Special Maid For Om Duda
Guests in the Morning

Two days have been I and Mas Aarav stay at my in-laws' house, and today I went home to our house considering today also kang mas bojo already have to work.

After the Fajr Prayer we continued our way home to the house where I stayed for almost two weeks.

"Would you stand at the door?" ask my husband when I flinch at the door. Still vividly remembered in my shadow, the first time I came to this house was only as a maid, but this time I came again with a new setatus, the wife of my master.

"Lydia just still doesn't believe Mas, about a month ago, Lydia came to this house as a maid. Played as Mas Aarav's fake wife, but instead this time I came back to be Mas Aarav's real wife." I looked at the smiling Mas Aarav.

"Yes because you are 'Special Helper Untu Om Duda' So you immediately come a second time with a special status," replied mas bojo, always making this heart rumble violently.

"That means next time we speak carefully Mad, for speech is prayer. The proof of the talk of Mas at that time joked to be a husband and wife, and God granted with the words Mas. We're real husband and wife." But I should be thankful that jokes come true.

"Yes well, if that Mas must often talk about children, especially twins who know who is granted again," said Mas bojo. I also only reply with the words 'Amin' because it is a good prayer to be given.

We also entered the house considering today Mas Aarav at eight must have worked. First day of work after our wedding.

"Welcome Mr, Nyonyah," said the middle-aged woman, who had previously been told by Mamih Misel her name is Mbok Jum, she is the housekeeper who will help me clean up this house.

"Mbok Jum's. If I may call him not Nyoya. Better paggil Mbak just to be more familiar," I reply by shaking the hand of a woman who may be almost the same age as my mother in the village.

"Dek, Mas take a shower first" said Mas Aarav when I was still acquainted with Mbok Jum.

"What would you eat?" I asked to remember this morning we had not had time to eat breakfast at Mamih-in-law's house.

"As far as you are, dear. Whatever you cook I eat," reply the kang mas bojo that's upstairs. Even the sound of her screams almost filled the room of our house.

I for a moment quietly racked my brain to make a special breakfast for my husband. Given that it has been almost two weeks mas bojo do not eat processed food my hands. I checked the ingredients in the refrigerator turned out to be almost empty. Want Wa same Mba Suli also felt time was not overtaken. My gaze was fixed on the Puff Pastry that was still there, and the corn some chopped meat and sausages and still some carrots.

Zuppa Soup my brain was immediately thought of with that simple menu. I deftly mix the seasoning to make his Cream Soup and after that compose in the cup and closed with Pastry and put in the open, after that I prepare fruit and green tea as usual mas husband if breakfast.

"Well, are you cooking? Mbok was abis sun bed sheets on top," said Mbok Jum with half his breath.

"Nothing special Mbok for the menu, Lydia alone is cooking, and to iron and purify the clothes of husband and Lydia so that I also work including tidying up our private room, and, let Lydia do the work, too. Mbok Jum just do the other one. Let Lydia have a job. If there is no bosen activity as well," I said casually. I don't feel good if my husband's clothes and my clothes are washed let alone ironed by others unless I'm in a sick state. If it is healthy, I can do it myself.

I see Mbok Jum as confused and maybe also not tasty because the work is even I take over. Or even think that I don't like Mbok Jum's job?

"Mbok do not feel bad, or Lydia does not believe in Mbok's work. Lydia just wants to really serve her husband well, continue also because Lydia does like to cook and clean the house, so if only leha-leha is not at home," I added when seeing Mbok Jum like confusion.

"Ba. well Ma'am if indeed Ma'am Lydia wants it like that. But will Mr Aarav not be angry, because Mbak Lydia do all the work Mbok Jum?" ask my house assistant again. Maybe it's the same with Mas Aarav. Considering he was indeed a creepy tone, the innards were rather stiff and cold. First I came and worked with my husband also felt that way. But over time and have been together he is a person who is quite warm, funny and understanding.

"No, later Lydia will say the same Mas Aarav," I replied, and Mbok Jum continued his work again and I continued my cooking. Check whether it is mature or not.

However, just also stepped closer to the oven suddenly the bell rang. Not just once but it sounds up to three times. I also undo seeing my Zuppa Soup which has begun to emit a fragrant and appetizing aroma.

"For Ma'am Siska," I said kindly. However, I saw Mbak Siska's gaze that was like an understatement.

"It turns out it's just a maid," she replied that I just realized that the clemek was still hanging around my neck. I replied with a smile, and ignored his cynical remarks, which I knew he was just looking at me from the looks of me who was still wearing my combat gear.

"What does Siska need? Want some business with me, or do you want some business with Mas Aarav?" tanyaku still not layanin with polite and polite language. Fire cannot be repaid by fire. Fire will only die when it meets water, that is my principle. I've been taught to give up so it's not strange anymore I will serve with polite language even though my opponents speak the language to advocate.

"Gue wants to see your boss, is he there?" the question seems to dislike when I call Mas, to her ex-husband. I just replied with a smile.

"Let's go in Ma'am, Mas Aarav is getting ready for work." I opened the door wide. Though I was actually lazy to respond to Mbak Siska who according to the words of her husband he still wants to be reciprocated with kang mas husband. They were divorced for almost a year. Ah, strange indeed there are people who lower their pride even though they have been refused still looking for ways to remain a companion.

"Sit Mbak. I happen to cook quite a lot, Ma'am can have breakfast together," I said as if she was my best friend, not my rival. I feel too cheap if I have to compete with other women who have been clearly removed from the heart of the bojo mas.

I left Mabk Siska sitting with eyes watching all directions. Back I checked my cooking that had expanded perfectly. I turn off the oven and my cooking is immediately released to cool quickly considering that it is almost seven in the morning and my husband wants to eat breakfast menu is still hot like mountain lava.

"Mbak Siska there is no work why is it still morning already visited?" I half quipped. Yeah, it's too much not six o'clock through a visit. Should be a guest also know the time is not still morning gini to visit besides disturbing, also the host is not ready to receive guests.

"Like to see you anytime. This is also my home. There's a treasure gono gini that I should have received from my ex-husband, inside this house," he replied tightly.

"Oh, want to collect gono gini treasure." I replied casually. "If that's what I call my husband first, then Ma'am, let's deal with Mas Aarav later. Lydia here is only a wife, does not want to take care of the husband's property, "my reply should she be self-conscious that I am very tired of always meeting the ex of the husband discussed, the return and the treasure. Deserve Mas Aarav asked me to be a wife pretending to be uncomfortable also in pursuit of the former. Like the chased down the Kali rasa collector.

"No, honey, I'm done. You don't have to cape-cape call me Mas." The voice of my husband holding my steps that almost left the dining table, to go up to the room to tell the husband mas there are guests who ask for treasure gono gini.

We looked at each other and admired them in our hearts. If there were no ex-wife of my husband. My brain wanted to greet with a verse of love poetry that was immediately thought of in my brain when I saw my husband coming down the stairs.

However, the verse of love poetry that appeared in my brain I again stored neatly in my brain for another moment.

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