your drajat will also go up later."

"Amin, Mistress. Hope so. I'm sorry Madam, I want to wash the dishes in the back," said Nuri with a dirty plate she had piled in her palm.

"Okay, you can rest after this."

"Supervous suwun, Madam."

Madam Laila simply nodded her head while smiling lightly. He looked at the young girl who was still around 20-han. The girl was wearing makeshift clothes, even looking shabby. However, Nuri's face looks naturally beautiful without the slightest makeup polish.

"The girl is beautiful, she is also not shy about working as a domestic assistant. Hm! May she be at home working in this house" muttered Madam Laila walking out from inside the dining room.

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Next day.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

"Excuse me, Mister. I want to deliver clean clothes" said Nuri standing right in front of the door of Fazril's room, the son of his employer.

"Just enter!" Shouted Fazril from inside there.

Chequek!

The door is also wide open. Nuri went into the room carrying a basket filled with clothes that she had just stained. The girl entered the room while looking around. Until finally he found the owner of the room who is currently standing right in front of the mirror. Fazril had just finished getting dressed and was ready to work in one of the city's government offices.

"Sorry, Sir. Where do the clothes go?" tanya Nuri looked confused.

"'Will it be your own master who asked me to come in?"

"Cn ... Your logic is, I'm glad to hear it!"

"Eu ... I'm sorry, Sir. The Javanese have this kind of logic. I'm sorry if my speaking style makes you feel uncomfortable."

"Very! I feel very uncomfortable! Better get out now, okay?"

Nuri instantly pursed her lips in such a way. He turned around to get out of the room. As it turned out, his young master was not as good as he had imagined. His face is pretty.

'Are rich people always like this? Though Lady Laila is good, why her son jutek asked for forgiveness, Nuri's inner.

"Wait!"

Nuri stopped her footsteps.

"Where are you going?" Ask Fazril ketus.

"Lho, was it Sir who kicked me out? Eu ... I mean, it was Master himself who asked me to come out from inside this room," replied Nuri frowning.

"Where do my clothes go? Put it in the closet first, how the hell?"

'Oh my God, why am I so tired. I'm really nervous actually. What's with me, ' Fazril's inner self was astonished.

"O yes, I forgot. Heheheh! Excuse me, sir," replied Nuri slightly bowing her body as it flashed right in front of her master.

"Not wrong. Pants in the right closet, clothes in the left closet. Neat, do not get tangled. I don't like my clothes getting tangled up one bit, okay?"

"Remember, Sir."

Fazri just smiled cynically. He looked back at his body from the mirror. Tidying up the black tie he was wearing. Not to forget that the man was wearing a suit of the same color.

"Sorry, Sir. Where's the underwear?" tanya Nuri with her innocent face turned her head and looked at Fazril's face made the man immediately round his eyeballs feeling surprised.

"Inner clothes?" asked Fazril turned his head and looked at Nuri's body which was currently crouching right in front of the closet, a basket containing some clothes in his possession appeared to be placed on his lap.

"Good, my underwear! Why is it on you?" asked Fazril to walk over and grabbed the basket from inside her lap the girl was embarrassed.

"Master why?"

Fazril suddenly felt nervous. He also turned his face to the side.

"More times, I want an aunt to take care of all my clothes. He also had to take her to my room. You are! You're strictly forbidden to enter this room, okay?!"

Nuri looked down sad, actually what's wrong with him so that Fazril was thin and even shouted at him? A Nuri's heart was immediately covered with various question marks and also felt disappointed.

"Why shut up? Get out of my room!"

"Ba-good, Sir. S-yeah excuse me."

'Oh my God, what is my fault? Why is Master so angry with me?' batin Nuri's.

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