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Never Be at peace

Purba turned to the source of the voice, it turns out that Mbak Idah was carrying two bags of groceries. Ancient who was called by Mbak Idah, then completed his activities first. Closing the trunk of the car and approaching the house assistant.

"Eh Ma'am Idah? More shopping?" old man asked while patting his hands together like a man cleaning his hands, having just done a dusty job.

"Yes Sir. Did you come home? What are you doing here, sir?" ask Idah to come back.

I mean Mbak Idah maybe his employer has gone home, then out again. Mbak Idah does not know because he is in the market. Maybe his parents are looking for food. That's the guess of Mbak Idah because the food stock at home is already exhausted, so for breakfast may not taste if only potluck for Ancient.

"This is just about to go home. Didn't the driver?" ask Purba.

"Yes delivered, sir," replied Mbak Idah briefly.

"Oh yes, the spirit of work is yes Mbak Idah," said Purba by patting the arm of his household assistant who had been considered his own family, it.

"If you'll excuse me, sir."

Purba nodded while accompanying the departure of Mbak Idah who walked straight, because the driver was waiting at another point, far from the Ancient car.

From last night it was Mbak Idah as if focusing on his employer's family, so even now he feels there is something strange to his master when passing the Ancient car. Mbak Idah slightly glanced at his master's car. There's someone inside. However, it was clear that it was the woman who was holding the baby.

Mbak Idah does not care about being noticed by Purba or not. For sure Mbak Idah was curious, he looked a little at the back of the car whose glass was indeed wide open.

Because there is a baby so that the car does not use AC and the glass door was opened so as not to be too stuffy inside. Later when the car drove just closed. However, not completely.

Mbak Idah goes on with a mind that branches between responding with positive or negative. One side is not his business, one side she as a woman has a sensitive feeling. Does the master have another wife?

Ma'am Ida arrived at the car waiting for him, he added attention to the road then a little, stumbling to still be controlled so it does not really fall.

"Mbak Idah, be careful," said the driver who was waiting outside the car leaning beside him, so that it could help Mbak Idah who almost.

"If the road does not daydream," said the driver again, while taking over groceries from the ground that only fell in his pocket, not scattered contents.

"Not daydreaming. Just the way is not flat," said Mbak Idah split.

Madam Idah put her groceries on the back seat. When finished, then enter in the front seat. The driver felt strange. Tumben Mbak Idah sits in front, usually wanting to always be behind like an employer.

The car driven by Mbak Idah drove in the middle of a fairly jammed road, indeed under 09:00 the road must be crowded, with the activity of people who go back and forth with their respective activities.

"Ngapain you? The road is jammed like a gini. Plus the quieter nemenin, so more sleepy and bete." The driver was babbling.

"What the hell, sir?. Precisely if again jammed like mending diem so as not to provoke emotions," said Mbak Idah.

"But why?.The feeling of daydreaming is mute," asked the driver as if forcing.

Ma'am Idah could not possibly tell what was in his heart, let alone this about the master. However, it seems hard to keep a secret of his own, but if you share a story with the driver, can he keep a secret?

"Come story. What was? If there is nothing, it is impossible to dream on. Later kesambet loh."

The driver continued to tempt Ms. Idah to tell a story. This driver is quite mature age, about 40 thaun more, surely he also understands the character of someone who is in trouble or not. So he kept urging Mbak Idah to the story.

It is not important to the driver either. It's just that because colleagues then feel the need to care for each other, who knows that indeed Mbak Idah there is a burden that interferes with each day.

"Sir chauffeur, did you ever nganter father huh? Where the hell is that going?" ask Idah suddenly.

The driver was obviously shocked, why did Ms. Idah ask like that. It seems like wherever the employer is, we have nothing to do with the waiter.

"Why is that?"

Mbak Idah intends to speak frankly, but is afraid. However, this represents her feelings as a woman who has strong instincts. There really is no business, anyway. The employer wants to do anything.

However, finally Mbak Idah explained he was actually shocked just to see his master like he had finished shopping, then in his old car there was a woman holding a baby.

then Mbak Idah also told me that when his parents came home, they discussed about other women and applications.

And lately, Purba is often late to go home or even not come home.

"Yes, if that's how you feel it could be, but we're just working. Let's see how our master will."

The driver also told me about Mona and Bram. When the primeval out of town, Mbak Idah did not know the actual incident, only asked to tell Purba, that Mona was sick and that time he was a few days at his mother's house.

The workers of Mona and Purba still continue to talk about their employer's household, in the middle of the increasingly crowded streets.

***

"Mas, who was your house assistant?" rara asked, when the ancients had entered his car and headed home.

Purba asserted Rara's question, while being imbued with the understanding that Rara should be relaxed. Because the housekeeper will not act strangely, the employee in the house of Purba, professional. They can keep a secret or whatever they see, not sure not to speak.

***

Some time the state of the ancient household and Rara went well, as well as the relationship with Mona. Everything can still go hand in hand.

Today Mona was indeed picked up by Mas Waluyo aka, Mr. San. Because they will take full care of the project, in addition to going to the textile factory, they will go to the place of several designers to be considered by Mr. Waluyo, who is best suited to work on making dresses for her business plan.

Indeed, waluyo mas will make a typical dress from China, but because it blends fabric from the archipelago, it takes local designers also for later collaboration with designers in the country of Mas Waluyo.

***

Go home first before going to the office. He saw Mona's car was still in place.

"Is he not in the office?" ancient Gumam.

Purba immediately entered the house, he was not no change of clothes at Rara's house. It's just that it will bring some office needs that are left behind.

"Later I have to prepare not to get rich gini. If necessary, the workspace in the house should be there. It seems Mona is getting busy right now. It's okay, I rarely go home either."

Purba continued to say in her heart. It's not a matter of Mona being busy, it's Purba being grateful. Hopefully when divorcing there is no big drama.

In just about thirty minutes, Purba had already come down back and was about to go to the office.

"Sir, don't have breakfast?" ask Ms. Idah, the habit of offering her master for breakfast if going to the office.

"No, Ma'am. It's noon anyway. I had breakfast, at Rara's." Purba said in a hurry, she slipped.

"Rara?" Mbak Idah frowned.

Purba looked at Mbak Idah with a tense red face, because she was nervous. Yet...

"Ah, stop. I'm going, Ma'am."

The ancients did not want to explain his mispronunciation, because it was not important. What is it that makes the household assistant clear? It has nothing to do and it is unlikely that Ms. Idah will open her mouth later on Mona.

"So his new wife, Rara. Hem ... true my guess." Ma'am Idah nodded his head.

Back a lot of guesses flashed in the mind of Mbak Idah. However, he also tried to think on both sides. Everything between Mona and Purba is not to be blamed and justified. Like what they do because of the impingement of dissatisfaction each in getting his destiny.

Mbak Idah took a breath, can only pray for his two employers may continue to get blessing in his ladder.

***

"Now it's time, no more cues." Someone spoke by phone in secret.

"Relatedly? Don't let you stay longer in confinement while I do this."

"Anyway, send. I can't talk."

The call was immediately closed.

Then someone who was asked to send what his friend ordered. He opened his phone. Send a picture to Mona.

Seriate....